I am the magnetic field maniac

55. Good morning! Emperor Show

"Can I give a performance that will satisfy the Emperor? I think I can do it!"

Albrecht was very confident because he was not only a research genius with a very high IQ, but also a person with high EQ.

According to his understanding of Bai Wujie, one of the emperor's great pleasures is to appreciate satires about "people". Those who get too proud of themselves fall to the bottom of the abyss, and those who fall into hell ascend to heaven. He likes this sense of dislocation.

It may be disrespectful to say this, but the God-Emperor's pleasures are no different from those of the worst devil.

Of course, this is limited to those that are not his people.

Albrecht had no intention of commenting on the character of his future master...but if he wanted to put on a performance that would satisfy Bai Wujie, he certainly couldn't simply create something for him to demonstrate his amazing power.

That was boring, and to be honest Albrecht didn't think that a being who could destroy the moon at will would have any particular interest in demonstrating his power.

The Emperor of God had long since gotten rid of the initial stage of getting pleasure from "showing his holiness to others"...

His happiness may seem vulgar and bad in the eyes of those so-called noble things, but it is by no means so superficial.

His performance must bring bad luck to enough people. The Freemasons must be counted, and perhaps everyone in America and even Europe should also be counted. In addition...

"Muroto, my student, do you still remember Rand? The guy who pursued you." Albrecht smiled.

"He's a complete idiot. He's the least talented of the four of us. So when he went to the Obelisk branch in Australia, he was only working on the projects that I was too lazy to do halfway through."

"For example, the weaponized cursed child, what he created is not even as good as the genetically modified soldier project led by Arthur. At least now many of the elite troops of the Freemasons are "Captain America."

"Compared to you, I am the most incompetent one." Muroto Sumire smiled self-deprecatingly

This is not modesty. In fact, let’s not talk about talent and command…

Muroto Sumire is indeed the only one among the Four Sages who has not achieved much.

If anything, the only "finished products" she had were Satomi Rentaro and some AGV special medicine.

"Don't be modest. You don't have a platform, and Rand doesn't have talent." Albrecht grinned.

"But that's not important. The key point is that this idiot recently sent me a very interesting message. One of the tools he sent to get rid of those Japanese pigs from the Wuxiang Society came back with a demented thing..."

Muroto Sumire's eyelids twitched slightly. Although she adjusted her expression immediately, she still couldn't hide it from Albrecht's eyes.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he patted Muroto Sumire's shoulder happily...

"My student, it seems that the rumors are indeed true. You actually had an affair with your own experiment. Okay, okay, teacher, I have no intention of interfering in your private life... But I think that Satomi Rentaro should be the protagonist of the Divine Emperor's Order, right?"

Muroto Sumire chose to remain silent, but even if she didn't speak, it was tantamount to admitting it.

"Haha! Now I know what to do!" Albrecht laughed happily, looking like a jester who found a good joke to please his master.

No, he positioned himself as a jester. At least before he got the support of the Emperor of God, he was just a jester who tried his best to perform to satisfy Bai Wujie.

The most crucial protagonist has been determined, so rehearsing the drama will be a piece of cake!

"Don't worry, Muroto. I will have Rand deliver our protagonist safely." Albrecht patted her shoulder and laughed.

"He will be safe and sound until he is transformed into a masterpiece that satisfies the Emperor of God in my hands. You should also do your part, both for yourself and for the boy you like."

Albrecht said love, but his eyes were cold and emotionless. This purely cruel and rational animal could not possibly have any respect for love in his heart.

Muroto Sumire's lips moved slightly, but she could only nod. She had no choice, not from the beginning.

The top of Tokyo Observatory

A unique program is radiating from here throughout Japan, covering all screens that can receive the signal.

That's Good Morning, Emperor Show!

This is a large-scale reality show planned by Tokyo's best media professionals. It has no scripts, no routines, and is completely real.

Of course, this is not the root of its popularity. The biggest reason why this show is so popular among the public is always——

The only guest and judge it has is their great emperor Bai Wujie!

Wow! Is there any show in the world that is more exciting, more powerful, and makes even the little Dudu unable to help but groan?

Bai Wujie's current reputation among the people is unimaginably high. His lofty status and sacred worship are beyond the reach of all the rulers of all previous dynasties combined.

Despite his status, Bai Wujie actually chose to have fun together with the people. How could the emperor not make his people cry when seeing such a people-friendly attitude.

Therefore, Bai Wujie is not only an emperor, but also a big star in his country!

"So many people are lining up again today? Great, then you will have one hour to perform."

At exactly eight o'clock as usual, as their great emperor slowly landed on the throne with his hands behind his back, thunderous cheers broke out in an instant.

There is probably no star in the world more popular than him.

Bai Wujie smiled and waved his hand to face the people who loved him... Of course, he paid more attention to the "performers" in front of him.

The performers at the party lined up before him were all people who were not qualified to enter his country.

Bai Wujie once said that as long as people have healthy limbs and normal IQ, he would accept them into his country.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t have these conditions, as long as you demonstrate your abilities.

He said that even if you can only carry manure, as long as you carry it well and as long as you are not afraid of getting dirty, you can become his subject!

But even so, a group of unqualified people were screened out.

The people partying here are not all useless people with abnormal IQ, disabled limbs and no special abilities...their appearance here is more to identify the "problems" they have.

The requirements put forward by Bai Wujie need to be weighed. The former is the basic condition, and the latter is the supplementary condition.

Before that, it is necessary to identify whether you are harboring too much resentment and malice.

If there is too much resentment and malice, disobeying Bai Wujie's rule and even planning to do bad things in your heart.

Once they are detected by the Dream Beast Group, who are responsible for inspecting the personnel, using their sensing abilities, they will be driven out forever.

Most of these people are wealthy people or officials who once lived a prosperous life in the city...

It's not just the resentment in their hearts, but there are also many such people among those who are lazy, have low IQs, are good for nothing and don't meet the requirements.

They were resentful of Bai Wujie for destroying their original lives and status as superior people, but they had to come here in a humiliating manner in order to survive.

But putting aside their former wealth and status, these so-called social elites immediately became losers who were not even as good as high school students.

How can such a person be qualified to join Bai Wujie's country?

Of course, as an emperor, Bai Wujie would not be so cruel.

He would give these people a chance, a chance to perform to please him. As long as they could make the Emperor smile, Bai Wujie would allow them to enter his city!

Of course, there are very, very few such people.

"Okay, let's not waste time! It's showtime!"

Bai Wujie snapped his fingers lightly.

This is the announcement of the start of the one-hour Good Morning, Emperor Show every day!

The first person to perform was a financial elite. He was pale, wearing a tattered suit, holding a suitcase tightly in his arms, and came to Bai Wujie, opening it with expectation and humility.

"Emperor! I used to be a senior trader at the Sapporo Securities Center! I have extensive experience in the securities industry. I can control the economy for you. I only need one chance and I will definitely be able to help you, Emperor!"

Bai Wujie didn't say anything, but the guard beside him wearing armor and holding a large shield began the countdown with an expressionless face.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six..."

"Emperor, Emperor! I can definitely play a role! I have helped my boss short many companies before! I have helped them reap many shareholders, I can definitely help you manage the economy!"

The securities elite didn't even have time to finish his hysterical scream before he was instantly locked and thrown out by a force. With that shrill scream, he flew towards the sky at supersonic speed - ha, he was already in the sky! !

"Next!" Bai Wujie snapped his fingers and announced calmly...

The bad start put enormous pressure on the successor. The second performer who came forward was an old man wearing a black suit and looked like he was about to die.

As soon as he arrived in front of Bai Wujie, he immediately aimed at the filming drone in the air, pointed his front at it, and then bowed without hesitation——

"Red bean paste, private Marseille! I hate the emperor, I behaved improperly! I am a useless old man, red bean paste--"

The old man knocked his head heavily on the ground without hesitation, in a very smooth and even fluent way, and said loudly...

"Mina-san, private Masai!"

Then he suddenly jumped up like a frog, and his head hit the alloy ground heavily...

"Private...Horse...Match!!"

"Haha!" Bai Wujie laughed knowingly, and the people around him and the audience behind the TV screens also burst into laughter.

They didn't necessarily have to understand the joke, but it was enough for them to know that the Emperor was amused.

The emperor laughed, so they should laugh too.

As a reward for making the Emperor laugh, this former high-ranking official of the Ministry of Internal Affairs was lucky enough to enter here. However, although he had entered the Emperor's country...

Perhaps his greatest endeavor in this life was to move toward the field of comedian.

But after this old man, few people could make Bai Wujie laugh.

Finally, after about a dozen people flew out, another performer came out.

"Hehe, it's my turn now. I will definitely not disappoint the emperor."

A muscular man wearing only black briefs walked out of the queue holding a speaker. He put the speaker down with a smug and confident smile, while the big shield guard beside him announced the show expressionlessly...

"Yale Zhuhua muscle man, performance item, muscle dance."

"MachoMachoman! IwantbeaMachomanMacho-Macho!!"

Then a round of powerful music sounded, and the muscular man with a charming smile immediately began to dance, his dancing posture encouraged every muscle of his body to move confidently, just like the rhythmic undulating mountains. But Bai Wujie felt a strange sense of déjà vu.

So he started to use his power to read minds, and the performance here entered its climax.

“Sigh—Machoman!! Emperor, please see my unique skills!” The muscular man posed with a confident smile, his chest muscles trembling continuously…

"Shock wave, shock wave, bounce, bounce!"

The corners of Bai Wujie's mouth curled up slightly, and then an extremely fast laser suddenly shot towards him from the muscle man's Kiwi.

56. Blue Poison

A normal person with a sound mind and strong limbs comes to perform here with Bai Wujie. Anyone who is not a fool will know that there must be something wrong.

Those who choose to participate in this "Good Morning, Emperor Show" are all desperate and cannot survive without joining the empire...

And those who refuse to change their ways and are determined to oppose the white world will never participate in this program.

Choosing a muscular man as an assassin can only mean that Bai Wujie's estimation of those Freemasons who have successfully lowered the average IQ of this world to an unknown level is correct.

If you don’t know the source of something, then you definitely don’t know the source! !

However, the laser that spewed out from Yale's Qikubi actually had a certain magnetic field force. After a thorough examination, it was discovered that 60% of this guy's bones had been transformed into iron steel...

Through this metal that can form a magnetic field by itself, through some technological means...

This guy's ChiccoDoo has been modified to the point where it can release beams of compressed magnetic field power.

As for why it was Qikubi? Maybe it was to catch him by surprise, or simply to disgust Bai Wujie.

Facing the attack shot towards his face, Bai Wujie obviously had no plans to continue.

After all, this is an insulting move comparable to the Ultimate Bladder Sword. Bai Wujie is extremely unwilling to let it hit his body's protective power!

He waved his hand lightly, and the rebounding force instantly cut the Yale Pig Flower Muscle Man in half from the waist. He flew out with his eyes wide open, realizing that the thing he had failed to assassinate was finished.

But at this moment, he saw Bai Wujie's slightly raised mouth corners, and it was the last bit of desire to survive that prompted him to shout...

"Ah! Emperor, my performance is so wonderful, you..."

"Ha..." Perhaps because he didn't expect this thing to be so quick-witted, Bai Wujie actually laughed.

And for muscular men, this is undoubtedly a life-saving gold medal.

"Emperor! I have made you laugh, Emperor! You must not break your promise!!"

Yale Pig Flower Muscle Man screamed at the top of his lungs, trying to get the Emperor to spare his life...

"Yes, you did make me laugh. Of course I will keep my promise. You are already my people." Bai Wujie chuckled.

Then, he looked at the big shield guard next to him and said with interest...

"What kind of punishment should be given to those who assassinated my people?"

"The bottom of the rebirth pool, fifteen years in prison." The big shield guard replied softly.