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Chapter 352: Supre Armant (3)
"Culture… business?"
Tomiko, still lacking cosmic experience, could only take the words of this eccentric at face value.
And at least outwardly, it seed believable.
Whirrrr…!
The descending ship indeed looked like it belonged to those involved in cultural endeavors.
Its pristine white, cubic surface glead like fine porcelain, descending silently without engine noise.
One could almost say it exuded a certain elegance.
"It does seem to have a noble aura, doesn’t it?"
"Exactly, right?"
Tomiko’s observation made Yeongwoo smile brightly.
Then, he added a cryptic remark.
"I’ve always been curious about who they truly are."
"What do you an? Haven’t you t them before?"
"I have, but I’ve never seen their true form."
Every ti Yeongwoo had interacted with the Lemu, their signature cubic entities had represented them.
When they made advertising proposals, they sent interdiaries instead of showing themselves directly to sign the contracts.
But this ti was different.
Whoooooooosh…!
The ship descending from the sky was unmistakably a Lemu vessel.
This ant that the true form of the Lemu had to be inside.
"Lemuuuuu…!"
Yeongwoo spread his arms wide, welcoming the enduringly intertwined alien force, and the Lemu seed to respond in kind by sending a signal.
Baaaaaang!
Like many ships, it emitted a sound similar to a foghorn.
Then, the ship’s once-pristine white faces shifted to a pearly hue, radiating a gentle, glowing light.
Fwoooooosh!
Current ti: 8:49 PM.
The night was already pitch black, and with no grand events in progress, the Lemu ship was the only source of such dazzling light over Tokyo.
For those unfamiliar with the Lemu, their appearance was captivating beyond asure.
Psssssh!
As the Lemu’s ship reached a height of 50 ters above the ground, it released a mist-like substance from its base before coming to a halt.
It appeared they had no intention of descending further.
‘These guys are being extrely cautious. Well, considering this city is now practically under Dogo’s jurisdiction, it makes sense.’
Perhaps their earlier encounter with the chairman’s wrath on Earth made them wary.
‘Though if the chairman decided to intervene, their precautions would be aningless anyway. What’s the point of this hesitation?’
While musing over this, Yeongwoo tucked the sword he was holding back into his belt.
At that mont, the base of the Lemu ship began to split into a square opening.
"...Oh."
Yeongwoo widened his eyes.
He had expected them to send a hologram or sothing similar for their contact, not to physically open the ship.
Click!
With a locking sound, thin white pillars extended from the four corners of the ship’s underside.
Hsssssss!
“Huh?”
—…!
Caught off guard by this unexpected developnt, both Jiseon and Yeongwoo flinched.
The four pillars plunged deeply into the Tokyo ground.
Thud, thud!
Essentially, the massive cube ship had deployed legs to support itself.
“Wouldn’t it be fine just floating? Why bother installing those?”
Yeongwoo murmured to himself.
At that mont, a thin mbrane appeared between the four pillars extending from the ship.
Swish!
Completely transparent, the barrier allowed the ship’s underside to be fully visible, but the occasional shimr of its surface confird that sothing was blocking the way.
In other words, this was likely...
‘A protective shield?’
As Yeongwoo speculated internally, the ship’s underside began lowering a gray, square tal plate.
"Oh…"
Sensing sothing significant, Tomiko let out a sound.
Yeongwoo, anticipating that the Lemu would be present on the plate, moved closer to the barrier.
And sure enough...
Whirrrr…!
As the square plate descended to roughly 20 ters above the ground, a massive silhouette ca into view atop it.
"Wow, it’s huge!"
Tomiko, her pupils dilated, spoke to Yeongwoo.
The descending plate was a perfect square, each side spanning tens of ters.
But the entity standing atop it was so enormous that its silhouette was already visible.
“…Is this okay?”
Feeling a rising sense of danger, Tomiko asked Yeongwoo, but his expression betrayed no tension.
"Lemu used to sponsor Japan. They wouldn’t harm you without reason."
With that, Yeongwoo began removing his Vesedel armor.
Clank, clang!
The tallic armor encasing his body hit the ground with a loud clatter, causing Tomiko to scream and step back.
“What are you doing now?!”
"When Lemu promised support to Yuto, they requested the Naked War."
"S-so what?"
"It makes sense to receive the rewards of the war in the sa manner."
This implied that the Lemu would expect it.
Tomiko was already exasperated by the reasoning.
"You… You’re insane."
"If you’re not going to undress, step back. Don’t get caught on cara."
"Excuse ?"
"Being clothed here would be disgraceful."
The reward ceremony for the Naked War.
It was undoubtedly being fild, just like the war itself.
Thus, it was better for only the unclothed to appear on screen for the sake of marketability.
This way, the Lemu would gladly pay a hefty sum.
Having made up his mind to go all the way, Yeongwoo gestured for Tomiko to move aside.
"If you’re not going to undress, hurry and leave."
At this point, Jiseon turned to her son.
—What about ?
"Mother, since you’re already undressed, co closer."
Yeongwoo proudly invited his mother to the prestigious scene.
As the dragon-shaped Jiseon approached with heavy footsteps toward the direction of Lemu's ship, the gray tal plate finally descended in the heart of Tokyo.
Thooooom!
“Wow, these guys… they’re robots?”
Yeongwoo gaped, his mouth wide open.
The gray tal plate, spanning hundreds of square ters, was intricately etched with what appeared to be countless circuit patterns.
And at its center—
□ ……
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There sat a figure, unmistakably the master of “Lemu,” perched upon a throne forged of chanical components.
A cape woven from silver-white cables and armor with delicate circuits sprinkled across its surface adorned them.
The chanical body beneath, however, was composed of gray tal.
Its hands, also gray, bore rings that looked as if bolts had been partially lted and refashioned.
Standing roughly five ters tall, their presence was commanding.
‘…They look ridiculously powerful.’
Beside the throne stood two giant war machines, each at least ten ters tall.
Yet, they didn’t feel like bodyguards.
The figure’s aura was far too overwhelming for that.
‘No wonder they dared to challenge our chairman.’
Yeongwoo, who had envisioned so rich space tycoon, was stunned by the sheer majesty of Lemu, a presence far beyond his imagination.
Then again, isn’t wealth equivalent to power in space?
“……”
As Yeongwoo, still stark naked, stared at his opponent beyond the transparent protective barrier, the figure on the throne lifted their right hand from the armrest.
□ Jeong Yeongwoo07. Your reputation has reached the very summit of the Machine Tower. It is a pleasure to et you.
“……!”
□ I am the Seeker, the Master of the Machine Tower, and the Architect, Lemu.
‘Not the Lustful King Lemu, but Architect Lemu?’
Of course, most prominent figures across the universe loved to use the title of “king.”
Chairman Dogo, the King of Destruction, did so, and Mara referred to himself as the King of Ten Thousand Demons.
But Lemu’s title wasn’t “king”—it was “Architect.”
What exactly did they design, then?
Since they had introduced themselves, Yeongwoo also bent at the waist in a polite bow.
“I am Jeong Yeongwoo07, a human from Earth and the Mayor of tal Seoul.”
Originally, he would have added “Dogo Special City,” but considering his audience, he tactfully left it out.
“It is an honor to et you in this manner. May I address you as Chairman Lemu?”
When Yeongwoo cautiously inquired, Lemu moved their chanical facial muscles to form a smile.
□ Titles are rely formalities. Call whatever you find comfortable.
At this, Yeongwoo placed a hand on the hilt of his dagger and said abruptly,
“Hey, Lemu!”
□ ……!
“…You’d be shocked if I called you that, wouldn’t you?”
Yeongwoo caught a fleeting mont where Lemu’s expression stiffened, his eyes glinting mischievously.
“In that case, I’ll call you President Lemu.”
As Yeongwoo suddenly shifted from “Chairman” to “President,” it was Lemu who posed a question in turn.
□ May I ask why?
“For , there’s only one Chairman.”
□ Dogo.
“If it’s all right with you, I’ll reserve the title Chairman for him.”
□ Chairman Dogo may not be a great businessman, but he is an exceptional warrior.
Was this a chanical diss?
Yeongwoo mulled over the curious remark as he glanced up at the sky.
It seed the Chairman wasn’t planning to make an appearance today.
Then again, he was probably busy working himself to the bone to prepare tomorrow’s wedding gift.
From what Yeongwoo knew, Dogo had so many business ventures that his company rarely had much liquid cash on hand.
In contrast, from their first eting, Lemu had tried to win through sheer wealth.
‘Maybe the President is right. The Chairman might be an exceptional warrior but not necessarily a great businessman.’
Everything was relative, after all.
At least compared to Dogo, Lemu was clearly the better businessman.
Even now, Lemu’s attitude showed as much.
Weren’t they addressing soone of significantly lesser stature with the utmost courtesy?
“That aside, President, what brings you to this humble place today…”
As Yeongwoo began to broach the subject of the promised paynt, Lemu waved their right hand knowingly.
□ There is no need to embellish your words with .
At that mont, the circuits embedded in the floor lit up in a radiant blue, and just behind the protective barrier, a white chanical device erged.
“Ohhh…”
As expected, the tal plate beneath Lemu’s feet wasn’t ordinary.
Within its domain, Lemu was practically omnipotent.
‘So that’s why the protective barrier is here? In case the Chairman shows up to start a fight?’
A reasonable suspicion.
But business ca first. Yeongwoo turned his gaze to the device rising from the ground.
Lemu, gesturing as if to say “go ahead,” tilted their palm upward.
□ Within it are the promised support items and the special privileges of the Machine Tower originally ant for Mr. Yuto.
“The special privileges of the Machine Tower?”
Genuinely curious, Yeongwoo asked, and Lemu leaned forward from the throne to answer.
□ All resources of the Machine Tower are devoted to studying the Akashic Records.
“What… what did you say?”
The Akashic Records.
A kind of record-book revered as godlike among the denizens of the universe.
According to what Yeongwoo had heard, the Akashic Records contained everything that happened in the universe.
“Are you saying the Machine Tower’s special privilege has to do with the Akashic Records?”
□ While no one can access the Akashic Records directly, with sufficient resources, it can be observed. Therefore…
President Lemu made the most significant movent they had since arriving on Earth.
Clap!
Their palms struck together, creating a resounding clap.
The top of the device that had risen before Yeongwoo opened, revealing two massive icons.
The left icon resembled a Karma Coin, likely representing the promised funds.
The right icon was shaped like an eye.
“Wait, don’t tell …”
□ The Akashic Records holds all of ti: the past, the present, and the future.
“……!”
□ Yuto sought to glimpse the future. Jeong Yeongwoo07, do you wish for it as well?
‘What the… is this guy so kind of universal fortune-teller?’
Caught off guard by the unexpected privilege, Yeongwoo gaped, though his tongue was already forming words.
“The… the future. If I really can see it, I must.”
At his response, the eye icon disappeared, replaced by three words.
□ As a gift for this eting, I will grant you a glimpse of the future. Choose one of these three fragnts.
[Family]
[Infamy]
[Spouse]
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