Level 4 Human in a Ruined World

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Chapter 250: The Great Migration (5)

[As requested by the candidate, the second biography, ‘Martial Skills,’ will be revealed.]

Martial Skills.

In the reset world, it is the most universal means of communication and a necessary skill for anyone representing the Korean Peninsula.

Perhaps that’s why.

Pop!

|Support: 17.3%

|Oppose: 7.1%

‘What’s this, it hasn’t even been revealed yet?’

As Yeongwoo confidently chose ‘Martial Skills’ as his second biography, the approval rating increased by 0.9% even before the main content was shown.

And soon after.

Swoosh.

The screen darkened again, and the sound of an electric guitar came from somewhere.

Bzziiiing…!

‘Huh?’

Yeongwoo looked around, wondering if he had heard wrong.

The heavy kick of a drum sounded repeatedly, and then Yeongwoo’s voice echoed loudly from inside the screen.

—Did you see? I am the invincible Jeong Yeongwoo!

‘…My God.’

Starting with his arrogant line, what Yeongwoo saw was a true ‘mad movie.’

It began with the scene where he declared his invincibility in front of hundreds of Chinese people, followed by scenes of his body being dismembered and reassembled.

Boom!

All of this played to the background of a very fast-tempo music.

Even the scene where he was doused in the venom of the poisonous dragon, Im Kwangho, was shown without any mosaic, graphically intense enough to resemble a horror movie.

‘This is beyond just being strong.’

Yeongwoo watched the scenes of himself fighting with half of his lower body’s skin, internal organs, and even his skeleton dissolved with a horrified expression.

However, despite his reaction, the approval ratings were skyrocketing.

|Support: 27.3%

|Oppose: 7.4%

The people of the Korean Peninsula apparently wanted such a monster to fight on their behalf in the international community.

‘Fine. As long as I get enough votes, it doesn’t matter.’

At this rate, achieving a 60% approval rating might not be impossible.

But the goal was 70%.

‘Simply fighting well isn’t enough. Isn’t there more to show for Martial Skills? There should be more to reveal, right?’

As Yeongwoo was contemplating this, the screen’s color tone changed.

Pop!

The grayish image typical of a stone building.

“…!”

As soon as Yeongwoo saw it, he knew what would come next, and soon white letters appeared contrasting with the background.

「Jeong Yeongwoo07, World’s First Mutant Unit Operator.」

And then, large silhouettes passed through the middle of those letters.

—Ahhhhhhh!

—Uwaaaaaaah!

These were Yeongwoo’s ‘friends’ summoned by his whistle.

It was the scene of fighting the giant deity Gameta, one of the bosses in the recent night dungeon.

“What, what is that?”

“Why are mutants there?”

The ethnic Koreans watching the screen with Yeongwoo were murmuring.

They were more shocked by the fact that the Strongest Sword controlled mutants as his subordinates than by the presence of Gameta.

On top of that, they were even seen ganging up on one target.

If one had to choose the villain between the two sides, the majority would pick the candidate and his mutant unit.

The reactions of other voters weren’t much different.

Pop!

|Support: 36.5%

|Oppose: 11.2%

Both support and opposition increased significantly.

Everyone was gradually realizing it.

The candidate running to represent the Korean Peninsula had walked the path of an outsider.

And finally, the climax of the Martial Skills biography was reached.

「Jeong Yeongwoo07, The Only Domestic Asymmetric Power.」

‘Oh… finally showing something?’

The planetary-scale bombardment supported by the interstellar military company ‘Toma’ was essentially Yeongwoo’s trump card.

Pop!

The screen turned bright white, zooming in on a rapidly spinning pedal.

Creak, creak, creak.

The one pedaling hard was none other than Yeongtae.

Fortunately, he appeared human, so most voters wouldn’t know that mutants directly conducted the laser bombardment.

‘If everyone knew, this election would be a landslide loss.’

Soon, the inside of the pedal began to glow bluish, and the massive steel pipe extending diagonally from the pedal started turning blue from the bottom.

The laser cannon was charging.

Creak, creak!

And finally.

Clang!

With a sound like something locking into place, the pedal that Yeongtae had been turning stopped, and the camera made a dynamic move to show General Kim Younghyeom waiting on the opposite side.

He had already entered the coordinates and was placing his hand over the launch button.

Then.

―Fire the bombardment!

With a thunderous command, General Kim’s broad hand slammed down on the launch button.

Bang!

At that moment, a tremendous amount of energy shot up from the tip of the laser launcher that was piercing the sky above the Returner’s Room.

Boom!

And for the first time, Yeongwoo saw it.

He saw the scene after the laser fired from the Returner’s Room pierced through the white space.

“Huh…?”

Surprisingly, the screen was showing the perspective of the laser.

The high-concentration energy that left the laser launcher and pierced the white sky at ultra-high speed soon entered a pitch-black space devoid of any sense of space.

‘Is that surrounding the outside of the Returner’s Room?’

Yeongwoo, who was seriously looking for a way to free his ‘friends,’ focused on this scene that probably no one else was paying attention to.

This was a hint about ‘where the Returner’s Room exists.’

‘Where is that? It doesn’t seem like a normal outer space.’

A perfect black.

The space continued without a single point of light except for the laser beam fired by his friends, and then finally.

Pop!

Suddenly, the surroundings brightened, revealing the familiar ‘universe.’

A small Earth appeared ahead, with the massive Sun behind it, standing in the solar system.

Boom!

The laser fired from the Returner’s Room pierced the Earth’s atmosphere and dashed towards the southern part of the Korean Peninsula.

Specifically, towards the fallen Kim Il-sung on the outskirts of Gangnam-gu, Seoul.

“…!”

From somewhere outside of space, down to the small spot on our familiar planet Earth.

This vast scale of angle change left a significant impression on the voters, especially the residents of North Korea.

|Support: 49.7%

|Oppose: 12.3%

The support rate increased by a whopping 13.2% with one shot of the bombardment.

Probably the North Korean residents who confirmed the death of the Kim family on the screen gave their support.

‘Never in my life did I expect to get support from the North.’

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That meant 20.3% of South Koreans hadn’t used their votes yet.

‘What do they want more? Is it because there are still categories like diplomacy left?’

After all, each voter could only cast one vote.

Since the only choices were to support or oppose, it was wise to make a decision after acquiring enough information.

In other words, only the cautious voters were left.

[The biography related to the candidate’s ‘Martial Skills’ has been fully disclosed.]

The current support rate was 49.7%.

Yeongwoo looked nervously at the remaining two buttons alternately.

[Patriotism]

[Diplomacy]

There were only two things left to show the people.

[Please select the third biography to be disclosed.]

After a brief thought, Yeongwoo chose ‘Diplomacy.’

“Diplomacy, I will show you.”

Then the screen in the sky calmed down again, and the voice of the council was heard.

[As requested by the candidate, the third biography, ‘Diplomacy,’ will be disclosed.]

Diplomacy… but what exactly does diplomacy mean in this world?

‘To be honest, it’s only been six days since the reset, so there’s not much diplomacy to speak of. All I’ve done is threaten some Chinese people and then take a special coffee trip to Busan.’

As he thought this, Yeongwoo realized that the meaning of ‘diplomacy’ was broader than he had imagined upon seeing the video on the screen.

Boom!

Suddenly, the screen split into three, and each showed the three dungeons Yeongwoo had visited so far.

On the far left, a giant pyramid rising from the ground, ‘Iria’s Pain.’

In the center, the Sanctuary of Valor where he had been with his father.

The dungeon that started when the ground they stood on suddenly rose hundreds of meters into the air.

And finally, the dungeon on the far right was the ‘Batum’s Casino’ located on the alien planet Rupo.

「Jeong Yeongwoo07, World’s First Dungeon Ranking Earth #1.」

“…!”

Not world #1 but Earth #1.

With this incredible title, the screen, divided into three, showed Yeongwoo suffering.

Yeongwoo was seen pulling a chained boat as a rower in Iria’s Pain.

And wading through a thousand gray ghouls to light a brazier.

‘I’ve really been through a lot in just a few days.’

Especially on the right screen, dozens of mutants were seen rushing at Yeongwoo in the arena of the ‘Strongest’ tournament, and at this point, the approval ratings began to rise gradually.

|Support: 54.9%

|Oppose: 12.8%

Meanwhile, the voters’ threshold for strength had risen, so they were not easily stimulated by mere feats of valor.

However, the following content was a different form of stimulus from mere superior martial prowess.

It was:

《Shandong Province welcomes your arrival.》

– Regards, Zhang Jaham, Twin Evil of Shandong.

National prestige.

The screen showed hundreds of Chinese people on the coast of Shandong Province waving small flags to welcome Yeongwoo.

Following that:

―The Twin Evil of Shandong, Wu Qingjin, greets the great hero Jeong Yeongwoo, invincible against swords…!

The sight of China’s martial artists kneeling before Yeongwoo unfolded on the screen, and in an instant, the leading digit of the approval rating changed.

|Support: 60.2%

|Oppose: 13.1%

「Jeong Yeongwoo07, the first in the nation to implement colonial rule over China!」

“Huh…? Wait, no! What do you mean, colonial rule?”

An alarmed Yeongwoo waved his hand at the screen, denying the biography content. However, the screen did not show the current Yeongwoo.

The Yeongwoo currently on screen was:

Swish!

Yeongwoo was instructing the golden goblin to fill it with coins piled up at his feet.

For some reason, he looked extremely greedy.

“When was that?”

The scene was not entirely unfamiliar to Yeongwoo.

Judging by the huge pile of coins, it was likely when he was calculating the defense expenses collected in Seoul.

“But what does that have to do with the Shandong agreement!”

Of course, the screen did not explain that this ‘pile of money’ was related to the colonial rule over China.

However, it did not clarify that it was unrelated to China either.

It was an edit with malicious intent.

“Hey, man! Sure, I planned to collect money in the future, but…!”

In the end, as the furious Yeongwoo tried to pull the Bastard Sword out of the ground.

Beep!

An alert sounded from the bottom of the screen, and the voting graph flashed.

The approval votes suddenly began to increase rapidly.

|Support: 66.4%

|Oppose: 13.6%

“66 percent…?”

Yeongwoo blinked.

A significant number of the ‘cautious voters’ were reacting to the idea of colonial rule over China.

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