Ch.260[Chapter 260] Bold Answer

“Why are you silent?”

Sir Dominic pressed the Unborn President.

“Well, I can’t think of an appropriate response.”

The President waved his hand as if asking for a moment, fell into thought, and then said:

“I understand that ‘Whoa’ is already out of fashion. But I’m not sure if ‘dunno?’ is trending now.”

“Is that important?”

“It is important. One misstep and the timeline gets all tangled up.”

Well, if it gets tangled, I can just go back and fix it. The President smiled broadly and put his hands to his mouth like a trumpet.

“Anyway, the answer to your question is no.”

“To be more precise, we didn’t hurt Sir Dominic, but rather waited for when something unusual happened to Sir Dominic.”

“Yes. Using the excuse of returning to active duty at the same time.”

The President’s three voices each offered their own response.

The voices seemed slightly excited, somehow appearing interested in Sir Dominic’s reaction.

They seemed to expect Sir Dominic to call them liars or deny the situation.

“That’s fine then.”

But contrary to the President’s perverse expectations, Sir Dominic accepted and moved past this matter.

The President looked blank for a moment before asking Sir Dominic:

“Is that really it?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t you think I might be lying?”

“You’re the President. You must understand the weight of your own words.”

Sir Dominic replied as if finding the President’s questioning strange.

“You’re not lying to me, are you?”

“No, of course not. Absolutely not.”

“Then what more do I need to ask? Your single statement that it wasn’t your doing is answer enough.”

At those words, the President took a glass full of whiskey, sat in a chair by the window, and sighed.

“You’re no fun.”

The President rested his arm on the table in front of the window and sipped his whiskey, using the city’s night view as a side dish.

“By the way, why did you call me here?”

Sir Dominic repeated his earlier question.

Of course, the meaning behind it was different.

“You didn’t call me just for such trivial jokes, did you?”

“…That’s true.”

The President twirled the whiskey glass in his hand a couple of times.

The amber liquid, sparkling like melted jewels, flowed down the surface of the glass.

“Alright. Let’s get to the point.”

The President drained the remaining alcohol in his glass and stood up.

“I called you here because of this upcoming update.”

Sir Dominic looked at the President with questioning eyes.

His expression asked what connection there could possibly be between the update and meeting with him.

“Don’t look at me like that. I was just about to explain.”

The President clapped three times.

As if something amazing was about to appear.

Sir Dominic tensed at the President’s behavior.

What is he trying to do?

Will a butler appear? Or will a beam projector turn on?

Perhaps some augmented reality thing will pop up?

However, Sir Dominic’s expectations were completely off the mark.

After clapping three times, the President simply pulled out a few sheets of paper from inside his coat.

“This is a list of malicious works that have SF tags but only contain about half a teaspoon of actual SF elements.”

The President pointed to the top line with a serious expression.

There was written New Te-

“Just kidding. I’ve always wanted to make that joke, and the timing seemed right.”

The President chuckled and turned the page.

On the turned page was written in large letters: [6-tier, or Breakthrough?]

Sir Dominic noticed there was smaller text below.

He slowly read the text that said [Becoming 6-tier might make things moderately better or extremely better], but realized that was just another of the President’s jokes.

“Don’t read the bottom part. The top is what’s important.”

He’s senile, please understand, said the young voice.

The President belatedly informed him that the lower part contained nothing of importance and began his explanation.

“Currently, GachaLand goes up to 5-tier. There used to be a level system too, but it disappeared at some point. The stat inflation was getting too excessive and making things less fun.”

“Sir Dominic, who has barely progressed through Story Mode, might not know this, but Story Mode is continuously being updated. Of course, what you can access depends on your tier.”

“Here’s where the problem arises. Those who have already reached 5-tier have completed all of Story Mode, while more and more people are climbing up from below. For those who’ve been sprinting through, this is very frustrating.”

The President made several comments before finally saying in unison:

“Simply put, we’re expanding the tier system for the veterans.”

Sir Dominic nodded as if he understood, but he still had many questions.

The President kept deflecting Sir Dominic’s questions without providing proper answers.

“So, what does that have to do with seeing me?”

The corners of Sir Dominic’s mouth turned upward.

It was his habit to smile when things got difficult or irritating.

“…Alright. I’ll get straight to the point.”

The President glanced at Sir Dominic.

In truth, the President had become too excited at having someone to talk to regardless of position after such a long time, making him overly talkative.

But seeing Sir Dominic’s reaction, the President realized he’d gone too far and got straight to the point.

“Would you like to become 6-tier?”

“…? What do you mean?”

The President spoke to Sir Dominic as if it were nothing, but the weight of his words was anything but light.

“By what qualification would I, a mere 3-tier, become 6-tier? Am I misunderstanding? Are you telling me to reach 5-tier as quickly as possible and then challenge 6-tier?”

Sir Dominic fired off questions rapidly, as if asking the President to explain further.

But the President just stared at Sir Dominic without moving a finger.

“I meant exactly what I said. Would you like to become 6-tier?”

The President repeated his offer as if confirming Sir Dominic’s words.

“…I don’t understand.”

Sir Dominic’s mind instantly became complicated by the President’s words.

His thoughts wouldn’t organize themselves, and his confused mind only became more tangled.

Sighing deeply, Sir Dominic realized he couldn’t reach a conclusion on his own and asked the President:

“Why are you making me this offer?”

At Sir Dominic’s words, the President raised his glass, which had somehow been refilled.

“As I said earlier, I’m your fan. A capable and wealthy fan who can help you achieve everything. Naturally, from a fan’s perspective, I want to pour everything I have into ensuring my star’s success. Isn’t that obvious?”

The President shrugged as if it were self-evident.

“You’re the star, and I’m the fan. A fan who can elevate you to the highest position.”

“This is a burdensome proposal, but it also means I believe in you that much.”

“If you want, you can become GachaLand’s headline star.”

The President’s voice, split into multiple strands, whispered to Sir Dominic.

“With just one word, you can immediately become 6-tier. You can rise to the highest position in this GachaLand, just as you wish.”

Sir Dominic briefly considered those sweet whispers.

But his consideration wasn’t about whether to accept or reject the offer.

“Then what’s the price?”

Sir Dominic lowered his left hand slightly, trying to gauge the President’s intentions.

“Price? That’s a very trivial matter.”

“Why would a fan’s tribute need a price?”

“Just sign this for me.”

Sir Dominic looked at the white paper the President handed him.

And in that instant, he raised his lowered left hand, grabbed the sword at his waist in reverse grip, and swung it toward the President.

The paper in the President’s hand split and burst into flames.

This was what Sir Dominic had been considering all along.

When to attack.

“…What are you doing?”

“You’re not the real ‘Unborn President.'”

“What are you talk-“

The President erupted in anger at Sir Dominic’s words, but Sir Dominic’s sword was faster than his words.

Sir Dominic’s blade reached the President’s neck before he could finish speaking.

At that moment, the world suddenly began to shatter.

“Ah, I’ve been found out.”

The one who had been the President sighed deeply.

“I thought this was perfect.”

The former President began stomping on the shattered dimensional fragments like glass, throwing a tantrum.

“How did you know?”

“The analysis was perfect!”

“We cross-verified so many times.”

Sir Dominic looked through the falling dimensional fragments at what had been the President.

More precisely, what had been disguised as the President.

“Tell me. How did you figure it out?”

It was them—the ones who had attacked Feralant.

Demons.