I became the King of Ryukyu

"The United States' transfer of administration of the so-called 'Okinawa Islands,' also known as the Ryukyu Islands, to the Japanese government in the 70s was a private transfer that violated the spirit of the Yalta Agreement."

"Therefore, to this day, Japan still does not legally enjoy sovereignty over the Ryukyu Islands."

A steady, middle-aged man's voice came from the television.

"Professor Gao is right."

Before Zheng Yi could even express his feelings, the TV switched to news about the Cartridge Giantess.

"unlucky!"

Zheng Yi immediately turned off the TV and stood up.

The low attic made him unconsciously hunch over, even though the eaves were actually more than 30 centimeters above his head.

"What a depressing environment. But at only 15,000 yen, we really can't ask for too much."

My gaze shifted to the window, where a bright sky, as pure as the sea, was so clear that it was impossible to see through the spotless glass.

Naha, the capital of Okinawa Prefecture, is an island city gently embraced by the Pacific Ocean. Its scenery is completely different from Zheng Yi's hometown in his previous life, which was plagued by sandstorms from the Mongolian Plateau.

Zheng Yi himself had no complaints about being able to live a second life, extend his original short life of just over twenty years, and come to such a beautiful city.

My only regret is that I am no longer a descendant of the Yellow Emperor in this lifetime.

However, things seem to have taken a turn for the better.

In his previous life, he was born in a small village in the inland northwest of China, and his name was Zheng Yi.

In this life, the name on his personal identification card (similar to an ID card) is Fukuzumi Yoshi, and he is the only male heir in the Fukuzumi family for three generations.

After Zheng Yi was admitted to university, his father happily brought out the family genealogy. Only then did he learn that their branch of the family had changed their surname after the Meiji Restoration; their original surname was Tagawa.

Going back further, the founder adopted the name Tagawa Shichizaemon to facilitate fundraising in Japan, while his real name was Zheng Zongming.

He has an older brother who shares the same parents.

His full name was Zhu Chenggong.

My real name is Zheng Sen!

She crouched low as she descended the creaking wooden spiral staircase and called out to the lobby, "Good morning, Yuki-kun."

"Fukuzumi-kun, instead of asking me if it's okay, why don't you come and help me already!"

Zheng Yi was a little annoyed by the title "Fuzhu," but the person opposite him was his landlord who provided him with cheap accommodation, so he couldn't afford to be negligent.

I came out wearing an apron, my hair under the headscarf was slightly messy, my small face was longer than a donkey's, and my dark circles were so thick that I looked like the Chu Renmei teacher who had died unjustly many years ago. I could even see a faint black aura emanating from behind me.

It was clear that she was severely sleep-deprived.

Zheng Yi vaguely heard last night that some diners had caused trouble because the snacks were not good, and the tables, chairs and benches are still scattered haphazardly in the hall.

The house has five floors, with the top floor being the attic where Zheng Yi lived.

The fourth floor is the room of the older sister, Yuki, and the third floor is the room of the younger brother, Tetsuya. The second floor was originally their father's room, but it has now been converted into a warehouse.

The first floor houses a simply decorated family-run izakaya (Japanese pub).

They usually sell inexpensive sake and common Japanese snacks to accompany it, but their specialty is local cuisine unique to Ryukyu, which is said to be a branch of the Minnan cuisine.

I don't know if Yuki just didn't inherit her father's cooking talent at all, but the food at the izakaya was... well, let's just say it wasn't very good.

Zheng Yi's grandfather had a relationship with my ancestors, which is why he lived here.

In fact, the recruitment of agents should have been free, but Zheng Yi insisted on paying some money.

If he could, he wouldn't want to live a life of dependence on others.

The yen has depreciated sharply recently. Zheng Yi's parents are farmers in the countryside, and he works at a convenience store. He earns yen, but it feels like prices are rising rapidly.

Moreover, Okinawa surpasses Iwate and Shikoku to become the poorest region in all of Japan.

Kumejima, where Zheng Yi grew up, is considered one of the poorest areas in Okinawa Prefecture, with a backward economy and a sparse population. Its only notable features are its scenery and agricultural products.

Therefore, he cherished his inexpensive accommodation.

They put the tables and chairs back in their places with great effort and wiped them down carefully, which took about twenty minutes.

Zheng Yi planned to find a topic of conversation and then go out, as he had other things to do today.

"Has Tetsuya already gone to school?" he asked, having a good impression of this young man who shared the same name as the top male gunner in the Japanese server, Yamagami Tetsuya.

"Hmm, he was shouting nonsense like 'Quickly draw your gun,' 'Ultimate bomb,' 'Revive Ryukyu,' and 'Restore Elegant Language,' and then happily went to school."

Yuki wiped her hands on her apron and walked towards the kitchen, still complaining, "Reviving Ryukyu is one thing, but what the hell is this 'Ultimate Bomb'? Those idiots and parasites at the Ministry of Culture, are they no longer satisfied with just revising history textbooks, but have they started to drastically alter them?!"

This is probably not the Ministry of Culture's fault...

Zheng Yi shifted his gaze somewhat guiltily, his eyes landing on the plate that had just been brought out.

On the plate was a triangular pastry, resembling a fried dough stick, coated with sesame seeds and white sugar.

"Fukuzumi-kun, look at you, you're craving food again. Don't be shy, Fukuzumi and I are old friends, I won't say anything even if you eat and stay for free."

I, like an ancient fairy, carried a plate, my steps as swift as a devil's, my voice gentle, my slightly narrowed eyes flashing with a dangerous light.

Cloth!

Zheng Yi covered his mouth tightly, his voice escaping through his fingers, "What family friendship? Our fathers weren't even acquainted. If it weren't for the letters left by your grandfather, I don't think you would want to know a country bumpkin like me at all."

These are all true, but the most useless thing in the world is the truth.

He felt as if his wrist was being clamped by cotton-filled pliers, both soft and painful.

I really don't know how this woman, who looks so slender, could have such strength.

"Thank you very much!" Zheng Yi immediately realized the importance of the situation, picked up the smallest piece of horseshoe pastry, and pushed open the curtain like a gust of wind.

Muddy Road Oil!

"You're so shy, Fukuzumi-kun." That slender little hand seemed to have traveled through countless dimensions, landing on his collar.

Zheng Yi was dragged back like a cat being grabbed by the scruff of its neck, utterly dejected.

"You're a country boy, how can such a small piece be enough for you? Take this, this time you'll definitely succeed."

So, in addition to having three horseshoe pastries in his hand, Zheng Yi also had a peace charm hung around his neck.

The workmanship is very simple, with only the two characters "一心" (meaning "one heart") on it.

"Is it a promotional gift from the izakaya?"

Zheng Yi looked back at the sign of the Ichishin Izakaya.

After struggling to swallow all the pastries, Zheng Yi clasped his hands together in prayer.

Even if I was born with a bad hand, even if I tried my best to become the top student in Kumejima but still couldn't leave Okinawa Prefecture, even if fate played tricks on me time and time again, with the willpower to finish Yuki's cooking, my future will definitely be successful!

After encouraging himself, Zheng Yi opened his arms and embraced the new day.

A cool sea breeze rustled through the banyan trees, and the fragrance of gardenias drifted from afar.

I raised my hand to my brow and looked up at the sky, which was a pure, azure color. A few clouds had somehow appeared, obscuring the view.

It might rain in a little while.

He hopped on his old bicycle and rode through the blocks, finally stopping in front of a building with a police badge hanging on it.

The Shuri Koban, which belongs to the Naha Police Station of the Okinawa Prefectural Police Headquarters, is similar to a police station in China.

This wasn't Zheng Yi's first time here.

He unusually shared the same view as his classmate Yuki: all Japanese civil servants were complete gluttons and parasites.

They shirk responsibility and pass the buck, and even the simplest little things are always made to mess with by a constant stream of new rules and regulations.

These parasites, who spend huge sums of taxpayers' money and still use floppy disks and fax machines in the 21st century, are outrageously inefficient.

Zheng Yi was furious with these guys, especially after he checked the civil service recruitment guide and found that the positions available for veterinary medicine were all low-level, insignificant government jobs.

However, Japanese police have one redeeming quality compared to their American counterparts: they don't empty their magazines unnecessarily.

This is consistent with the typical characteristics of Japanese civil servants: they are kind and bow readily, but they don't do anything productive.

"Baka yarou!" Zheng Yi clicked his tongue skillfully and kicked open the police station door.

"I'm getting my name changed today no matter what, huh?"

There were other people in the not-so-spacious hall.

The police officers who greeted us were not the same ones as before.

The policewoman in front of me was only about twenty-three or twenty-four years old. She had beautiful features and a head of shiny black shoulder-length hair, which made her look energetic and capable.

Zheng Yi, who had studied the Japanese civil service system for some time, immediately recognized that the policewoman was wearing the uniform of a police inspector.

What a young police inspector!

Zheng Yi couldn't help but feel envious, but then he was puzzled: How could such a top student who passed the national civil service exam for police officers come to a grassroots unit like Shuri Koban?

Sitting in front of the young police inspector was a balding middle-aged man who spoke broken Japanese with gestures and interspersed some familiar phrases.

"He just completed his naturalization process and now wants to change the name on his personal identification card from Kim Yo-ryong to Kim Ye-teng-ryong," Zheng Yi said.

"I see!"

The young police inspector gave him a grateful look, and his work immediately went more smoothly.

After completing the formalities, the middle-aged man, now known as Jin Ye, stood up and bowed deeply to the policewoman at a ninety-degree angle: "Arieto! Officer Ishikawa!"

Naturalization automatically grants you a springy waist? How polite.

Zheng Yi thought the man was going to kowtow to him too, but to his surprise, the balding man just glanced at him and waved the new numbered card in his hand.

The sense of superiority in his eyes was almost overflowing.

The middle-aged man who had changed his surname to Jin clearly mistook him for a Chinese student.

Kim has also accepted naturalization and is now a Japanese citizen, which naturally puts him in a higher position than Chinese students.

"I want to renounce my citizenship."

Zheng Yi ignored him, resting his hands on the police cabinet and looking down slightly.

Deregistration?

Jin's ears twitched, and he stopped in his tracks in disbelief.

"Excuse me, Mr. Fukuzumi."

Ishikawa Aya tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear and, as if she had been prepared, took out a file folder from the side.

This has never happened before.

Every time Zheng Yi came to urge the business, the middle-aged policeman would dawdle for more than ten minutes just to find his information.

He clearly made an appointment in advance.

But Officer Ishikawa was clearly different.

She had already prepared all the necessary documents: "You have no legitimate reason, and the National Immigration Administration has not granted permission to accept your application, so the Ministry of Justice will not agree to it."

Zheng Yi knew, of course, that wanting to become a citizen of Dongda University under his circumstances was pure fantasy. It was just an excessive request he made as revenge after failing to change his name three times.

Zhou Shuren said that Chinese people always compromise, and Japan's bureaucratic system is actually quite similar.

At least this time, Officer Ishikawa handed over a new numbered card with a smile on his face, which had the two large Chinese characters "郑义" written on it.

"I'm so sorry to have made you come all this way before."

"Please rest assured, we have already sent letters to correct the issues related to taxes, medical care, and student records!"

Officer Ishikawa stood up and bowed, his hair, which he had just styled, falling down again, as black as a cascade of charcoal powder.

The angle of his bow wasn't particularly standard, at least not as standard as Kim Ye's.

The expression on the latter's face was as unpleasant as someone constipated.

"Thank you very much!"

Zheng Yi nodded and gave Ishikawa Aya's section an excellent rating in the evaluation column.

He wasn't a short-tempered person to begin with, and if those lazy bums hadn't really worn out his patience, he wouldn't have wanted to cause any trouble at all.

He waved the new number card at Jin Ye and said a beautiful sentence in fluent Chinese:

"Idiot."

……

As I walked out of the police station, the sky had completely darkened.

Zheng Yi looked up to check the sky, trying to gauge whether he could reach the teaching building before the rain started.

Suddenly, he rubbed his eyes hard.

The sky was dark and covered with thick clouds.

But suspended among the dark clouds was a light blue, almost transparent panel.

【drop! 】

Almost simultaneously, a crisp electronic sound rang in my ears.

[Host requirements detected; game activated]

[Location of the testing site]

[Testing Destiny]

[Loading information]

[Suitable Template: Dependent States]

The panel is now activated.

The in-game store is now activated.

[Task activated]

……

[Loading complete. Enjoy the game!]

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