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Chapter 481 Black Emperor (4K)

"Barack, you didn't need to do this."

"Your Excellency, your current actions are extremely dangerous."

In a cave nestled among the mountains, a group of men in black robes, wearing handcuffs and shackles, sat awkwardly beside a metal pipe close to the ground.

This group includes Epstein, a British prince, a former Israeli leader, and the CEO and his wife, Meilian.

These two officials wielded absolute power while in office. Even after leaving office, they remained incredibly influential.

Anyone who tries to expose its scandals—White House advisors, interns, writers, secret agents, journalists, or prosecutors—will die mysteriously for unknown reasons, some even committing suicide by being shot eight times in the back.

It's as dangerous as the Death Note.

“Barack, listen to me,”

Secretary of State Hillary Clinton maintained a calm expression, but her voice betrayed her panic and fear: "Even if you kill us, how are you going to explain it to Congress after you get out?"

The person she was talking to, Obama, was sitting casually in a chair, facing a large screen that projected thermal images of F-16 fighter jets.

Beside Obama stood a full team of Secret Service agents. They were fully armed, expressionless, and seemed to have no reaction to the president's illegal act of imprisoning the Secretary of State.

The cave is spacious and large, with computers, servers, radios, air filtration and circulation systems, and other equipment already installed. There is also a thick alloy door at the entrance.

Such a massive project was unknown even to Epstein, the island's owner, or perhaps he knew about it but had his memories erased.

"Ms. Secretary, you've probably made a mistake."

Obama spun his chair, looked at his colleagues, and chuckled, "If my plan goes smoothly, America will never need Congress again."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

At the same time, on the island's pier, guests dressed in loose beachwear, service staff in bikinis, and bodyguards accompanying their employers to the island...

Everyone was stopped by armed security outside the yellow warning line, and no matter what they said, they were prohibited from boarding the nearby luxury yacht.

"Give me back my satellite phone!"

Hollywood actor George Clooney yelled at the armed security guard who snatched his phone, "Do you know who this call is for?!"

George Clooney is a well-known supporter of the Democratic Party in Hollywood, has close personal relationships with many Democratic politicians, and has a long-standing close friendship with Obama and his wife.

Several naval vessels have already surrounded the island, and fighter jets are flying overhead. It's obvious to anyone that the military has taken action.

Once the military is deployed, with so many people watching, the secrets on the island will absolutely not be able to be kept hidden.

The most urgent task is to extricate himself from the scandal.

Ignoring the reprimand, the armed guards swung their rifle butts at George Clooney as he attempted to cross the yellow warning line, knocking the Hollywood star to the ground and knocking out several of his teeth.

The surrounding crowd screamed in terror and even let out faint cries, but the armed guards paid no attention. They simply bent down and coldly said to Clooney, who was groaning in pain, "The order came from the president."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Therefore, the final boss of this mission is the corrupted Obama."

On the path leading to the mountaintop, Zhongtian Beiji frowned and asked, "Can we trust him?"

"A politician's integrity is like the approval rating of the card game 'Three Kingdoms Kill'—it's not that it's nonexistent, but it can also be ignored."

Li Sheng casually asked, "Do you still remember the penalty for failing a mission?"

“Of course I remember,” Zhongtian Beiji blurted out, “If I hadn’t killed the eight SVIPs, I would have been stuck in the script world forever.”

"Did you notice? This isn't a punishment mission. There's no mention of retaining your current size if you fail. In other words, if we fail, we'll remain in this world and revert to our full strength."

Li Sheng said, "If you were Obama, would you let a group of extremely angry superhumans stay in your world?"

"of course not."

After thinking it over, Zhongtian Beiji realized that it was indeed not beneficial for players to stay in the parallel world of 2009. After losing the biggest resource platform, the Bad Street, it would be difficult for players to survive in the increasingly difficult scenario missions on their own.

But for Obama, the sudden appearance of several extraordinary individuals with an average level of 25 is also a disaster—unless he uses intercontinental ballistic missiles to hunt them down or bombs them head-on with nuclear weapons, it will be extremely difficult to kill this group of otherworldly travelers.

"That's why, from Obama's perspective, he only has two options."

Li Sheng held up two fingers and casually said, "First, make sure we kill the remaining seven SVIPs and help us complete the mission, then escort them out of the country politely."

Second, while the superhuman is still in his infant form, kill all the players on the spot and let his people take over the qualifications.

There is no third option.

During their conversation, the two reached the mountaintop and indeed saw a giant rock with a slightly different color. There were friction marks and footprints on the sand in front of the rock.

Sensing the presence of people, Obama's voice came from the loudspeaker hidden in the hollow tree trunk, "Welcome, both of you."

Li Sheng stopped in his tracks. "Aren't you going to welcome us in?"

"Hehe, Mr. Ant is quite humorous,"

Obama laughed and said, "Although you two are trapped in the bodies of children and your spiritual power is locked below 100 points, I am very confident that as long as you open this door, you two will be able to kill everyone here in two minutes."

"You flatter me, you flatter me. Two minutes is not enough, two and a half minutes would be more appropriate."

Li Sheng waved his hand modestly and said, "I request to see the other players you have controlled."

"can."

Before the words were finished, an LCD screen rose up from the sand, showing a secret room where three children, wearing blindfolds and with breathing tubes inserted, were lying on an operating table under deep anesthesia.

One of them looked quite familiar; it was the fortune teller [Mikazuki] whom we had encountered in the inverted pyramid secret realm before. There were tear stains on his face and traces of struggle left by fingernails on his body.

The video cut off, and Obama's voice came on again over the loudspeaker, "Would you like to check the goods again? I've prepared SVIP memberships for everyone."

A Secret Service agent stepped in front of the camera, picked up the camera, and jogged a short distance down the dimly lit corridor, pointing the shaky lens at the terrified SVIPs.

Prince Andrew, tears streaming down his face, pounded his back against the metal pipe behind him, roaring, "You'll go to hell!"

"On the contrary, I will become the Emperor of America, I will become the savior of this world."

Obama's cold snort came over the radio: "In July 1947, the first extraterrestrial invasion occurred in Roswell, New Mexico, USA. Two superhumans fought each other, and the floating cannons they released were mistaken for alien spaceships."

The aircraft wreckage recovered by the U.S. Air Force from the Roswell incident significantly accelerated the pace of technological progress worldwide.

In 1991, extraterrestrial travelers on a mission in the Philippines triggered the eruption of Mount Pinatubo, resulting in 800 deaths, the destruction of 4.8 homes, and a global temperature drop of 0.5°C.
The meteorite that fell in Chicago in 1999 and the tsunami that struck Indonesia in 2004 were both orchestrated behind the scenes by the killers.

Haven't you realized yet? Our world is nothing but a garbage can and a public toilet.

Strangers can come and go as they please.

Without our own supernatural powers, sooner or later, some extraterrestrial traveler might casually drop a bio-virus, a consciousness-contaminating meme, and an infinitely self-replicating Tomie, turning the world upside down. Or perhaps, just for fun, in the minutes or two before leaving after completing their mission, they might brainwash and control the weakest of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council—the UK and France—to launch nuclear weapons, triggering a global nuclear war and leading to a nuclear winter.

Obama's speech, as always, was passionate, persuasive, and even had a touch of righteous indignation.

Zhongtian Beiji touched his nose guiltily. On the one hand, there were indeed quite a few players who harmed others without benefiting themselves, throwing garbage into the script world.

On the other hand, Zhongtian Beiji himself can also be included in this category—he strips the fate from NPCs, which will definitely rewrite the course of the world situation.

Obama coldly replied, "I am the one chosen by fate. Only I can lead this world back on track, instead of being led into the abyss by travelers from another world."

"That's not necessarily the case."

Li Sheng suddenly said, "I once went to a world that had been misled by players, and it was actually quite well-maintained, with the whole society revering the world of anime and manga."

Having watched Dragon Ball, Naruto, and One Piece, I'm a bit of a nerd.
Having watched Attack on Titan, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Ghoul, and Demon Slayer, one's otaku power is at level two.

Someone like me who knows Cowboy Bebop, Ghost in the Shell, Gundam, Patlabor, Evangelion, Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind, etc. by heart...
He is very familiar with terms such as BD, DVD, original image, film, CD, vinyl, and celluloid.
The second-generation anime fan, familiar with the animation production and distribution process,

After that, I became a top-tier otaku, respected everywhere I went. Big companies were vying to offer me jobs, matchmakers were constantly knocking on my door, and even my own parents were reading the newspaper and shedding tears, exclaiming that their child was truly accomplished and had even made it onto the "Otaku Daily" page.

???

The previous ones are one thing, but in the world of the script, where are the biological parents?
This must be the fantasy of a hardcore anime otaku who's passed out from staring at his computer screen, right?
Zhongtian Beiji's urge to complain burned fiercely, and his expression twisted for a while.
As if guessing what he was thinking, Li Sheng calmly took out a newspaper from the automated warehouse; it was none other than the "Otaku Daily."
The headline reads "VR New Technology - Strengthening the Deep Integration of Technological Innovation and the ACG Industry," by the author Ant.

You. Me.
Zhongtian Beiji was dumbfounded. He had no idea that Li Sheng had prepared a whole shelf full of tools and items to make it easier to do missions in different script worlds.

What kind of bribes were given to customs officials, such as US dollars and gold bars?
Passports and identity cards from different eras and countries;

Car keys for various brands and models of cars, from BYD to Porsche;

They even prepared over 20 billion in gold yuan notes.

It's just a newspaper; you can print as many as you want with your own photocopier.

"Anyway,"

Li Sheng casually tossed aside the newspaper and calmly addressed the loudspeaker: "If we agree to make a deal with you, how will we settle the accounts?"

"You open the door so we can kill the remaining seven SVIPs?"

"Of course not."

Obama said, "Opening the door is too risky. I designed a device that allows an unconscious player to complete the kill, thus fulfilling your team's objective."

There's a system notification sound for verification, so you two don't need to worry about me cheating.

At the same time, I prepared this for the two of you.

boom!
Beneath the gravel, a stone slab sprang up, revealing two glass devices beneath it.

The device is cylindrical with a hollow interior. Its outer glass surface is covered with intricate and obscure runes, and it contains a viscous, orange-yellow liquid.

【Item Name: Daoist Teaching Instrument】

[Type: Magic/Technology Item]

[Quality: perfect]

[Special Effect: Inheritance. A superhuman, acting voluntarily, inserts a limb into the hollow of the device to have blood drawn, storing a portion of their superhuman power and corresponding knowledge as a power seed within the device. They then enter a state of weakness lasting up to seven days. Once the inscription is complete, life forms that have never encountered superhuman power can attempt to inherit the power seed.]

[Consumption: None]

[Cooling time: None]

[Usage Requirements: The user's level must be 25 or higher, and the recipient's all attributes must be 7 or lower]

[Note: There is a 50% chance that the recipient will die from an explosion. After the recipient dies, the transmission device can be reused until the transmission is completed.]

[Note: After the teachings are imparted, the living being can cultivate along the inherited path on its own. The cultivation speed depends on its own aptitude and external conditions.]

[Note: The intellectual property rights of this product belong to the Demon Scientists Alliance, patent number ZL202520076560.5. The patent's content is roughly as follows: "Initiate a war, collect 66666 highly intelligent spirits who die in the war, and melt them down using magical techniques to create LCL primordial liquid." If there is any infringement, please immediately destroy any similar products; otherwise, this guild reserves the right to pursue legal action.]

Zhongtian Beiji's pupils contracted; this [Daoist Transmission Instrument] was clearly a weakened version of the Power Seed.

Given his status and authority within the Global Supernatural Alliance, how come I've never heard of him?!

He subconsciously turned to look at Li Sheng, whose face was expressionless and whose mind was racing.

If the remarks are not made up, according to the patent number coding rules, the first four digits are the year, and the fifth digit is the patent type code: 1 is for invention, 2 is for utility model, and 3 is for design.

20252 means this is the product iteration in 2025.

However, it is reasonable for the Evil Science Alliance to keep the product in their hands. The technology is not yet mature, it is difficult to manufacture, and it is expensive. The key point is that the inheritor has a 50% chance of exploding and dying.

The wealthy who can afford it and want power to belong to them are afraid of death, while ordinary people who are not afraid of death cannot afford it.

"It says here that after the superhuman is injected with power, they will fall into a state of weakness that lasts for up to 7 days,"

Li Sheng said playfully, "How do I know you won't go back on your word?"

"After it's all done, a ballistic missile will flap its wings, pinpoint the target precisely, and blast our underwear off!"

"Don't you have two other extraordinary individuals who aren't here? From my perspective, I might be able to accept that you can complete your missions and leave immediately, but I simply cannot accept that some extraordinary individuals fail their missions and are left stranded in this world."

Obama laughed and said, "Of course, to show my sincerity, I can reveal the type of supernatural power I gained during the 1999 Chicago meteorite event."

He took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Sequence 9: Lawyer - Received a Juris Doctor degree from Harvard University in 1991."

Sequence 8: Barbarian – He entered politics in 1996 and was elected to the Illinois State Legislature from Hyde Park, south of Chicago’s 13th ward.

Sequence 7: The Briber – Elected Illinois State Senator in 1998 through connections with major financier Antonio Rezko.
Sequence 6: The Corrupt Baron – He befriends the powerful Jackson family in Illinois and uses his personal charm to persuade Jesse Jackson Jr., who is in the same district, not to run for Congress.

Sequence 5: Mentor of Chaos - Apprenticed to White House Counsel Abner Mikwa.

Sequence 4: The Fallen Earl – who, as a Black man, half Muslim, half Jew, and half Christian, gained the support of James Crown, a wealthy Jewish businessman in Chicago.

Sequence 3: Mad Mage – He orchestrated the downfall of his rivals, causing Illinois Governor George Ryan to withdraw from the election due to a corruption scandal, and successfully won the election as an African American senator.

Sequence 2: The Duke of Entropy – Taking over the mantle from Ted Kennedy, determined to complete the healthcare reform bill.

Sequence 1: Killing the Prince of Wales – Eliminating the rising star Hillary Clinton in the Democratic primary.

I, Barack Hussein Obama, am about to become the only one in this world—

Sequence 0: The Black Emperor.

(End of this chapter)