Chapter Ninety-Four

“You...” Li Daoran wanted to say something but didn’t know how to express it. He just felt that David’s words were off, though he couldn’t pinpoint where exactly.

“No need to say it; I understand. You think I’m unpatriotic, right? To be honest, I find your Asian countries strange—they all take the concept of nationhood so seriously. In Europe and where we come from, the idea of a nation is much less significant. Changing nationality is quite common. We don’t let a country bind us; we focus more on the individual. If it benefits us, changing nationality is no big deal.”

“So when we choose a president, it’s about what benefits the individual. If you want, becoming president of Paloma is within your reach. How about it? Give it some thought,” David said, trying to entice Li Daoran once again after his explanation.

“Are you serious?” Li Daoran asked.

“Doesn’t matter,” David licked his lips. “It’s up to you. Actually, we should have a sincere talk, shouldn’t we? If you can’t tell Chen Ming, you can tell me—if you’re willing to trust me.”

“What do you want to talk about?” Li Daoran sat down and asked.

“Everyone thinks entering the heart of the war was our choice, but in reality, we all know it was yours. Tell me, what are you thinking?” David said.

“Weren’t you the ones guiding us?” Li Daoran countered.

“Hah, looks like you still don’t trust me. Then there’s nothing more to discuss,” David shrugged, feigning helplessness.

“I don’t want humanity to fall into chaos. Is that achievable?” Li Daoran looked at David earnestly.

“As long as you want it. But you can’t hide behind the scenes anymore; you need to step forward. Humanity needs a leader,” David nodded affirmatively.

“Don’t put me on too high a pedestal—I’m afraid I’ll fall and break,” Li Daoran smiled.

“Times create heroes. You stand at this position. If you want to make a difference, you must step up. It’s not us elevating you; you’re already at humanity’s highest point. This isn’t our choice—it's fate’s choice.”

“You always talk about gods and fate. Do you really believe in those things? They say you Westerners have faith—do you truly?” Li Daoran asked with interest.

“That part is a bit like you guys—I believe when necessary, and when not, well, it’s as useful as toilet paper—probably too coarse. Hmm, how does the saying go? Left eye twitch means fortune, right eye twitch means disaster—bah, superstition. Haha,” David chuckled, finding it amusing.

“You’ve studied our culture deeply,” Li Daoran acknowledged sincerely.

“So, for today’s world, being a lofty god is far more useful than being an earthly person,” David said.

“So you want me to join this war?” Li Daoran suddenly asked.

“That’s your own choice,” David said without hesitation. “We never forced you. If you’re willing, we can only follow your lead. That’s the power of a god—to guide the way.”

“But you could kill me anytime,” Li Daoran said.

“Regicide is also a mortal’s right,” David’s face hardened.

“In both Western and Eastern myths, gods, though high above and controlling human destiny, can be slain by mortals—that is an inalienable right of humanity, even if it leads to floods and destruction.”

“Then what’s the point of being a god? To be killed by a mortal hero? Training? I am a god—what are you then?” Li Daoran finally showed some sharpness.

“You are the God King, and we are the gods to be slain. Me, Chen Ming, Natasha, Tam, Charles—aren’t we humans attempting to slay gods and seize their thrones this time?” David twisted the concept, each sentence laying a trap.

“So now, in their eyes, are we the embodiment of evil?” Li Daoran asked.

“No, not us. You’re not their target. This isn’t a fight for the throne. You are the God King; your position is unshakable unless one day you lose your authority. Otherwise, you will forever be the exalted God King. We gods serve as their targets for conquest and replacement,” David explained.

“Looks like your plan’s theory is quite well-developed, David,” Li Daoran almost got entangled in David’s words but quickly regained clarity, his expression wary.

“Still far from complete. Five positions are too few. So, are you tempted yet? To be a high and mighty God King, guiding humanity’s path. If you want, the world is yours to command,” David tempted once more.

“David, I’ve always wanted to ask you a question.” Li Daoran stood, picked up a glass of iced water, and drank to cool himself.

“Hmm? Go ahead,” David said.

“What’s in it for me?” Li Daoran asked.

“Heh, hahaha,” David paused before bursting into hearty laughter.

Li Daoran watched coldly from the side.

Finally, David stood, grinning: “So, we are of the same ilk, dear Daoran. I really didn’t misjudge you. So, what do you want?”

“I don’t know. But I know it’s not the godhood you’re talking about,” Li Daoran said calmly.

“Such a cruel and indifferent man, Daoran,” David sighed.

“What can we give you? That’s a good question. We can only offer you these empty titles. Or, what do you want? Beauties? Sorry, impossible. We won’t allow any woman to come close to you—that’s too risky for us.”

“Fine wine? Also impossible. Your body is perfectly synchronized. The body from Daoran’s world transfers to yours first, then synchronizes with all humanity. In between lies a mysterious realm where unseen things occur.”

“According to our latest research, the earlier dispersal theory doesn’t hold up. Our new theory suggests that during synchronization in this mysterious realm, some consumption occurs. The evidence is that when you don’t use the potion, as your physical fitness improves, so does ours. So, the key isn’t the potion itself, but the human body. As long as the body from Daoran’s world improves, it elevates your world’s body, and through synchronization, boosts the physical fitness of all humanity.”