Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 402 Collective Reflection of the Federation

'What's going on? Everything's weird today.'

Confused, Su An walked step by step toward the refrigerator from a black-and-white perspective, and then took out an apple from it.

Looking at the dull-colored fruit in front of him, he had no appetite at all, especially since he was surrounded by a strange, foul stench.

But he still instinctively grabbed it and took a bite.

But the next moment, as the taste of the apple entered his brain, he vomited it all up.

"Oh shit, this is like eating shit! Is it expired?"

Su An complained incessantly, feeling like the whole world was against him today.

Back in the bedroom, he picked up his phone from the bedside table, but the grime-like texture made him instinctively resistant.

Even if he were slow to realize it, he could sense that everything that had happened since he woke up was incredibly strange.

'It must be the evil of that new country…'

With this thought, Su An couldn't help but gag, as if his body was rejecting his thoughts.

I endured my disgust for the feel of the phone the whole way, and shakily opened the video website.

The most popular video title is "Shocking!!! Human modification project".

Open the video, and a blogger is solemnly explaining what happened to everyone:
"Everyone, did you wake up and find that your body felt very strange, and that you felt nauseous in terms of taste, smell, and touch?"

"And if I'm not mistaken, those of you watching my videos on your phones right now can feel the stench of dog poop coming from your phones."

Listening to the blogger's explanation in the video, Su An nodded subconsciously.

In the video, the blogger says with a serious expression: "The reason for this is that our bodies have been completely modified, and we will feel disgust towards anything from the Federation and the Empire."

"Anything related to the White Federal Government and the Black Empire, whether it's food, clothing, air, sunlight, land..."

"All of this will cause the body to feel physiological aversion."

"How is this possible!" Su An sat up in disbelief, but then looked at the world in front of him.

The stench of the air... the black-and-white perspective... the tactile sensation of dog feces... the moldy food...

Living there is like being immersed in the Ganges River.

"But there is one exception."

The video was still playing, and the blogger's voice jolted Su An awake, causing him to quickly focus his attention on the video.

As the blogger spoke, he clapped his hands lightly, and his subordinate immediately handed him an oxygen mask.

He then put on the oxygen mask, took a deep breath, and showed an expression of enjoyment.

"Is this guy crazy?" Su An stared wide-eyed, as if he had seen someone smelling shit.

The blogger finished inhaling the oxygen with a look of enjoyment, then looked at the video and laughed, "Are you wondering what I'm doing? Actually, this oxygen tastes sweet."

"Because this is an oxygen mask that I bought from Singapore overnight at a high price. Only products from Singapore can prevent our bodies from having an adverse reaction."

"Everything I wear, use, and eat right now is from Singapore. Yes, I'm preparing to immigrate to Singapore."

Under Su An's astonished gaze, the blogger laughed and said, "Having grown accustomed to the free air of the new country, I can no longer tolerate the stench of our country's decay. From today onwards, I will become a citizen of the new country."

"This may be the last video I post in the Federation. I wish everyone in the Federation could immigrate to the new country as soon as possible, just like me."

With the final words spoken, the video came to a complete end.

Looking at the blacked-out screen, Su An instinctively cursed, "Shit."

Frustrated, he turned around and felt as if the whole world was against him.

After scrolling through the pages, I discovered that the Federation had completely descended into chaos, with the disorder of the five senses causing chaos to appear in every part of the Federation.

Feeling the world's senses reversed, Su An was already determined to solve this problem, or at the very least, immigrate to the new country.

Thinking this, Su An subconsciously reached for her phone, almost forgetting something.

Before you put in the effort, reward yourself a little; today's daily challenge hasn't even started yet.

Accompanied by the familiar sound effects that precede the opening of the black and red website, a scream soon came from the apartment.

NO! ! !

As Su An watched the commotion in the video, he realized that his mind was filled with a surge of energy, yet he felt nothing about the content of the video.

At this moment, there is no distinction between the new federal nation and the new country; only a desperate captain, unable to take off, remains in the apartment.

'Not just in reality, I can't even get aroused by the little yellow books drawn by the Federation.'

Su An looked utterly miserable; the excruciating pain of being forced to abstain from sex had driven him to despair: 'Ben Zi, you win!'

'etc……'

Su An suddenly paused, scratching his head: 'What if I try to acquire resources from the new country's domestic production zone...?'

……

At this moment, it wasn't just Su An; the entire Federation was in a state of chaos. President Sean listened to his subordinates' reports with a grim expression.

"Your Excellency, because Fang Can has implanted a cultural imprint into our genes, our people have been completely culturally colonized by the new country."

“Living within the Federation is like living in hell. Countless residents have already crossed the border in an attempt to smuggle themselves into the new country.”

"Moreover, the students in the Federation developed an aversion to the teachers' words and could not learn at all. The school tried to change the textbooks to the version of the new country's textbooks before they could barely accept them."

"The things we produce ourselves are unusable by our own people. We can only dump them at low prices to Singapore and then buy Singapore's goods at high prices, actively exporting the price scissors."

“If this continues, in less than a year, our culture, our lives, and everything else will be replaced by the new country.”

Listening to his subordinate's report, Sean scratched his head in frustration, took a deep breath of the oxygen transported from New Country, and asked, "So how is New Country now?"

"There has been no response; they must be waiting for us to take the initiative to offer our allegiance," the Secretary of State said.

"Surrender voluntarily? Absolutely not!" Sean shook his head violently and slammed his fist on the table: "We still have antimatter bombs! We can fight them to the death."

The Secretary of State sighed, “Mr. President, they have Fang Can.”

"At worst, we'll fight to the death. No matter how strong Fang Can is, he can't stop so many antimatter bombs," Sean said fiercely.

"Your Excellency, Fang Can is the strongest person with the ability to use luck." The Secretary of State said helplessly, "The antimatter bomb will probably explode before it even reaches New Country."

Sean fell completely silent, because he realized that in the face of Fang Can's absolute strength, the Federation at this moment did not even have the ability to perish together with him.

Now you only have two choices: surrender or die!
“Your Excellency, perhaps we should vote,” the Secretary of State advised. “Just last night, we received reports that prime ministers from several allied countries were secretly contacting the new nation.”

After all, Fang Can's move was too ruthless; he essentially put a mental chastity belt on everyone.

Capitalists have no homeland; they make money to live well, so naturally they go wherever they feel comfortable.

The position of federal president is one that can be replaced at any time.

If you don't sell out your country now while you still have power, then another president will be parachuted in later, and you won't even get the money from selling out your country.

So... it's better to surrender now while you can still make some money.

“Impossible, the freedom and dignity of our Federation are absolutely impossible…” Sean wanted to say something more, but the ringing of the phone next to him interrupted him.

The Secretary of State glanced at the federal landline, but the contact information displayed on it made him tense: "Your Excellency, it's a call from the new country."

'A call from New Country?' Sean's heart tightened, and he snatched the phone to answer it.

Then, under the Secretary of State's surprised gaze, he said in an extremely humble tone, "This is the White House. I am the current President of the Union, Sean. What are your orders?"

"Are you Sean?" the person on the other end of the phone asked in surprise. "So you're still alive?"

Sean: ? ? ?
Suppressing his rising anger, he asked, "What do you mean? I'm perfectly fine, of course."

"Oh, but the opposition promised us that they should be able to occupy the White House by 10 o'clock and hang the current president's head on the flagpole."

After a pause on the other end of the phone, the voice said, "It's already 10:01. Are all of you in the Federation so unpunctual?"

Only then did Sean realize why the White House was so quiet at this hour, as if...

Before the thought could even register, the tightly closed door was kicked open with a bang, and a group of heavily armed SWAT officers rushed in.

"What are you doing? I am the President of the Union! This is rebellion!"

Sean roared in panic, but the next moment a submachine gun was shoved into his incessantly chattering mouth.

Just as he was about to continue struggling, gunshots rang out, and the blood that exploded beside him stained half of his body red.

To his right, the Secretary of State was riddled with bullets from a submachine gun, his blood staining the White House carpet red. The death of his subordinate terrified Sean, who immediately gave up resistance.

Thinking about what had just happened on the phone, he sobbed, "I can talk! I can love Singapore too!"

"Save your breath. Do you really think Singapore is some kind of garbage dump that accepts all sorts of trash?"

The leading man ripped off his combat helmet, patted Sean's cheek, and said, "The New Nation said that everyone who has participated in human research on superhumans must die."

"Your throat bone is quite nice; it must be a secondhand item you picked up from an ability user."

The blond man's gaze fell on Sean's neck as he chuckled:
"After we remove your throat bone, we'll collectively execute you bunch of thugs who have offended ability users!"

As he spoke, the man smiled and picked up the still-connected phone on the table, saying, "This is Rodriguez, leader of the Federal Resistance. May I ask what brings your esteemed new nation to the White House?"

"You've finally arrived. We've been waiting for you for ages. If you hadn't come, we were going to have Lord Fang change his plans."

The voice on the other end of the phone complained, "Based on rigorous discussions among our country's ability users, it is estimated that in about three days, Lord Fang will officially visit the Federation to sign a peace treaty with your country, so we are specifically informing you."

"The Lord Fang you're talking about is..." Rodriguez's eyes lit up, his tone tense.

"Nonsense, who else in the new country has a Lord Fang now! Anyway, you should make preparations now, so as not to spoil the Lord's enjoyment."

"Yes, yes, yes..." Rodriguez nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with joy after the other end of the phone hung up.

Fang Can is now the strongest man on the entire planet. If I can serve him well in three days, wouldn't that be a great contribution to his rise to power?
The thought filled Rodriguez with energy, and his hands and feet trembled with excitement.

"Quickly! Take action immediately!" Rodriguez exclaimed excitedly. "Let the new nation see our sincerity right away."

His subordinate was also a clever man; he bowed his head and said, "Please give your orders, Mr. President."

"Immediately announce to the entire Federation that the distinguished guest has arrived. At the same time, rescue all the ability users in the test bases within three days, and burn all the opposition at the stake to express our sincerity to the new nation."

"Burn all the opposition?" a subordinate asked, puzzled.

Aren't they the opposition? Why would I burn myself?
To this, Rodriguez sneered: "Identity is self-imposed. Whoever loses is the opposition? We are the winners, so why should we be called the opposition?"

"Now, I will immediately deliver a speech to the Federation, announcing that the Federation has formally surrendered to the new nation."

"Although it is a peace treaty, we must consider ourselves war criminals! And make the entire nation reflect on our past radical actions against those with abilities."

"Remember, this reflection activity must be profound and thorough, and it must be completely cut off from the past."

"Learn from the level of reflection that Germany underwent after World War II, and don't be like Japan before its collapse, where there was no sincerity in their apology for defeat."

As these clear and logical words fell, his subordinates all looked at Rodriguez with awe. With such a leader, how could they not become powerful?

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

"Okay! Let's get ready for the live stream."

……

Meanwhile, inside the villa, Fang Can listened in astonishment to the phone call from the "King of Rotten Living" on the other end:

"What's going on? Why am I being sent to the Federation? What for?"

"Of course, we should make them sign the surrender treaty," said the King of Rotten Things as a matter of course. "You've already won, so now it's time to show off in front of everyone and go to the Federation for a couple of days to relax."

"Why don't you guys go?" Fang Can said speechlessly after urging Ye Qingshi to bury her head even deeper into the ground. "I don't want to cultivate."

"Cultivation my ass, all you do is stay home and play with women. Stop being a shut-in every day, why not change your environment and experience something different?"

“We’ve already decided. You’ll go to the Federation, and the rest of us superpowered individuals will team up and go to the Black Empire. Of course, if you want to switch, that’s fine with us.”

"You're going to the Black Empire? What's so fun about that?" Fang Can asked, puzzled.

"Nonsense, those black people treated us like that before, this time we'll definitely treat them like Japanese people and mess with them."

As he spoke, the King of Rotten Things asked curiously, "Actually, we had a guess about you when we were discussing this not long ago."

Fang Can: "What guess?"

The King of Bad Luck said, "Well... you're not a luck-based ability user, are you?"

"If you were to have a child, wouldn't the chances of that child having superpowers be even greater?"

"Or you could try your best to see if you can have a few children with special abilities."

Fang Can: '...Get out!!!'

(End of this chapter)