The White House in Washington
Countless heavily armed guards stood guard, their presence commanding respect.
Occasionally, well-dressed officials walked in and out of the imposing building.
In the President's office, senior military generals wore solemn expressions.
Every member of Congress was there.
President glanced around the room, then slowly picked up the prepared speech on the table.
Cameras were pointed at him from every angle. All major media outlets interrupted their programming to broadcast the event.
President stroked the edge of the desk and thought to himself, 'In a few minutes, I will no longer be the number one person in this country.'
His mind wandered briefly. This whole abdication was his own proposal. At first there was massive opposition from all sides, but he managed to overcome the objections.
As an official, he felt that there was nothing material he could offer Chu Mo to express his gratitude, so he had decided to offer him the presidential seat itself.
He was afraid that Chu Mo would refuse, but to his surprise, Chu Mo accepted.
Even though President was transitioning from president to vice president, he would still retain considerable power.
However, he couldn't help but wonder how much Chu Mo would interfere in the country's important affairs.
This abdication meant that the nation would undergo significant reforms.
The most controversial aspect? There had been no election.
The announcement was direct and unapologetic, and President knew the public would not take it well.
"My friends," President began his speech.
People across the country tuned in on TVs and cell phones.
Many suspected the announcement would involve financial troubles, as such broadcasts often did.
"The authorities will probably beg for more money again," one person joked.
"Yeah, Gotham took such a big hit - where would they get the money?" quipped another.
"Politicians are all liars," someone muttered.
Still, his administration isn't the worst," commented another reluctantly.
President went on, building to his main point.
Finally, he dropped the bombshell:
"I now announce that I am resigning from the presidency!"
The audience was stunned.
"He's resigning?"
"What's going on?"
"Can't take the pressure anymore?"
"Good riddance! I've been fed up with him for ages."
"Shortest tenure ever - less than a year!"
Laughter mixed with outrage, and social media erupted with speculation.
But President wasn't finished.
"Now I am declaring a new policy: the abolition of the Electoral College, replaced by a system of congressional nominations."
The announcement sent shock waves across the country.
"What? Cancel the elections? Replace them with recommendations?"
"Is he out of his mind?"
"We won't stand for this!"
"Protest! We must take to the streets!"
Many were angry, feeling that their democracy and freedom were under threat.
What the public didn't realize was that elections had always been a facade. Behind the scenes, endorsements had determined the outcome.
But President wasn't done.
"I now declare that Chu Mo will be the next president!"
The room fell silent as he said the name.
"Chu Mo?"
"Who is Chu Mo?"
"That sounds like a Chinese name! I protest!"
"Protest! Burn down the stores!"
Social media exploded with outrage.
But those in the know remained calm, giving president reassuring nods.
Armed forces were already on standby to deal with any violence in the streets.
"Are we ready?" President asked his assistant.
The assistant nodded and gave him an OK gesture.
"Let's invite our new president to speak!" Vice-president announced, stepping aside.
A voice rang out over the microphone, still live and broadcasting.
"I'm still speaking! I would have stopped earlier if I had known!"
The unexpected comment left viewers stunned.
"What does he mean, he doesn't want the job?"
"Who does he think he is?"
"He's already arrogant, and he hasn't even started!"
Some trolls eagerly prepared their insults, ready to unleash them as soon as the new president appeared.
Even some retired soldiers at home were checking their guns, thinking about taking a shot at this arrogant man.
Then Chu Mo appeared in front of the camera.
He was wearing a tailored suit with his hair neatly parted. He had a slim build, a handsome face, and a gentle demeanor that exuded confidence.
The sight of him stunned the onlookers.
"This is the man who saved Gotham yesterday!"
"Isn't he the one who destroyed that undead monster?"
"He stared down an alien invader and killed it with a single look!"
The trolls, ready to attack, were speechless.
Everyone watching was in awe.
Chu Mo coughed lightly and spoke.
"I only have one thing to say," he began, his voice calm.
"Don't care about life or death - just fight if you disagree."
With that, he walked away.
For a moment the room was silent.
"That's it?"
"We worked so hard to prepare for this, and he just says one sentence?"
"This was supposed to be the most important speech of his presidency!"
Congressmen and military generals looked at each other, their expressions sour.
Even Vice-president was taken aback.
"Master, you can't do this! At least say a few more words!" he thought.
Meanwhile, the audience was reeling.
"Did he really just say one sentence?"
"What does it even mean?"
Some struggled to interpret his words, but as the meaning sank in, reactions began to change.
"Good! The new president is bold!"
"Yes! That's the fearless spirit we need-the courage to stand up to anything!"
"I fully support him!"
"Support!"
The mood changed almost instantly.
Chu Mo's simple yet powerful words resonated deeply with a population weary of war and loss.
For many, he was a symbol of hope.
Online polls quickly reflected this shift, with support for Chu Mo skyrocketing.
Members of Congress were stunned as they watched the approval ratings rise.
Not a single voice of dissent emerged.
The popularity was such that it was impossible to ignore.
"That's enough for today! I want to go back now, Little Clark!"
Chu Mo gave a casual wave.
Vice-president wanted to stop him, but thought better of it. Instead, he pulled out some documents.
"Mr. President, these are the membership documents for your new team!"
"Who do you think would be the best candidates for these positions?"
Chu Mo didn't even look at them. He casually mentioned a few names:
"Lois, Nora, Clark Kent! You take care of the paperwork. I'm in a hurry to eat steak!"
Without waiting for an answer, Chu Mo disappeared.
Vice-president stood there, staring at the empty space where Chu Mo had been, feeling slightly embarrassed.
The new president was truly a power unto himself - someone who couldn't even be bothered to sign his own documents.
"Well, this is working! Even though I'm vice president now, my power hasn't diminished at all!"
This realization made Vice-president feel somewhat relieved.
At first, he'd been worried. What if Chu Mo fired the current team and replaced them with his own people? That might lead to blind orders and chaos, throwing the entire country into turmoil.
Fortunately, Chu Mo was not that kind of leader. He had only proposed three appointments.
Moreover, they had thoroughly vetted these three people countless times to make sure there were no problems.
One of them had even been the strongest superhero on Earth at one time, but that was in the past.
Now, Chu Mo was the strongest, not only on Earth, but in the entire universe.
Vice-president couldn't help but admire him.
In the Planet Building Office
Lois and Nora left, leaving Chu Mo alone. He looked at his wrist.
'71 hours, 43 minutes and 53 seconds to Helm's Underworld!'
It seemed that as his crossings increased, so did the intervals between them. If this trend continued, the time between his two worlds would gradually equalize.
"I wonder how Hela and the others are doing?" Chu Mo thought to himself.
Beneath the Boundless Sea
Arthur Curry, the Sea King, sat majestically on his throne.
To his right was a golden trident that glowed with power. In front of him stood countless sea creatures.
Their technology was highly advanced, the men were strikingly handsome, and the women were breathtakingly beautiful.
At this moment, all eyes were glued to the huge screen in front of them.
The footage of Chu Mo's battle against Doomsday was being played.
Arthur watched silently, his eyes flickering with a fierce fighting spirit.
"When did such a powerful individual appear on land?" he muttered.
The underwater world fell silent as his words echoed.
Suddenly, with a sharp movement, he grabbed Poseidon's trident.
A powerful aura emanated from him, forcing everyone below to kneel in awe.
This was their king. When he brandished the trident, it could only mean one thing: a battle was imminent.
"I will challenge him!" the Sea King declared, his gaze piercing the endless ocean waters.
In a Dark Alley
A man in a trench coat fired a shot, killing a demon with a precise head shot.
He turned his eyes to a nearby electronic screen and chuckled.
"This guy's really something!"
He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and flicked his fingers. A cigarette appeared in his mouth.
"Hiss!"
He took a long drag and exhaled with satisfaction.
"Constantine, stop smoking! You'll get lung cancer!" a boy next to him scolded.
Constantine scoffed and looked at the boy with disdain.
"Lung cancer? Please! I'm the most powerful exorcist in the world. I'm a blessing to all creatures. God wouldn't dare let me get sick!"
He looked up at the sky and smiled, his expression full of defiance.
"God? Satan? Give me a break!"
He stretched out his hand and raised his middle finger to the sky.
In the depths of hell
Lucifer fumed as he glared at his trembling demons.
"Bunch of useless fools! You can't even capture Constantine's soul!"
The demons knelt before him, trembling with fear.
Lucifer's fury was terrifying. Even though he was their father, he had endless ways to punish and torment them.
For years, Lucifer had coveted Constantine's soul, but every attempt to claim it had failed.
Meanwhile, Constantine lived his best life, seemingly untouchable.
Among the kneeling demons, one had a sudden flash of excitement in his eyes.
"The Spear of God? It's been found in the human world!"
The demon stifled his thoughts, praying that Lucifer hadn't noticed his reaction.
In Asgard's Palace
Hela stood confidently, one foot on the throne. Her gaze swept over the assembled gods with disdain.
"A bunch of weaklings! None of you are even worthy to wear my shoes!"
Heimdall, standing at the front, started to protest, but quickly bowed his head under her sharp gaze.
This woman was a force to be reckoned with. Odin himself had chosen her to be the ruler of Asgard.
When Odin brought her back, he had mysteriously disappeared, leaving Hela in charge.
In a matter of days, her power had grown exponentially. She was now half a step away from reaching the rank of Godfather.
It was only a matter of time before she reached it.
"This power... it was all given to me by that man," Hela murmured to herself.
A rare tenderness appeared in her eyes. "I miss him a little."
Deciding it was time to act, Hela entered Asgard's treasury.
Before her burned a yellow flame - the Eternal Flame. With a wave of her hand, the flame condensed in her palm.
Odin's warning echoed in her mind:
"Beware of Surtur. Ragnarok is coming."
Hela scoffed. Odin had grown timid in his old age.
The fire giant was only at the pinnacle of earthly rank. Why fear him?
With a powerful stomp, Hela opened a hidden passageway beneath the vault.
She descended a thousand feet and landed gracefully.
"Awake, my darlings!"
The Eternal Flame illuminated the vast underground chamber, revealing countless armored skeleton warriors lying in wait.