"This is the final struggle; we must unite and move forward hand in hand. Ladies and gentlen, I assure you that after the new world, there will be a world where everyone can eat well, everyone can be educated, and everyone can live according to their desires!"
"No one is born a God or destined to stand on high. This is true for both you and ! That Squid who was born in privilege and claims to be God has been raising you for millions. Are you really willing to be dogs for eternity?"
"No, we’re not willing!"
"Very well, I’ve heard your voices. I assure you, in the new world’s future, everyone will live under the blue sky together. You will only need to work six days, eight hours a day, followed by an eight-day festival called ’Sunday’!"
"This is my promise. Each of you will have your own future and dreams, rather than struggling to survive. With just six days of work, you will enjoy a continuous eight-day Sunday. This peaceful idle holiday is your true belonging."
"Don’t worry about whether you can eat with shorter working hours. I promise, the new century will be a world of extre material abundance. Only working six days every fourteen days will be enough for one worker to support a family of four and more."
"You are people, living people, not livestock reared in pigsties. During these continuous eight days of peaceful Sundays, you can use your work earnings to relax, have fun, or pursue your dreams."
"This is the beautiful future, the eight continuous days of Sunday given to you by God!"
"Hooray!"
"Hooray! Hooray!"
"God, we love you, we love you!"
Countless people began to boil over. Even though most of them were from the lower underclass, living unsatisfactorily, they made up the world’s majority. They accounted for over 95% of the total population but held less than 10% of the resources.
"Ladies and gentlen, we will not fail. This war has only two outcos, victory or death, but death is not for us! Only victory awaits us; win it all, take back our world, reclaim our reproductive rights, retrieve our eight-day Sunday and the shared beautiful life of sunshine and blue heavens!"
"Victory!" Xue Dili raised his right hand high.
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
"Victory!" over 95% raised their right hands high.
Support rate 50.8%!
Support rate 50.9%!
Xue Dili understood that he was never aiming to gain everyone’s support; he just needed to secure the support of the greatest common denominator, whether it was the royal Prince or the lowliest old beggar in the street. To the power of the world, they were all the sa!
So he only needed to gain the support of this 95% to be sufficient.
Just like the Third Empire’s rise, the birth of Xue Dili, and the winning of the presidential election by the "wise king," they didn’t need to gain everyone’s support, just the most substantial group of supporters!
At this mont, the Squid elder painfully gazed at the fruit within close reach.
ters... 10 ters!
It’s done, it’s about to be done!
Only this last dam to cross; as long as I can get here, as long as I can grasp the fruit, it’s done, it’s done! I’ve achieved the Ninth Apostle’s status, I’ve ascended to God!
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