The Invisible Guardian-A Chuan!

There's a saying, "I offered my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shone on the gutter."

It means that I clearly wanted to be a lapdog, but you only treated me like a dog.

This statement couldn't be more fitting for A Chuan right now.

After realizing his current predicament and believing that the crisis of abolishing schools—no, abolishing the empire—was imminent, the Amerikkka president, in a fit of hysteria, decided to switch sides and join the Communists.

He realized with a beast-like intuition that the key to preserving his life, property, and even residual value lay not in China, but in Kang De.

So he began to consider a crucial question...

How can one reach a secret consensus with Kang De while being subjected to a comprehensive PRISM?

A Chuan is preparing for this.

What he never expected was that Kang De was such a free and extraordinary person.

Not only did A Chuan realize his precarious situation through the Defense Minister's rude and impolite words and actions, but Kang De also deduced this pleasant conclusion from that brief phone call.

"Although I don't know what happened, A Chuan's situation is a bit precarious..."

The phone call was likely tapped, and even kissed on the lips by the subordinate, the Minister of National Defense. This indicates that a force capable of disregarding A Chuan has begun to exert its influence, and is doing so quite openly.

The most highly regarded Amerikkka elected president in recent years is already in crisis.

As a China person on the other side of the ocean, a victim of the trade war, and a socialist successor determined to resist American Empire, Kang De could do was...

"Increase the force!"

After discussing the Titan Agreement with people back in China, he immediately called A Chuan back.

How to do this? The Romance of the Three Kingdoms has already given us the strategy. Since A Chuan's phone is being tapped, we must stake Cai Mao and Zhang Yun's reputations to send A Chuan to ride in his favorite convertible!

After all, his plan with the parrot was to take down A-Chuan and replace him with Sleepy Joe, whose mental defenses were weak and could be easily defeated. To make this plan go smoothly, they had to deal with A-Chuan first.

There are many ways to target A Chuan. For example, one way is to create some major disturbances within the Amerikkka States to ruin the president's reputation and cause him to lose votes.

But for someone who truly enjoys life, since a convertible is an option...

--Classic event rerun, no dog would dare to fight!

As for offering a helping hand and providing timely assistance when A Chuan was in deep crisis, the thought only lasted for a second. After all, Kang De had already experienced the President's thought process and behavior over the past few years. Rather than gaining an ally whose behavior and logic were unpredictable, why not exchange it for an easily manipulated puppet?

So, A Chuan, I'm so sorry.

With this thought in his heart, Kang De dialed A Chuan's number again.

Unable to connect.

Hit again.

The call could not be connected either.

Kang De was startled as he listened to the busy tone on the phone.

Horse, Masaka...

Ah--Chuan--

The sorrowful cry lasted only a moment in my heart Twitter sent me a notification.

A Chuan just posted a new tweet.

Kang De's eyes sharpened instantly—was he covering something up? Had conspirators hijacked A Chuan's Twitter account to create the illusion that he was still alive?

He clicked on the tweet.

Shocking! Are you still vaccinating your children? I've heard that vaccines can cause autism!

"..."

Kang De remained silent for a moment.

Oh...

He's still alive!

Why won't he answer my calls?

Not long after this thought crossed my mind, an unfamiliar number called my phone.

Kang De, seemingly lost in thought, pressed the answer button, "What's up?"

"Excuse me for disturbing you, Mr. Kang."

Kang De recognized the voice. "Minister Esper?"

The American Empire Secretary of Defense, the one who just loudly kissed A Chuan, is incredibly idiotic.

"We have noticed your attempt to establish communications with the President," the Defense Secretary stated bluntly. "No offense intended, sir. Why are you so fixated on that Joker? What value does he have for you besides his antics, amusement, and madness? He is unpredictable, violent, selfish, and paranoid. Most importantly, he disregards tradition, authority, and the strong."

The other person said in a deep voice, "For example, I've thought about it for a long time, and I still can't understand why he would be so disrespectful to you when you've done so many things?"

A golden light shone in Kang De's eyes, time seemed to accelerate, and his thoughts began to diverge at an even faster pace.

Then he slowly said, "And?"

"And we will."

The Defense Minister spoke in a light tone, his words clearly pleasing to the ear thanks to his professionally trained oratory skills. "Perhaps you have some misunderstanding about the Amerikkka, thinking we are all domineering and arrogant megalomaniacs."

"No, that's not it. It's not that we're not humble; it's just that the last strong person worthy of our humility has long since vanished."

"If you turn the clock forward, whether it's forty years, sixty years, or even a hundred or two hundred years, you'll find that we value tradition and respect authority more than anyone else."

"We respect and learn from authoritative laws; we take power and interests as our supreme standard; we respect and protect those who are valuable and strong, establish good laws and do good deeds for them, and ignore the mediocre and inactive. Perhaps you have some reservations about our principles; that is your prerogative. We fully respect your freedom and thought, and on this basis, we aspire to build a friendship with you."

Upon hearing this, Kang De laughed, "I've never heard of you being so understanding."

"We are more benevolent and humble than you imagine," the Defense Secretary said earnestly. "The United States of Amerikkka is the most inclusive, friendly, and egalitarian country in the world, truly."

Is this the latest Amerikkka joke?

"No, it's the truth," Esper said quietly, "After all, our population is so small, so small, that we must value and respect the thoughts and will of every single 'person.'"

"Oh, I see, I understand."

"Really?"

"Yes." Kang De nodded readily. "No wonder all the rich and corrupt officials flock to your area."

The other party, completely unfazed, laughed in agreement, "Absolutely, I mean no offense—but for them, compared to your country's unfriendly ruling party and the ever-guardian Gavoment, the Amerikkka have true freedom, respect, democracy, and rights."

Kang De grinned, a silent, cold laugh escaping his lips, "That's hard to say."

"That is certainly true for you," the charlatan humbly agreed again. "The privilege of the strong is to deprive the weak of their freedom; you possess the power to define them."

Stop keeping me in suspense.

The portal flickered with light and shadow. Kang De pulled out a chair, straddled it with an air of superiority, and gazed at the rising sun over Lake Huron: "What do you want?"

"It's simply a way of showing respect, goodwill, and sincerity to the strong."

"Does this mean unilaterally intercepting my conversation with A Chuan?"

"Just to avoid that crazy idiot's one-sided offense, he thought he could..."

He might represent Amerikkka, but that's not the case. He's just a monkey who temporarily stole the crown through his cleverness.

Kang De's eyes flickered slightly.

Mosquitoes, nurtured by the lush vegetation of Lake Huron, were drawn by the warm air currents from the breath of the mosquitoes. They wobbled toward Kang De, and the next moment, they were watched by the Sorcerer Supreme. The vortexes created by the flapping of his wings sparked sparks, but to the tiny mosquito, they were a surging tide of fire.

A barely perceptible plume of black smoke drifted to the ground. He said calmly, "Then can you represent the Amerikkka?"

"No, we define Amerikkka." The other party's tone was devout and profound, like a chant, "We linger here, therefore this nation stands atop the mountain, crowned with endless glory."

Upon hearing this, the China person whistled.

"Negotiations with your side will make full progress, as the Amerikkka will make significant concessions. We hope you can capture Titan as soon as possible and, as agreed, facilitate cooperation between China and the United States to study the giant's secrets."

Esper then changed the subject. "We are also willing to facilitate AWSL's global business activities so that Your Excellency Kang De may see our sincerity and power. If the United Kingdom of Comora-Gambia is the sacred land you have chosen, then this land will become a spiritual land flowing with milk and honey. Whether you desire knowledge, wealth, or power, we are happy to offer it."

Kang De scoffed, "What decent person would take money from United States?"

"You've misunderstood again—those people you despise and scorn are nothing but degenerates who have sold their souls for money, Amerikkka kept for national interests. We pay them to bite, and they take the money to kneel and beg fervently. If you are dissatisfied with this, we will immediately stop the relevant projects and give you the list in exchange for your understanding."

"In contrast, we offer you this gift with utmost respect, hoping you will accept it. It requires no promises, returns, or agreements; there are no ulterior motives, schemes, or intentions whatsoever."

Esper said sincerely, "Even a superhuman being with godlike power can maintain his original ideals and beliefs. We deeply respect your loyalty and love for your country and would never do anything foolish to offend you... Please believe that our goodwill is humble and pure."

Kang De clicked his tongue. "So, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"I simply hope to establish a friendship with the god who will guide us in this new era."

Esper's tone remained consistently one of utmost reverence and humility. "The old era is coming to an end. All international relations and primary and secondary conflicts have changed. A new order is destined to be established. We do not wish for this process to involve disturbing risks, turmoil, or even destruction. We abhor risk; we desire peace."

"We want to appear with dignity in any possible future."

Kang De frowned slightly. "Let's be frank and not play riddles."

"..."

The other party remained silent for a moment, as if weighing the gains and losses, or as if seeking instructions and exchanging ideas.

After a short while, the other person's voice sounded again.

"In this era of transcendent awakening, everything will change, and you have a very high chance of becoming the core of this transition between the old and new eras... We are interested in betting on this."

"If you wish to become a god among men, the ruler of the earth, please allow us to stand beside you."

"If you intend to establish a so-called Earth United Government, we also wish to be a part of it and not be excluded."

"If you want to maintain a stable and proper situation on Earth, we are willing to provide assistance."

Kang De's eyes flickered, and he interrupted him, "What if I wanted there to be only one China in the world?"

The other party responded without hesitation, their reply being resolute and decisive.

"--Then please be our guides, and let us become a part of China!"

Thunder roared across the sky, and dark clouds rapidly gathered.

That was the Supreme Master's spiritual power manifesting to trigger the celestial phenomena.

Kang De said coldly, "Aren't you Amerikkka?"

"No, I've already explained it to you," the other replied in a resounding, almost effusive tone. "We've merely stopped here, defining the glory and greatness of this mountaintop nation. We are not Amerikkka, and we may not be in the future."

Kang De was about to speak when Esper interrupted him.

"Please don't rush to reply to us; there's still plenty of time. You can also pass this on to your country and listen to their advice. Mr. Kang De, your culture often advocates turning enemies into friends. As long as we share common goals, we can become friends."

"In the time to come, we will do our utmost to demonstrate our value and capabilities, and we will strive to earn your recognition and respect. Then you will know that no one will refuse a kind and resourceful friend—whatever you are preparing or planning, we can help."

"Then, goodbye."

"By the way, since it was your request, we will no longer block your communications with President Trump. We apologize again for this rude behavior. Goodbye, Your Majesty."

Communication terminated.

Kang De took the phone away from his ear, a subtle expression on his face.

He paused for a moment, then clicked his tongue and said, "Before I became rich, everyone would criticize me, be hostile to me, suppress me, and scheme against me. Now it's all good, everyone's a nice person, and everyone's saying nice things..."

Kang De switched back to Twitter on his phone and, looking at A Chuan's powerful profile picture, couldn't help but sigh.

A Chuan still hasn't changed his original intention...

--I guess I should find a way to kill him.

He casually scrolled down the screen, and suddenly, a new tweet from A Chuan popped up.

"Beware of communist elements! I mean, beware of Vietnam exporting revolution! Beware of their influence on good people in underdeveloped regions of Asia, Africa, and Latin America, and prevent those poor, ignorant black people from becoming communists! Vietnam!"

Kang De looked puzzled.

What the hell is this bastard talking about again...?

Then he saw that A Chuan had retweeted a tweet from England, which said that a certain 5G base station was hiding a conspiracy by the Chinese Communist Party, capable of emitting radio waves that could brainwash people into becoming communists.

Therefore, it must be burned.

The President commented. "Vietnam is a treacherous country! Certain evil nations have been trying to turn people all over the world into communists. They have been preparing for this, and even secretly experiment on the poor people in some backward regions, summarizing the corresponding methods and then promoting them to the whole world! Beware of Vietnam!"

Kang De scratched his head.

He had absolutely no idea what A Chuan was talking about.

Thank goodness, what he did in Comora was similar to what A Chuan had predicted, but not entirely the same—most of his investment in this West Africa country was serving the otherworld.

The factories, infrastructure, warehouses, and military facilities built in Comora can be projected into the White Mist World, serving as a guide and standard for building Distant Harbor.

The transformation experience of the local people of Comora can also be applied to this other world.

This was an absolutely lucrative deal—all the money raked in from around the world was used to secure massive orders from the overcapacity domestic market; the achievements accumulated in Comora could be projected into the White Mist World; the relevant experience was applicable in both worlds; and the construction and transformation of Comora fulfilled the agreement with the King.

Having survived two catastrophes, the king hoped that his country and people could stand up forever, never again be bullied by foreign powers, never again have white phosphorus bombs openly dropped on the capital by mercenaries who illegally entered the country, and never again be arbitrarily ravaged and ravaged by foreign superhumans who descended from the sky, and that they could have dignity in the face of great powers.

This is by no means an easy task. The last small country in a similar situation to Comora spent almost seventy years and made countless sacrifices to accomplish this feat. Comora, with a population of only two or three million, needs a complete transformation on a spiritual level in order to accomplish this feat in a shorter period of time, in addition to relying on the abundant material support brought by the Warlord.

For the sake of future generations, a painful and cruel transformation is underway.

The experience and methods of reforming and disciplining the Comora People will also be applicable to the other world, just as the experience of reforming the Distant Harbor will be applied to the Comora...

But this is merely a transformation of backwardness, ignorance, and injustice.

This enables the transformed group to clearly understand the source of suffering and the inherent contradictions of their ancestors and even themselves, and to choose and control their own destiny with full knowledge and a complete understanding.

Even if this behavior is full of coercion and violence, and completely disregards the wishes of the group being reformed.

Just like what happened in the Distant Harbor —the soldiers publicly burned the nobles' serf contracts, even though the peasants cried their hearts out, were bewildered, and even threw tantrums.

They also forced the servants, armed with knives, to sever their ties with their noble masters and live as free men from then on.

Even if these people, accustomed to being slaves and utterly devoid of autonomy, desperately refuse and plead in every way.

After all, to use Kang De's words...

"Slaves are not free to be enslaved, nor are laborers free to be exploited."

"You have no choice in this matter, and I don't care if you hate me."

"The last man who used the words, 'These people have willingly become my masters and are at my beck and call, and if you truly have pity on them, you should not interfere with their choices,' to confront my master is hanging from a lamppost, his flesh and blood pecked away by vultures, and his cries have quelled my anger."

"In your eyes, he is a kind and decent good man; in my eyes, he is an utterly wicked scoundrel. Time will prove who is right and who is wrong."

"Now all you bastards sign new contracts, go to school to learn new skills to make a living, then move into the cheap rentals I provide, go to the factory to fight for your future, enjoy the eight-hour workday and welfare benefits that the dead people of another world fought for for you, and curse Kang De, that tyrannical, cruel, cold-blooded tyrant, a few times in your hearts—fuck you, now dismissed."

Such behavior is naturally full of red marks, but Kang De never thought of it as so-called "ideological infiltration" or "exporting revolution," because it was just a matter of course. He was simply dragging the bewildered and ignorant exploited out of the cesspool, whether they wanted to or not.

Because no one in this world is born to live such a miserable life.

That is precisely why, and because Kang De did not see this matter as "cultivating new communists," he naturally failed to Dong A Chuan's implication.

I just felt like this guy had gone crazy again.

Forget it, let's just kill him.

He dialed A Chuan's number.

Just as Esper promised, this time the signal was unblocked.

A Chuan was waiting in his room with his phone in hand, he suddenly heard a familiar ringtone.

He shuddered, and his palms became sweaty.

My heart is pounding.

It's here—the caller ID picture is China boy he's stared at countless times.

I hope he understood my hint... no, he definitely did! That's why he called after I posted that Twitter!

A Chuan pressed the answer button.

"Hello, there..."

A China voice came from the microphone. "A Chuan, have you been kidnapped? Have you been wronged? Do you want me to help you get revenge? Are those people really bad?"

--yes!

Well done, China boy!

Whether or not those nasty snakes and parasites have contacted you, this response is the most appropriate! I like your gloating tone right now! Contacting me openly and using this joking banter will actually lower their guard!

Then, through these direct telephone conversations, they secretly exchanged information and reached a consensus!

A Chuan secretly clenched his fist in excitement.

He once again sorted out the plans and solutions in his mind.

Next comes the part about showing sincerity... no, first I need to probe whether those parasitic vampires have contacted Kang De. If so, I need to subtly leak the information, sowing discord among them as much as possible. Besides that, I also need to demonstrate my sincerity, for example...

The rune stone that appeared out of nowhere.

Yes, let's make a point of focusing on this.

But we can't let those eavesdropping bastards find out...

--A -A Chuan's eyes suddenly sharpened.

Meanwhile...

Another world, Star Palace.

Apophis stood solemnly beneath the star rings and within the palace.

"It's been a long time since Phaethon's sacrifice. By now, our master should have received the energy of the welcoming array. Why haven't any new decrees arrived? Has something unexpected happened?"

After a moment's thought, the Star of Divine Destruction made a decision.

"I'm going to try to activate the resonance... I hope everything goes well."

"No, it will definitely go smoothly."

Apophis's eyes were resolute. "After all, Phaethon's great sacrifice completely deceived the Fire Thief... He knew nothing of what was happening in his homeland. Although it's another unfamiliar world, no living being can defy my scheme, because they know nothing, they know nothing..."