(Bonus chapter sponsored by Son of the Round Clam, Pete Griffin, 33/50)
For the entire month that followed, Li Qinwu did only one thing: he wanted to see the God-Emperor.
After all, he was an old Chinese man. He subscribed to the principle that no matter what the problem was, as long as one got to see the ruler, it could be solved. So he began frantically searching for a way to meet the God-Emperor!
By his reasoning—or rather, the reasoning every transmigrator had—he was the chosen one, extraordinary by nature, and his identity as a transmigrator carried considerable weight. Meeting the God-Emperor should have been easy.
But over that month, Li Qinwu had been thoroughly slapped in the face!
He exhausted every method at his disposal, submitting reports to every relevant department, only for them to vanish without a trace.
He went to churches and whispered to statues of the God-Emperor, hoping for a divine manifestation, but the Emperor's statues were just statues. They did not move at all.
Li Qinwu even formed a golden sun with Psychic Power in public, hoping to draw the attention of the Imperium's upper ranks.
Unfortunately, that only stunned low-ranking Imperial Cult personnel and believers, who knelt before him in worship. It failed to attract the attention of any important figures.
Well, it was not entirely true that he had attracted no important figures. Sigurd had noticed him, summoned Li Qinwu to the Inquisition's office building, and gave him a savage dressing-down.
"Are you insane? You actually dared to use Psychic Power in public!
Do you know that during yesterday's high-level meeting, someone proposed using a Restraining Field to contain you!
Don't think that because you can revive endlessly, the Imperium has no way to deal with you. The Imperium has plenty of