The Regressor Only Protects Me Chapter 64

#Episode 64. The New Monarch (2)

A bizarre and cheerful laughter like that of a witch rang out.

Zion frowned and looked up at the sky.

A woman with a familiar face appeared in the sky.

“Ah… … Finally, we met! I’ve waited for so long!”

The space between the heavens opened up, and out of it came a woman with her angels.

Blindfolded, manager.

It was K.

The crowd facing the manager was all silent.

She looked at Zion and smiled and said.

“It’s been a while, Mr. Zion. I really missed you.”

* * *

“I actually expected it would take at least a year for you to ascend to the throne again, but as expected, Sion-ssi. It only took about half a year. That’s an incredible number. You can be proud!”

I didn’t answer and just glared at the guy.

K looked around the crowd in the air and then came towards me.

The crowd was silent as one.

None of the citizens questioned the administrator’s abilities or role.

As the second round progresses, the majority of the citizens will know what their situation is.

And the fact that K has reappeared before us means that another huge change is about to happen.

“Unless you are the lord of the streets or mountains, it is rare for a leader from a building to become a lord again. That is because the starting point is different. … … But still, Mr. Zion!”

K shouted with great excitement.

“I knew you could do it, Mr. Sion. You’re really amazing, Mr. Sion. You’ve finally reached the throne. This is a result that far exceeded everyone’s expectations. In half a year.”

“… … .”

Everyone.

Who on earth is everyone he’s talking about?

No one expected that I would rise to the position of monarch within a year inside this police station.

Then there must be another group of their own.

Or, it could be a space for communication only for the managers who manage the league.

Boom, boom-!

Then, the baby angels set off firecrackers.

It was a congratulatory message.

But no one applauded or cheered.

The crowd that had been cheering the execution of the chief just moments ago fell silent at the appearance of the manager.

Administrator of the system.

They are the messengers of God who pushed us all into this hell.

Now there was no one to welcome her, no one to like her.

But K didn’t show it.

“However, in order to become a monarch, you must go through the final step. That is the re-election vote. It’s simple. How much support can the leader reset by the system lead to from the citizens? That’s it. Fundamentally, a coup d’état is against the system. It’s something that shouldn’t be done. However, the system is giving Mr. Sion a chance. The support rate that the system requires of Mr. Sion is over 90%.”

“what?”

Frowned.

90%

It’s an absurdly high requirement.

It was an unreasonable demand to get 90% support, let alone a majority, in the voting.

Only in a dictatorship where people’s trials run rampant can one receive 90% support.

K came down to the ground and whispered so only I could hear.

“I know. I know. Ninety percent is a crazy number. I tried to stop it, but ‘they’ wouldn’t let it happen. ‘Them’ want you to be special. They want you to be the best player they can be, so that they can satisfy their selfish desires, beyond comparison to others. So… … they want dramatic change, dramatic results. They want exciting events.”

Swish-.

K’s hand moved to the other side, caressing my shoulder strangely.

I asked her about that.

“What if I don’t get 90%?”

“… … .”

K walked towards the crowd with his luggage on his back and looked back at me.

And answered.

“I can’t tell you due to regulations.”

I spoke to K with some emotion in my voice.

“… … Don’t make me laugh. A 90% approval rating? That’s impossible. It’s sloppy. Your gods are sloppy and arbitrary.”

Then K shook his head and came towards me.

“No. No. Sloppy? Arbitrary? No. No. Not at all. Mr. Sion. Let’s think about it this way.”

Bam.

K slowly approached me and placed his finger on my left breast.

The height difference between her and me was obvious.

K was much taller than me.

That’s why I had to look up at her.

“Have you ever thought about the rights of ants? Have you ever stood up for their rights? No, you are a kind of germ. A bad space germ at that.”

“what?”

Frowned.

K continued speaking without caring about my feelings.

“To ‘them,’ you are smaller than those ants, and more insignificant than germs. That’s why you dress up for your own interests. You express to ‘them’ that I am here, that you want them to pay attention to me. And the way you express it is through cruelty and slaughter, and your extraordinary stories. To put it nicely, I am… … your coordinator. You are the star on stage.”

Then, K came over to my ear so that no one could hear and finished the story by whispering.

“Trust me. From today on, I will make you the greatest star.”

“… … .”

K turned away from my face again.

Then he turned around, spread his arms, and shouted to the crowd.

The crowd was still looking at us from above the guillotine.

“Now! It’s your turn to choose! There is only one candidate. It’s none other than Kang Shion, who is sitting here! The voting method is simple. You will have 60 seconds to vote. If you recognize Kang Shion as the new first power monarch of Manan, then your right hand! No. If you would rather have someone else take the role, then your left hand! By the way, if Kang Shion doesn’t become the monarch, you will not be eliminated from the league! Please vote comfortably without worrying.”

As soon as K finished speaking.

Tiring-!

A giant timer floated into the air.

It was pointing to exactly 60 seconds.

match!

K applauded.

“Let’s get started. Voting.”

“Crap, cradle, cradle! Let’s get started! You idiots!”

“Knock knock knock! Let’s get started! You idiots!”

The baby angels twirled in the air, livening up the atmosphere at the polling place.

Voting has begun.

I looked around at the crowd.

10 seconds, 20 seconds, 30 seconds, 40 seconds… … .

Until then, not a single person in the crowd had raised a hand.

But soon, surprising results unfolded.

* * *

I don’t show my emotions through facial expressions.

Expressing your emotions ultimately means revealing your true feelings to others.

But the sight that unfolded before my eyes was so surprising that even I couldn’t help but be surprised.

One by one, the crowd began to raise their hands.

Hundreds of people surrounded me.

Everyone in the crowd raised their hands.

Men, women, children, the elderly, and those suffering from injuries.

Everyone, without exception, raised their right hand.

Voting time has ended.

K, who was looking at the sight, exclaimed in admiration.

“Poohaha… …! Oh, this is an amazing result. This is truly an amazing result! Even if it is a small group of less than a thousand people, how can they get such a high approval rating? Haha. Hahaha! As expected, Mr. Sion. You are amazing.”

Notification windows appeared one after another along with K’s broad smile.

[Voting has ended.]

[Total of 851 voters.]

[851 in favor / – against]

[The 5,578th monarch was born in Manan-gu.]

[I declare.]

[As of now, the monarch of the first force of Manan is Kang Shion.]

100% approval rating.

They all looked at me and raised their right hands.

They didn’t discuss it with each other.

There wasn’t even a whisper.

It was an amazing result, created by everyone’s own will.

K shouted.

“Everyone! At this very moment! The new monarch of the first power of Manan has been born! Rejoice! Cheer! This is our new monarch!”

Bam bam bam-! Boom bang bang!

The baby angels blew fanfares and set off firecrackers again.

The sky began to fill with colorful lights from the fireworks.

The fireworks were more brilliant than ever, celebrating my becoming the monarch.

And at that moment, countless status windows began to pop up in front of me.

In Round 1, it was a system window given only to the monarchs that had seen it.

[The First Power of Manan: Kang Sion]

[Capital: Manan-gu Manan Police Station]

[resources

●Cities owned: 1

●Number of citizens: 851 (541 injured / 503 slightly injured, 38 seriously injured)

●Number of players: 1, S-class (1)

●Ranking within residence: 1st place

●Food: 35 days (+3)

●Water: 12 days (+4)

●Support rating: 100%

●Power:

103 troops / Special Forces (48 people), Undecided Volunteer Force (55 people)

135 weapons / F-class (87), E-class (47), A-class (1)]

The monarch’s status window, framed in gold.

It was more ornate and larger than any status window I had ever seen.

When you move your finger from top to bottom, the scrolling continues naturally.

Each detail could be examined in detail.

Citizen count, players, food, water, and even strategy.

In addition to the simplified figures, all the details were provided.

As round 2 began, I could no longer see the status window.

Because he was not qualified to be a monarch.

All there is is an inventory, a small notification window, and public notices.

But now I realize that it was only a very small part of the system.

As the second round progressed, I forgot.

Perhaps because I was so focused on taking over the police force, I couldn’t help but forget about it.

This is the league.

It is a game of the gods in which rounds are played under established rules and settings.

This means that it is not a simple disaster.

K is right.

They see us as less than ants, not as individuals.

Quests, status window, notification window, rounds.

All of this is just a system designed for their amusement.

And the overwhelming number of ‘Monarch-only status windows’ now before me made me realize that what I had seen before was just the tip of the iceberg.

‘… … Now I understand why the chief saw through my plan.’

I looked back at the crowd.

Above the heads of all the crowd, the state of the individual was visible.

Name, status, occupation, gender.

Personnel designated as workers are marked as ‘workers’.

Personnel designated as special forces are marked with the word ‘special forces’.

And ordinary people who had no occupation had a ‘citizen’ sign.

Gender and name are means of distinguishing a person.

The condition, extent of injury, and emotional state were briefly described.

That wasn’t all.

A detailed map of the forces I currently control was all displayed in the status window.

Moreover, the map showed signs of the general crowd, signs of bridges connecting rooftops, and even the ogres that had been captured on First Avenue.

Information about the restarted boiler was also provided, along with detailed materials for restarting it.

Again, he took out the military dagger he had in his bosom.

●

Military Dagger (+0)(Combination)

Rank: E

Attack Power: 20

Durability: 5

Special effects: x

It’s starting to show now.

Human emotions, names, occupations.

The tool’s characteristics, attack power, and durability.

And even a map of the police station that is clearly visible, as if filmed by a drone.

It’s like… … .

“God… … is it the same?”

I looked back at K from the status window, still holding the dagger.

K smiled and spoke to me.

Yes, as she said, it was truly the power of God.

Just by looking at it, it was a being that could know all the information.

That was the kind of being that a monarch chosen by God was.

“There are other powers as well. You can use artifacts, and you can update the abilities of the monarch. Those are abilities you have to figure out for yourself.”

He put the dagger back in.

Naturally, the status window disappeared.

“In the case of items that have been completed once, the recipe is shared in the inventory and remembered. Boiler, Ogre Capture Method. This item represents the results of your achievements. So, making the next boiler should be easy, right? Since the recipe has already been created like this.”

K said of the three recipe scrolls I had in my inventory.

One was ‘Apocalypse Boiler Crafting Recipe’, the other items were ‘How to Tame an Ogre’ and ‘Rooftop Bridge’.

This was an information resource.

Not just material resources.

“All the results you have achieved are stored in this system. And this is truly an incredible achievement. Didn’t you know? The other monarchs will start to react… …? Would you like to take a look?”

I looked back at K, checking the status window.

K started fiddling with something in his status window, then quickly sent something to me.

[Connect to the Monarch Trading Market.]

[The first king of Manan has entered the trading market.]

[There are registered products. Would you like to check them?]

Trading? Commodities?

“Let’s see… … First, Chief of Police, that piglet put your achievements on the trading market? Let’s put it up for free auction… … Do this… … Do that… … ? Done!”

[The product is listed on the market.]

[Recall auction progress for boiler, ogre taming, and rooftop bridge.]

“Check it out, Mr. Zion. How great you are. How valuable are the results you have achieved so far. This is the result.”

With K’s voice, within minutes my notification window started to practically explode.

I couldn’t help but be surprised.

(Continued in the next episode)