Miss President wants to talk to you

Miss President wants to talk to you

Author: Why is it already dawn?

Summary:

Having transmigrated to the Norton Federation in a parallel world, Eleanor sensed that things were not going well.

The year was 1933, a time of economic collapse, bank failures, soaring unemployment...

Isn't this a major economic downturn?

But the incoming president is a witch? And she's been assassinated?

That doesn't sound good.

Fortunately, Eleanor awakened a large language system, enabling her to organize information and plan solutions.

He is ready to start from scratch and make a name for himself.

Soon, the system provided the first plan.

"Become Miss Roseve's advisor and help her impersonate her deceased mother as President of the Norton Federation."

Eleanor: "Huh?"

……

He was imposing and menacing, and all his personal gains were handed over to the authorities.

I'll make 95 out of 100; you know my methods.

How will posterity evaluate Elinor Hopkins?

He was the president's close ally, the uncrowned king of the Norton Federation, the capitalist's strictest father, and the most ruthless dismemberer of the old world empire...

Eleanor: "Well said, I completely agree!"

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Chapter 1: Something's definitely not right about this Federation

The year 1933, Metropolitan.

A young man stood on the street, looking at his unfamiliar reflection in a shop window.

Black curly hair, deep-set and three-dimensional facial features.

He's handsome, but not quite as good as he used to be.

"Did I really time travel?"

One second ago, he was walking on the road when the Universiade came crashing into him.

The next second, we found ourselves on this unfamiliar street.

Unfolding the old newspaper in my hand, the headline news is...

President-elect Roseve was assassinated at a rally in Latin City.

February 15th, news from two days ago.

Ms. Rosef?

Which timeline am I supposed to be on?

Did I travel to Earth instead of Earth?

Memories flooded my mind, and my questions were answered.

This is a parallel world, with a culture and history that are not much different from the previous one.

The Norton Federation, where he is now, is very similar to the United States in the original world.

But there are also fundamental differences.

For example, the earliest settlers in this country were immigrants from the Old World.

However, unlike the other group, the first immigrants were not the Secessionist Puritans, but rather the pioneer witches and their families.

Yes, a witch.

This world possesses extraordinary power, but its level is very low.

Being able to release a fireball with one hand already makes one a top-tier spellcaster.

Perhaps that's why steam engines, railways, electricity, automobiles, radio... these remain the mainstream of civilization.

My current name is Eleanor Hopkins.

Twenty-three years old, an ordinary East Coast youth, making a living alone in the metropolis.

The original owner's parents died early, and he lived a solitary life with almost no social connections.

In a sense, this actually made things easier for him.

Eleanor folded the newspaper and stuffed it into her pocket, ready to embrace her new life.

But suddenly, a strange emotion welled up in my heart.

Sadness, anxiety, fear...

Eleanor frowned.

This is definitely not his own emotion; it's more like someone else forced it on him.

Moreover, he could vaguely sense the location of the source of the emotion.

It's not very far, it seems to be on the other side of the metropolis.

A thought flashed through his mind:

This world possesses extraordinary power. Could it be that some unknown entity is transmitting emotions to him?

why?

Just to mess with his mentality?

I thought about it for a few seconds, but I couldn't figure it out.

Eleanor simply and decisively put those emotions aside.

His greatest strengths are his optimism and cheerfulness.

That's how it was in my past life; no matter how big the problem, a good night's sleep makes it all worthwhile.

He immediately accepted the idea of ​​time travel, given how significant it was.

What does it matter to him whether other people are in a good mood or not?

In the atmosphere of the Great Depression, everyone was in a bad mood.

There is only one thing that matters most right now.

First, find a job.

Eleanor looked around.

The streets of Metropolis in 1933 were gray and gloomy.

The buildings on both sides were covered with a layer of coal dust, and pedestrians hurried along with blank expressions.

Several men were squatting on the street corner, queuing to receive relief soup.

Further under the bridge arch, makeshift shacks were densely packed together.

The Great Depression.

The most famous label of this era is unfolding before him.

The federal economy is at its darkest point.

The unemployment rate reached 25 percent, banks collapsed in large numbers, and countless families lost their life savings overnight.

Finding a stable job in this kind of world is extremely difficult.

Although Eleanor believed that as long as he was willing to use his brain and put in the effort, he wouldn't starve to death.

But work really can't be rushed.

He planned to queue up first to get a bowl of relief soup, and then talk to others after he was full.

Just as Eleanor stood at the back of the line.

Suddenly, a line of text appeared in the air in front of me.

Good morning, Master. Your Great Language Secretary System is ready.

Oh?

Upon seeing this line of text, Eleanor immediately felt relieved.

exactly!

How can I not have a cheat code?

The text in front of me keeps changing.

This system is a high-dimensional question-and-answer auxiliary tool.

[When users ask any questions, the system will calculate and consider the information before providing the most straightforward, clear, and unambiguous correct answer.]

Eleanor felt increasingly uneasy. Why did the system's tone of voice sound so familiar?

Bean bag?

No way, that's really not a reliable idea.

Eleanor felt that she should test the system first to avoid being scammed.

Let me start with a simple question.