As the temporary president, I know I must swiftly enact laws that will propel humanity towards a brighter future before the election. With memories of the future, I am privy to the impact of each law, especially in aiding the rise of superhumans to control all the beast’s rampage.Three months have passed since our last meeting at the academy, where we discussed the profitability of hunting beasts. The sudden surge in superhumans hunting these creatures led to an abundance of beast meat. This, however, turned into a boon as demand grew, with more people wanting to consume the meat to gain superhuman abilities. Rich and middle class family already use that meet for daily consumption.The economy found its balance as superhumans, flush with cash from their conquests, invested in more advanced weapons. This made hunting easier, causing the beast population to decline and further inflating their wealth. I believe it's essential for the superhumans' money to circulate to keep the economy b

“Priest!” I call out to the man draped in black. “Come here, I will reveal the secret to you.”The priest nods and steps closer, after I tell him, his face contorting in shock. “This is the secret?” With a snap of my fingers, the demon captain succumbs to slumber. I hoist the monk up to the wall and swap him with the priest to the field.The priest looking at the sleeping Demon captain, remembering how he almost die on his hand, his eyes wide with hesitation, takes a deep breath. “Oh, my Lord, grant me strength and peace.” Suddenly, the Demon Captain awakens, seething with rage. He advances towards the priest, who, in a state of surrender, cries out, “Oh God!” Then, with a surprising burst of courage, he strikes the demon captain's head, sending the creature tumbling to the ground. This scene throws everyone into confusion, especially the other 20 superhumans. The fearsome demon captain, who could single-handedly obliterate 20 superhumans, is now being toyed with like a mere child.

I have already confirmed my place at the renowned Royal King Academy, and there are still two months remaining until the opening ceremony for new students.Meanwhile, I immerse myself in calculations, trading, and guiding the Kingsley family back to prosperity. This esteemed lineage, which declined a century ago, depended on government automatic problem-solving, providing low-interest, low-profit ventures, barely getting by day after day.Now, with the reins in my hands, I aim for the apex of profit, especially with foreknowledge of the next five years' events in Babel, including emerging diseases and breakthrough medications.I understand that accumulating wealth is crucial to becoming the king, gaining support from other nobles, and for various other reasons.Before I know it, two months have vanished, and it's time for me to make my grand entrance at the Academy.The Kingsley family estate is situated distant from Babel's capital, Babilon, necessitating a 16-hour flight to reach th

There are a lot of people you can mock, but you choose me to be mocked, the pettiest of all the people here.Observing the only handle sword of the three-starred noble and Livia's sword, still long and shining, I start yelling."What a great shame for a three-star noble to lose to a poor one-star noble. It's so painful to see. If I were the three-star noble, I'd hide in a hole, unable to show my face to others," I say mockingly.The three-star noble in the arena, his body shaking, is unable to make a move. Livia's face turns serious, ready to strike him down."Oh, I'm so frightening, my body trembling. What a disgrace, a three-star losing to a one-star. I'm going to live in shame for my entire life," I continue to mocking him.The three-star noble, once proud, now tremble, his ego shatter by soon public defeat.“I even lost to a woman. As a man, I should just go die. For I am born useless, a three-star useless noble. What a disease, a pollution to the air. Starting today, people will

On that night, I visited a bar linked to a gambling den. The air was chilly from the air conditioner, mingling with the sweet scent of alcohol, the haze of smoke, and the murmurs of people filling the atmosphere.I walked to the blackjack table and sat there; among all the games in this den, I had playing virtually.“See there, what’s a poor guy doing here?” one of the players sneered, eyeing my modest attire.“I came to win,” I overheard him talking to his friend and couldn't resist replying, “Not like you're here to give away your money, loser.”He looked at me and laughed, “Care to play a game with us?”“That’s what I’m here for,” I smirked, brimming with confidence.In this gambling game, robots ensure fairness, but there’s always a pattern to their programming.I’ve spent enough time here to learn it. Plus, I have a unique ability to see far and beyond, allowing me to spot even the concealed cards.As the game began, about eight players, including myself, exchanged serious glance