I'm a magnetic field madman

55. Good morning! Emperor Show

"Will this performance be enough to satisfy the God Emperor? I think I can definitely pull it off!"

Albrecht appeared very confident because he was not only a highly intelligent research genius, but also a person with high emotional intelligence.

Based on his understanding of Bai Wujie, one of the emperor's greatest pleasures was watching satirical dramas about "human beings," where those who were ecstatic fell to the bottom and those who fell into hell ascended to heaven. He enjoyed this sense of dislocation.

Although it may be disrespectful to say this, this god-king's pleasures are no different from those of the most wicked devils.

Of course, this only applies to those who are not his people.

Albrecht had no intention of commenting on the character of his future lord... but to give Bai Wujie a performance that would satisfy him, it certainly couldn't be just about creating something to show off his amazing power.

That's boring. To be frank, Albrecht didn't think that someone who could destroy the moon at will would have any particular interest in showing off their power.

The God-Emperor had long since moved beyond the rudimentary stage of deriving pleasure from "manifesting divine power"...

His happiness may seem vulgar and vile to those who consider it lofty and noble, but it is by no means so superficial.

His performance is designed to bring misfortune to a large number of people. The Freemasons must be included, and perhaps everyone in the Americas and even Europe too, and beyond that…

"Muroto, my student, do you remember Rand? The guy who pursued you?" Albrecht laughed.

"He's an absolute idiot, the least talented of the four of us. So after he went to the Obelisk branch in Australia, all he did were pick up projects that I had only started halfway through and was too lazy to finish."

"For example, the weaponized cursed child—the things he created are even inferior to the genetically modified soldier project overseen by Arthur. At least now, many of the Freemasons' elite forces are 'Captain Americas'."

"Compared to you all, I'm the most incompetent one." Sumire Muroto chuckled self-deprecatingly.

This isn't modesty; in reality, setting aside talent and command skills for now...

Sumire Muroto was indeed the only one of the Four Sages who did not achieve much.

If she had to name a specific "finished product," all she had on hand were Rentaro Satomi and some AGV special drugs.

"Don't be modest, you lack a platform, and Rand lacks talent," Albrecht grinned.

"But that's not important. The key thing is that this idiot recently sent me some very interesting news. One of the tools he sent to deal with those Japanese pigs from the Five Flying Association has returned, along with a mentally challenged thing..."

Sumire Muroto's eyelids twitched slightly. Although she immediately adjusted her expression, she couldn't hide it from Albrecht's eyes.

A slight smile played on his lips as he patted Sumire Muroto's shoulder with amusement...

"My student, it seems the rumors are true. You actually had an affair with your own experimental subject. Alright, alright, I don't mean to interfere in your private life... but I think that Rentaro Satomi must be the protagonist of the Emperor's mandate, right?"

Sumire Muroto chose to remain silent, but even without speaking, it was tantamount to admitting it.

"Haha! Now I know what to do!" Albrecht laughed gleefully, looking just like a jester trying to please his lord with a funny joke.

No, he saw himself as a court jester. At least until he gained the support of the God Emperor, he was just a court jester trying his best to please Bai Wujie.

With the most crucial protagonist already determined, rehearsing the play will be a piece of cake!

"Don't worry, Muroto. I'll make sure Rand delivers our protagonist safely." Albrecht patted her shoulder and laughed heartily.

"He will be safe and sound until he becomes a masterpiece in my hands that satisfies the God Emperor. You should also do your part, both for yourself and for the boy you like."

Albrecht spoke of love, yet his eyes remained cold and devoid of any emotion. This purely cruel and rational creature was incapable of having any respect for love.

Sumire Muroto's lips moved slightly, but she only had the option to nod gently. She had no choice; she never had one in the first place.

The top of Tokyo Sky Terrace

A unique program is radiating from here throughout Japan, covering every screen that can receive the signal.

That's Good Morning, Emperor Show!

This is a large-scale reality show planned by Tokyo's best media professionals. There is no script, no formula, and it is a completely authentic reflection.

Of course, this isn't the fundamental reason for its popularity. The biggest reason this show is so popular with the public is always—

Its only guest and judge is their great Emperor Bai Wujie!

Quack! What show in this world could be more exciting, more energetic, and make even the most adorable little Dudu (a nickname for a child) squeal with delight?

Bai Wujie's current prestige among the people is unimaginably high. His lofty status and the sanctified worship he receives surpass all the rulers of all previous dynasties combined.

Given his status, Bai Wujie still chose to share joy with the people. How could the emperor's approachable attitude not move his people to tears?

Therefore, Bai Wujie is not only an emperor, but also a big star in his country!

"So many people lined up again today? Very well, then you have one hour to perform."

At exactly eight o'clock as always, as their great emperor slowly landed on the throne with his hands behind his back, a thunderous cheer erupted in an instant.

There is probably no celebrity in the world more popular than him.

Bai Wujie smiled and waved to his adoring people... Of course, he focused more on the "performers" in front of him.

The performers at the party lined up in front of him were all people who were not qualified to enter his country.

Bai Wujie once said that he would accept anyone with all four limbs intact and a normal IQ into his country.

It doesn't matter if you don't have these conditions, as long as you demonstrate your abilities.

He once said that even if all you can do is carry manure, as long as you do it well and as long as you are not afraid of getting dirty, you can become his subject!

Even so, a number of unqualified personnel were still selected.

The people partying here aren't necessarily all mentally challenged, physically disabled, or otherwise useless... but rather, their presence here is more about the discovery of "problems" within them.

The requirements put forward by Bai Wujie need to be weighed; the former is the basic condition, and the latter is the supplementary condition.

Before that, it is necessary to determine whether you harbor too much resentment and malice.

If there is too much resentment and malice, disobeying Bai Wujie's rule, or even plotting evil in one's heart.

Once the Dream Beast Team, who are in charge of the inspection, detect them using their sensory abilities, they will be permanently expelled.

And this group of people are mostly wealthy people or officials who used to live a comfortable life in the city...

It's not just resentment in one's heart; many of those lazy, unintelligent, useless, and unqualified good-for-nothings are like this.

They harbored resentment towards Bai Wujie for destroying their original lives and their status as superior people, but they had no choice but to come here in order to survive.

But once their former wealth and status are gone, these so-called social elites immediately become worthless, not even as good as a high school student.

How can someone like that be qualified to join the nation of Bai Wujie?

Of course, Bai Wujie, as an emperor, would not be so cruel.

He would give these people a chance, a chance to perform and please him. As long as they could win a smile from the emperor, Bai Wujie would allow them into his city!

Of course, such people are extremely rare.

"Alright, let's not waste any more time! It's showtime!"

Bai Wujie snapped his fingers lightly.

This marked the start of the daily one-hour "Good Morning, Emperor Show"!

The first to step forward to perform was a financial elite. His face was ashen, and he was wearing a tattered suit. He clutched a briefcase tightly in his arms as he approached Bai Wujie, opening it with a mixture of expectation and humility.

"Your Majesty! I used to be a senior trader at the Sapporo Stock Exchange! I have extensive experience in the securities industry, and I can help you manage the economy. I only need one opportunity, and I'm sure I can help you!"

Bai Wujie remained silent, while the armored guard beside him, carrying a large shield, began a countdown with a blank expression.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six..."

"Your Majesty! I can definitely make a difference! I've helped my boss short many companies before! I've helped them profit from many stock market investors, I can definitely help you manage the economy!"

Before the securities elite could even finish his hysterical scream, he was instantly locked in place by a force and thrown into the air, flying towards the sky at supersonic speed with a piercing scream—ha, he's already in the sky!!

"Next!" Bai Wujie snapped his fingers and announced calmly...

A bad start put immense pressure on the successor. The second performer to step forward was an old man in a black suit who looked like he was on his deathbed.

As soon as he arrived in front of Bai Wujie, he immediately aimed at the drone in the air, facing it directly, and then bowed without hesitation.

"Red bean paste, secret Marseille! I resent the Emperor, I have misbehaved! I am a useless old man, red bean paste—"

Without hesitation, the old man slammed his head heavily onto the ground with a smooth, even fluid, dogeza (vertical prostration), shouting loudly…

"Everyone, it's private Marseille!"

Then, like a frog, he suddenly sprang up, his head slamming heavily onto the alloy floor...

"Secret... Marseille!!"

"Haha!" Bai Wujie let out a knowing laugh, and the people around him, the viewers behind the television screens, also burst into laughter.

They don't necessarily have to understand the humor in this kind of thing, but it's enough for them to know that the emperor was amused.

If the emperor laughed, then they should laugh along with him.

As a reward for making the Emperor smile, this former high-ranking official from the Ministry of Home Affairs was fortunate enough to enter this place, but although he entered the Emperor's country...

His greatest ambition in life was probably to move towards becoming a comedian.

But after that old man, very few people could make Bai Wujie laugh.

Finally, after about a dozen people had flown out, another performer stepped forward.

"Hehe, it's my turn. I will definitely not disappoint the Emperor."

A muscular man wearing only black briefs walked out of the line carrying a speaker, setting it down with a swaggering, confident smile, while the heavily armed guard beside him announced the program with a blank expression…

"Yale Pig Hua Muscle Man, performance item: muscle dance."

"MachoMachoman! IwantbeaMachomanMacho-Macho!!"

Then a powerful melody began to play, and the muscular man with a smug smile immediately started dancing. His movements, radiating confidence, were like the undulating peaks of a mountain. But Bai Wujie felt a strange sense of déjà vu.

He then activated his ability to read minds, and the performance here reached its climax.

"Hiss—Machoman!! Your Majesty, witness my ultimate technique!" The muscular man struck a pose with an arrogant and confident smile, his pectoral muscles trembling incessantly...

"The shockwaves are reverberating, bouncing and bouncing!"

Bai Wujie's lips curled slightly, and then an extremely fast laser beam suddenly shot from the muscular man's Qikubi towards him.

56. Blue Poison

If a perfectly normal person with a sound mind and well-developed limbs comes to perform in Bai Wujie, anyone who isn't an idiot would know there's definitely something wrong with it.

Those who choose to appear on this "Good Morning, Emperor Show" are all desperate people who can't survive without joining the empire...

Those who are incorrigible and insist on opposing Bai Wujie are unlikely to participate in this program.

Choosing a muscular man as an assassin only shows that Bai Wujie's prediction about the Freemasons, who successfully dragged down the average intelligence level of this world to an absurd degree, was correct.

Just because the source is incomprehensible doesn't mean it's incomprehensible!

However, the laser beam emitted from Yale's Qikubi actually possessed a certain magnetic field. A closer look revealed that 60% of his skeleton had been replaced with chromium steel…

Through certain technological means, metals that can generate magnetic fields on their own...

This guy's Chikubi has been modified to the point that it can release beams of compressed magnetic field power.

As for why it's called Qikubi? Probably to catch people off guard, or simply to annoy Bai Wujie.

Faced with the attack aimed at his face, Bai Wujie clearly had no intention of continuing.

After all, Bai Wujie was extremely unwilling to let such an insulting move, comparable to the ultimate Bladder Sword, hit his protective power!

He waved his hand lightly, and the rebounding force instantly sliced ​​the Yale Pig Flower Muscular Man in two from the waist down. His eyes widened as he flew out, realizing that the thing he had failed to assassinate was now finished.

But at that moment, he saw Bai Wujie's slightly upturned lips, and driven by his last shred of survival instinct, he shouted loudly...

"Ah! Your Majesty, my performance was so brilliant, you..."

"Ha..." Perhaps not expecting this thing to be so quick-witted, Bai Wujie actually laughed out loud.

For muscular people, this is undoubtedly a lifesaver.

"Your Majesty! I've made you laugh, Your Majesty! You mustn't go back on your word!!"

The muscular man, Yale Pig Flower, screamed hoarsely, trying to beg the Emperor to spare his life...

"Indeed, you made me laugh. Of course I will keep my promise; you are now one of my people," Bai Wujie chuckled.

Then, he looked at the large shield guard beside him and said with great interest...

"What punishment should be given to the people who assassinated me?"

"The lowest level of the rebirth pool, fifteen years imprisonment," the Greatshield Guard replied softly.