booktalesy Chapter 291 Mr. President, a divine response!
Chapter 291 Mr. President, a divine response!
The oval office was deathly silent.
The President of the United States remained in the posture of preparing to deliver the closing remarks of his speech, his mouth slightly open, but unable to utter a single word. The teleprompter in front of him was completely black; the line of golden, majestic Chinese characters had vanished, but the chilling aura lingered in the air, seeping into every pore of his being.
"Mr...President..."
His chief Chinese translator, a top linguist known for his composure and professionalism, was now slumped on the carpet, the microphone in his hand lying to the side, his whole body trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind.
"That...that line of text...it...it means..." The translator's voice shrill and distorted, filled with an indescribable fear, "It's asking...'You...are looking for me?'"
"You're looking for me?"
This question, like an invisible hammer, struck the hearts of everyone in the office.
The president swayed and slumped onto the solid table behind him, scattering documents and water glasses all over the floor, but he was completely unaware.
try to find?
Of course they're looking!
They used all their wisdom and courage to stage a high-stakes gamble that "kidnapped" the whole world, just to force out the "deity" hidden behind China and bring him to the negotiating table.
But now, they've actually responded.
But the way they responded was completely different from what they had expected!
That globally broadcast, terrifying footage like an apocalyptic disaster movie... those two god-like beings... that world-destroying power...
This isn't a negotiation.
This is clearly a direct and naked warning from the divine!
"General..." The president's voice was hoarse and dry. He turned his head and looked at the four-star general who had just been so spirited with an almost desperate look in his eyes. "Your...your plan...seems...to have...run into a little...unexpected mishap."
The four-star general's face was even more grim than the president's. His face, which usually maintained a soldier's fortitude, was now deathly pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
He stared intently at the large screen where the news footage had returned to normal, replaying the video in his mind over and over again.
Crimson demons, golden gods, swarms of insects covering the sky, a world-destroying battle...
He finally realized how terribly wrong he had been.
He thought he was playing chess and wanted to use off-board tactics to force his opponent to quit.
But now he realized that the other party was not a chess player at all.
The opponent is the one who set all the rules and can overturn the entire chessboard at any time!
What they called a "high-stakes gamble" was nothing more than a childish and ridiculous game in the eyes of the other party.
"I...we..." The four-star general's lips trembled, unable to utter a single word. He felt that his faith, the pride of his entire life, had been utterly shattered in this moment.
Just then, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and the Secretary of State scrambled in, his face full of panic.
"Mr. President! Something terrible has happened! The whole world is in chaos!"
"What?"
"Look!" The Secretary of State pointed to a live global news feed that an aide had urgently pulled up.
The people protesting in front of the Chinese embassy are no longer on the screen.
Those who were originally indignant, shouting "share God's grace" and "oppose discrimination," were now frozen in place, looking up at the huge screens in the square and on the buildings that had just played the horrific images.
Everyone's face was filled with the same expression.
It wasn't anger, it wasn't jealousy.
Rather, it is the most primal, the purest form of fear.
Paris, London, Tokyo, Seoul...
Streets around the world have fallen into an eerie silence.
The once noisy protesters were now completely silent. Some of those with weaker mental fortitude collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, or knelt on the ground, babbling incoherently in prayer.
Global public opinion underwent a stunning 180-degree reversal in just one minute.
Previously, people were jealous of China, wondering why they could receive the "favor" of "gods".
Now, everyone has only one thought in their minds.
So... this is what the so-called "god" is like?
So... the so-called "divine grace" means facing those overwhelming monsters that can chew up steel?
That was no longer war, that was slaughter! It was a bloody meat grinder between gods and demons!
What are humans in that level of combat?
cannon fodder?
No, they weren't even cannon fodder; at most, they were just a bunch of ants that were crushed by the aftermath of the battle!
"Sharing divine grace? No, no, no! We don't want it! Whoever wants it can have it!"
"My God! What exactly were we asking to share?!"
"The Chinese people...do they face this kind of enemy every day? Are they crazy?"
"No wonder...no wonder they're pushing this 'nationwide cultivation' movement! How can we survive without cultivation?!"
Fear, like a plague, is spreading across the globe.
The jealousy and anger I felt before now seemed so ridiculous and ignorant.
Beijing, Command Center No. 1.
Li Zhenguo, too, stared blankly at the dramatic scene on the screen.
All his staff were also deeply shocked, and the entire command center was so quiet that they could hear each other's heartbeats.
After a long while, Li Zhenguo slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.
But what followed was an even stronger sense of awe and lingering fear than before.
He, too, was completely shocked by the man's methods.
He had expected the gentleman to unleash a furious rage and flatten the White House.
But to his utter surprise, the gentleman used such a subtle and effective method to resolve the crisis.
No, this is no longer a resolution.
This is a case of turning the tables on someone else!
Don't Americans want to put China on the opposite side of the whole world?
Sir, you directly threw a "truth"—a truth that could plunge all of humanity into despair and fear—into everyone's face!
Now, everything is fine.
The whole world has witnessed the cruel side of this universe.
We see that behind those glamorous technological civilizations lies a terrifying dark forest.
And the Chinese nation, and the "gods" behind it, are no longer that selfish, evil dragon hiding "treasure".
Instead, he became the one who stood alone at the forefront, the guardian who resisted darkness for all of human civilization!
Sit down!
"Sir... this game of chess... is far too big..." Li Zhenguo murmured to himself, his eyes welling up with tears.
He finally began to understand the true meaning of his teacher's words, "The sky won't fall down."
To Mr. [Name], these so-called international political games are really just like children playing house.
He simply couldn't be bothered to participate.
He simply threw out an even bigger "card".
One card, a royal flush that no one can catch.
Then, the game ended.
The White House, the Oval Office.
The deathly silence continues.
The four-star general who had just been clamoring to "kidnap" the whole world was now standing motionless like a statue.
The president seemed to have aged twenty years in an instant, his eyes vacant and devoid of any spirit.
"General..."
After a long while, the president spoke again, his voice so weak it was like a mosquito's buzz.
"What...should we do now?"
The four-star general's body suddenly trembled.
He slowly raised his head, looked at the president, and after a long pause, finally managed to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth.
"Mr. President...we...seem to have...done something terrible..."