Chapter 251
Chapter 251
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 251
Chapter Title: 56. Great Migration of Nations (6)
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‘No, these people… they’re more radical than I thought?’
Youngwoo gaped at the support rate that had rocketed right up to the target in an instant.
He hadn’t expected such fervent reactions just from proposing colonial rule—at most, squeezing some money out of them.
|In Favor: 66.8%
|Against: 13.7%
Youngwoo’s support rate had climbed a bit more in the meantime, hitting 66.8%.
Opposition votes, meanwhile, sat at a mere 13.7%.
Voters were clearly willing to endorse radical measures—at least when it came to ‘foreign powers.’
So what if he pushed it even further outward?
Goooooo….
The screen suddenly darkened again, carrying an ominous vibe.
‘No way.’
Youngwoo reflexively glanced up at the sky.
A familiar metallic clang echoed across the heavens.
Kwa-kwit, kwa-kwit!
‘…This is.’
It was the sound of his longtime battle companion—and Dogo’s gift from his Earth visit.
―Kweeiiiik!
The footsteps of Negig, the grade-unknown alien iron horse.
Kwa-kwit, kwakwa-kwat!
Soon, light returned to the blackened screen, showing Negig charging down Gangnam Boulevard.
Scattering Dogo’s wedge patterns along its path.
‘That’s parade mode?’
Sensing much from this, Youngwoo watched as a massive anchor plummeted on the other side of the screen.
Shwaaaah, kwaaaang!
Dogo’s signature move, from the founder of the pan-galactic arms giant ‘Dogo,’ the Destruction King himself.
Then, a gravestone-like ship—the Dogo chairman’s vessel—materialized above it.
It was replaying the moment he’d come to Gangnam to deliver the weapons catalog to Youngwoo.
―Ahh, Chairman!
Next came Youngwoo riding atop the giant Popu Tenta to greet him.
Arms raised high, chanting ‘Chairman’ nonstop—pure sycophant through and through.
「Jeong Youngwoo07 adopts pro-foreign policy!」
What a killer headline.
“…….”
But Youngwoo had no rebuttal.
He did fawn over ‘Dogo,’ after all.
A little flattery got him cash and catalogs—how could he not serve Dogo?
“Hey! We’re advanced on Earth, sure, but cosmic paupers! Sometimes you gotta grovel to get by!”
Youngwoo protested to no one in particular, but it didn’t air on the screen.
Right now, screen-Youngwoo was…
―Chairman! Stay well…!
Swooning as he bid the chairman farewell.
Sure, in the broadest sense, it was diplomacy for Korea—no, Earth’s interests…
|In Favor: 66.8%
|Against: 20.3%
Public opinion soured, as expected.
Opposition votes surged, tightening the noose around Youngwoo’s neck.
‘Crazy. 20 percent?’
To win, he needed 70% approval.
But only if opposition stayed under 30%.
At 30.1% against, approval would fall 0.1% short—defeat locked in.
‘How many votes left?’
Youngwoo eyed the graph, calculating fast.
Approval plus opposition totaled 87.1%, so undecided voters were 12.9%.
The remaining 12.9% would decide the election.
[Candidate’s diplomatic background disclosure complete.]
The board wrapped up the ‘diplomacy’ section, screen returning to standby.
‘Whew, close call. Nearly choked at the end.’
One more clip of him fawning over the chairman, and opposition might’ve hit 30%.
But disaster was averted.
[Next, the final background: ‘View on the State’ will be revealed.]
‘Last one. No choices here.’
Youngwoo pondered his view on the state while awaiting the screen.
View on the State.
Strictly dictionary terms: opinions on a nation’s purpose, significance, formation, form, etc.
Vague and broad.
Which angle would the board focus on?
He found out soon enough.
Shwaaaak…!
‘Oh, here we go.’
A harsh whoosh filled the screen, showing the southern Korean Peninsula from dizzying heights.
‘Ah.’
Cheongsapo in Busan—the site of the recent skirmish with Japan.
Replay from when he’d shelled out big for a Gephi Express ride to rush there.
Kwaaaaaak!
Cheongsapo loomed closer in a flash, angle shifting to the descending Gephi Express cabin.
Swiiiish, kwaaaang!
It slammed groundward like a meteor. Monoo warriors and Youngwoo disembarked.
Screen paused, then a cash register dinged with text.
Chirik, ding!
「Jeong Youngwoo07 spends 13 million karma on transport to protect Busan.」
Proof of the candidate’s heavy investment in homeland defense.
But also Busan’s first glimpse of his corruption.
He’d billed them 15 million karma.
Those in the know had already voted, though—opposition didn’t budge.
Paat!
Next: Youngwoo facing off against two of Dandong’s Three Swords by the Imjin River.
―Turn back without crossing that bridge, and I’ll let you live. Do it now.
A preemptive warning reflecting his life-valuing stance, even as a Hunter.
But the would-be invaders ignored it, just as history—or cosmic annals—recorded.
They extended across the Imjin River Bridge, signaling invasion.
So, inevitably…
―Earth! 482! 184! 3041! 27!
Youngwoo shouted the 12 death numbers, unleashing his asymmetric asset: planetary-scale barrage weapon. Laser beams lanced down on the two rivers.
Kwaaaaaaaa!
「Jeong Youngwoo07 adopts activist defense policy!」
‘These maniacs… killer headlines, though.’
He’d become a foreign stooge, but ‘activist defense’ had pulled in plenty of votes.
|In Favor: 68.6%
|Against: 21.4%
‘Laser barrage packs a punch in PR too, not just firepower.’
Just 1.4% to the 70% goal.
Opposition to 30% failure line? Still 8.6% buffer.
No disasters, and victory was his.
[Next, system-auto-generated view on the state, based on candidate’s activity log.]
“What? What’s that mean? Auto-generated my view on the state?”
In other words, judging him by AI-curated data.
“Hey!”
As Youngwoo waved at the sky, the screen went white, questions scrolling.
[In the current world, what is the purpose of a nation’s existence?]
A pivotal probe into the candidate’s ideological foundation for Korea.
Youngwoo’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth hastily.
“W-Well…!”
No chance to speak, though.
Screen-AI answered for him.
|Gotta pick sides anyway, right?
“What…?”
Youngwoo’s jaw dropped wider.
The AI, trained on him, continued.
|No sides means killing till the end, so it’s the bare minimum safeguard against mutual destruction.
“…No way.”
Putting that out as his official stance? Insane?
Youngwoo clamped his mouth shut.
But the AI’s extremism didn’t stop.
|100 fighting? Max 99 die. Split into 10 teams of 10? At least 2-3, maybe 10 survive per group.
|But there’s a way for 50, even all 100, to survive chaos.
“……?”
AI U-turn.
Youngwoo perked up.
“What’s that…?”
His digital twin fired back eagerly.
|Overwhelming power! One team crushes the other nine! This world gives no say to the weak. Only raw strength decides peace.
“……!”
The AI’s sermon hit Youngwoo like a brick to the back of the head.
Reset Day 1: Early Bird in hand, mobbed by thugs. That vague feeling then—the AI voiced it now.
True peace demands strength too absolute to challenge.
Half-assed power just invites wars.
Perfect peace, then…
‘…Only possible with utterly overwhelming power.’
As Youngwoo blanked out, AI concluded.
|Nation’s purpose: Pacify All Under Heaven. Paradoxically, prepare for war to achieve peace.
|Dungeon Integration Ranking #1 Earth! Vote Jeong Youngwoo07!
|I’ll be your asymmetric power.
|
Approval graph skyrocketed as the AI wrapped up.
Paaat!
|In Favor: 73.6%
|Against: 21.9%
‘S-Seventy-three percent?’
From 68 straight to 73.
Blasting past the 70% target.
Youngwoo stared skyward, dumbfounded. Screen switched to live feed.
Pat!
[Finally, candidate’s closing statement.]
[Voters, please conclude voting promptly.]
A signal beeped from above.
-Beep…!
Time for final words.
Youngwoo did.
Gulp.
Swallowed hard, then pointed at the screen like a prophet.
“Rich nation, strong army—to pacify All Under Heaven…!”