National Destiny: Starting with a gender-swapped role as Artoria

"Um, how about you consider it? Actually, you would look really beautiful after the gender swap, I swear I'm not lying."

The consultant's mood improved because of his earlier laughter, and he said half-jokingly.

The consultant was telling the truth; he watched the entire live stream.

After the gender swap, Wu Yue stood on the treetop, holding the holy sword high. Firefly-like golden light appeared continuously and gradually gathered on Wu Yue's body.

That kind of aura, that posture of shouting "ex curry stick!"

The consultant didn't find anything incredible at all; when he saw this scene, he only had one thought in his mind.

That is.

—Holy crap…she’s a true goddess—

Wu Yue looked at the consultant expressionlessly, licked his lips, and said nothing.

The consultant felt a little awkward being stared at, glancing left and right.

Just as Shiobe Ai was about to say something.

at this time

The television on the corridor wall suddenly lit up silently, displaying a blue screen.

Wu Yue's attention was drawn, and she looked up at the television.

When Shio Mu Ai and the consultant saw Wu Yue's gaze, they also looked towards the television.

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The forum was thrown into chaos in an instant.

"Holy crap, guys! My TV's been hacked! Why is the screen just a blue screen?!"

"Brothers, do you have any more erotic pictures of Wu Yue? Give me some with some really hot poses!"

"Hey guys, does anyone have a Monster x Wu Yue fanfic? Does anyone have any voice acting? I'll pay for it!"

"Holy crap! The TV screen went blue! Is this another national destiny war?! Is this some kind of endless loop or a national destiny war?!"

"Has Wu Yue disappeared? She made such a great contribution, yet we haven't seen her on TV!"

"Yay! We get to see the goddess of Wu and Yue again! Shouldn't we be happy, brothers?!"

"By the way, what's Wu Yue's Baidu Tieba account number? Does anyone know?!"

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Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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Chapter Forty-Eight: The War of National Destiny Resumes?! The Current Situation of Various Countries!

On an unnamed street in the Free Country

Chuan Jianguo sat alone in the corner, looking like a beggar.

His body was withered and lifeless, and even a passing homeless man couldn't help but click his tongue and toss him a piece of bread.

"Oh my god... This is so pitiful... He was the president not long ago..."

He was a president not long ago, so why did he suddenly become a beggar on the streets?

Because of freedom

From beginning to end, the name of the Republic of Freedom is synonymous with freedom! In this country, everyone is equal!

Free America, shootings every day.

Here, people can not only insult the president and beat up presidential dolls at will, but also take out a spray bottle from home if they are in a bad mood.

Then, completely naked, disregarding his bulky figure, wearing only white underwear, he went out into the street and pointed his gun at the sky!

Oh my god!

—Bang—Bang—Bang—Bang—

What would a normal person from another country do if they saw such a scene?

When I went out this morning, I suddenly saw a bloated pervert wearing only white underwear shooting guns into the sky.

An ordinary person would be so scared they'd wet themselves.

But the Free Country is different. Here, everyone is equal, and no one will stop you.

It's even possible that someone might empathize with the pervert in white underwear.

Oh my god!

Soon, a second pervert in white underwear will appear with a blaster, and even a third or fourth.

At this point, someone will ask...

Where are the police? Are they just sitting around doing nothing? Aren't they going to come out and maintain order?

In this world, there are only two situations that would prompt the police of a free country to be mobilized.

One is about someone committing suicide, and the other is about a Black person.

I won't go into the specifics; those who know, know.

A free nation, a free heart—even if you were president yesterday, today you're nothing after you've stepped down.

Moreover, this was Trump, who had been ousted from power.

"Waaaaah... My motherland... My motherland, when will you come to take me home..."

Chuan Jianguo has nothing on him now—no money, no cell phone, only a tattered suit and a ragged rag.

——Snap——

Just then, a box of matches was thrown in front of Chuan Jianguo by someone.

Chuan Jianguo looked up but saw nothing. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and picked up the match.

Upon opening it, I found a letter inside, with five small golden stars printed on it.

"This is?! My motherland?!"

Chuan Jianguo was immediately shocked! He quickly stuffed the envelope into his pocket.

As expected! My motherland has not abandoned me!

As long as our motherland is behind me, then the founding of the nation by the late Chuan will never be achieved!

Chuan Jianguo threw his cloak aside and swaggered into the street.

Knowing that their motherland is right behind them!

March forward with big strides!

Waving hand!

Kick!

Trump has marched out with imposing force! With grandeur! He has marched out of the entire solar system!

"Whoo~"

Chuan Jianguo pursed his lips and blew out a breath that landed right on his forehead, lifting a small tuft of white hair.

The fur was encouraged and began to sway gently.

"I'm back from hell! Kneel down!"

But on the wide street, no one paid any attention to Chuan Jianguo; everyone was looking at the huge screen in the square.

His face was full of surprise.

"Oh my god..."

"Oh my god..."

"Oh my god..."

The huge screen went completely blue, and gradually some white text appeared...

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Royal palaces in the British Isles

Eriri hugged her pillow and tossed and turned in bed. There were only a few days left until the deadline, but she had absolutely no desire to draw.

Whenever I pick up a pen and calm down, a beautiful face appears in my mind.

Her golden hair was piled up at the back of her head, with a tuft of hair sticking out of place, ignoring Newton's laws; beautiful emerald green pupils; and pink lips.

She was clearly shorter than me, with such a petite figure, yet she acted like a hero…

"—Waaaaaaah—"

Eriri suddenly made a whimpering sound for some reason, as if she was happy, or perhaps shy.

He kept tossing and turning in bed.