I made up myths in America

Chapter 138 There Can Only Be Two Suns in the Sky
In 2008, The Times of London ranked 43 U.S. presidents as the 'greatest president' using different criteria, with Abraham Lincoln ranked first.

The Lincoln Memorial is one of Washington's most popular tourist attractions, drawing countless visitors every year.

This demonstrates Lincoln's standing in the hearts of the American people, the president who ended the North-South divide and the abolition of slavery.

But status aside, when this president, who had passed away 170 years ago, actually walked out of the memorial and stood in front of them, whether it was the police maintaining order in front of the memorial or those MAGAs who refused to leave, their minds were buzzing and blank, and their facial expressions were incredibly varied.

The area in front of the Lincoln Memorial, which had been quite noisy, suddenly became quiet.

Everyone stared blankly at the president they had seen countless times in the memorial hall.

The man was tall and thin, dressed in a sharp black swallowtail suit with a black bow tie. His demeanor was calm yet exuded the iron-blooded competence of a soldier. Standing at the entrance of the memorial hall, gazing at this city that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him, his gaze was somewhat complicated.

Only after the crowd recovered from their shock and gasped in surprise did he look away, nod and smile at them, and declare with presidential authority, "Yes, friends, after all these long years, I, Abraham Lincoln, have returned."

"My God, it's President Lincoln, it really is him!"

Many police officers and soldiers maintaining order nearby, under the calm gaze of the other party, inexplicably and instinctively stood at attention, saluted, and shouted, "Greetings, Your Excellency the President!"

A golden retriever who had just come out saw this scene and his eyes twitched, as if he had been bullied right in front of him.

He pulled aside the folklorist beside him and asked in a low voice, "Professor Alan Heston, didn't you say the ritual was absolutely fine? How come the target of the heroic spirit's summoning became him?"

"This"

Professor Alan Heston also seemed a little unsure, explaining, "Your Excellency, I arranged it according to the information you gave me. Could it be that the summoning location, or the compatibility between the summoner and the heroic spirit, also affects this occult ritual?"

He started flipping through Aleister Crowley's research notes and began analyzing them.

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The president, too lazy to bother with the nerd anymore, turned to look at the bastard standing there receiving cheers and greetings from the crowd, who looked more like a president than himself. His mood turned from sunny to cloudy, and he felt terrible.

Meanwhile, his staunch confidants, unsure how to handle this unusual situation, cautiously observed their boss's expression.

"Phew, I am the greatest president of America, I can't let him outdo me."

I saw a blonde woman in a dress with large breasts and a curvy figure, holding flowers she had picked from who-knows-where, preparing to offer them to this great president who had come back from the dead.
The president could no longer contain himself and casually stepped forward to greet him:

"Hey Mr. Lincoln, you should know that I am your summoner, right?!"

"of course."

Lincoln glanced back at him, then nodded calmly, saying, "I've heard of the Freemasons' ritual for summoning heroic spirits before; I didn't expect they'd actually succeeded in researching it."

As they were talking, Lincoln accepted the flowers from the young lady in front of him and generously opened his arms to hug her.

The MAGA fans below cheered again, raised their hands, and loudly chanted Abraham Lincoln's name over and over again, completely forgetting that their former idol was standing next to Lincoln.

The president's face darkened completely. He raised his right hand and then lowered it again, mainly because he realized that, in just a few minutes, the American soldiers and police maintaining order in front of the memorial seemed to have all become devoted fans of this cunning scoundrel. Under the president's furious gaze, Lincoln looked at the people who still supported him, smiled, and stood on the steps of the monument to deliver his impromptu speech.

He said, "I have been awakened from my slumber by the mystical call of your current president and have returned to this land I cherish."

"Nearly two hundred years have passed since my death, and I had thought that this land of freedom and democracy would, as my friends and I had envisioned, provide people with happy and peaceful lives, but it hasn't."

At this point, his tone suddenly turned heavy, and his iron-gray eyes, as if able to see through people's hearts, stared at everyone present.

"Poverty, war, division, discrimination—I never imagined that the country I loved and dedicated my life to would become like this.

"This is not the life you are meant to live, my friends. In the most perilous time of America, I promised your ancestors that this nation, by God, would be reborn with freedom, that all men are created equal, and that a government of the people, by the people, and for the people, would not perish."

"But have they succeeded?!"

Lincoln asked in a passionate tone.

"no!"

"No!!"

"No!!!"

This energetic speech instantly ignited the emotions of the MAGAs in the audience.

Especially those Washington's working-class citizens who had recently lost their homes, cars, jobs, and everything else, were increasingly agitated, raising their hands and shouting.

They felt they had worked hard, paid their taxes diligently, and hadn't done anything wrong, yet they were being treated so unfairly.

"That's right, friends, no."

With the president and the surrounding high-ranking American officials looking somewhat nervous and uneasy, Lincoln's speech seemed to possess a magical power, completely stirring up the emotions of the surrounding crowd.

Lincoln opened his arms, his tone returning to calm, "Those brave souls who gave their lives for the freedom and glory of this land have not received the justice they deserve. I look around and am filled with disappointment in this country and its government. America should not be like this."

As he spoke, he looked at the media reporters who were excitedly capturing this explosive news with their cameras, and said in a calm voice:
"In this special era, you deserve a more rational, fair, and experienced president to lead you forward."

"Therefore, I, Abraham Lincoln, in the name of the Sixteenth President of the United States of America, demand the resumption of the presidential election. My fellow journalists here, please help me spread this message so that more Americans may know it."

"because."

At this point, Lincoln paused, raised his right hand, and said firmly:

"I will lead everyone to victory!!"

(End of this chapter)