From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 462: Golden Hair: Starting with the Military

America, Washington D.C., the White House.

"How could a city like New York be handed over to someone like that? Are these voters out of their minds?"

"I merely hosted a single banquet, and they dare call it a waste of resources? When they embezzle military funds, why doesn't anyone call that a waste of resources?"

"And those bastards in Congress! It's just one proposal! Why hold it up for forty days without passing it? Go ahead, keep stirring the pot! You won't be satisfied until you've completely ruined this country!"

Golden Hair paced his office, venting his fury.

He had every right to be angry. Ever since he reclaimed his position and seized control of the legislative, judicial, and executive branches, he had effectively become the King of this grand old empire known as America.

Official statements were meant to praise him and declare absolute loyalty. When he spoke, everyone was supposed to stand and applaud. He was the Sun of North America, the savior of this nation—or at least, that was how he saw himself.

But the opposing party did not see it that way. From Nuland to Pelosi, from Luo City to New York, it seemed everyone was conspiring against him!

Whether it was the handling of the Supernatural Crisis or the maneuvers of partisan politicians, they constantly opposed his policies. They acted as if every decision he made was dragging the nation into a terrifying abyss.

Yet, he did not even have the time to deal with them. The core of this country was still a democratically elected Government. The votes of the Populace meant everything, and he could not afford to do anything that would damage his Core Support.He had to manage the dissenting voices across the regions, respond to public opinion, and placate a military that had gone unpaid for a month. More importantly, he needed to convince the entire nation that he, their Great Leader, was actively working and not just Being a Figurehead.

It was not just a matter of the people's livelihood, but also the management of Transcendent Beings, especially regarding Supernatural Calamities. Their half-dragon squads had already been deployed, parading as the Transcendent Power of The Federation.

Although those individuals were unstable and exceptionally arrogant, they still represented the official strength of the nation, projecting its formidable Power!

He had to do this. Otherwise, in another two years, the people of this country would only know the names of Angus Bennett, Heya Thomson, or even Carl in The South...

After all, with official backing, these Supernatural Factions had launched a massive campaign to Clean Up the Demons.

However, this purge was far from over. The Demons of Hell were no longer just mindlessly slaughtering; they had started studying the art of war.

They exploited the brutal partisan divides across America. The irreconcilable Class conflicts, ethnic tensions, racial Hatred, and gender opposition were only intensifying in this Era of the Extraordinary!

Especially after the Government shutdown, with wages withheld, banks aggressively demanding credit card payments, and the wealthy Class continuing to exploit the lower Class, the resulting conflict and resentment became the perfect catalyst for the expansion of Demonic power.

Pushed to the brink of survival, people no longer cared about anything else. Previously, they might have feared the Police, the military, or a Gun. But now, with News spreading of Demons slaughtering High-level Officials and Government leaders right in their own homes, the desperate masses had figured out their best option.

Rather than a paradise for the rich and a Hell for the poor, the entirety of America had devolved into a chaotic battleground for Demons!

After all, those unable to survive would choose the path of Demons. Meanwhile, guilty-conscienced billionaires, having witnessed their peers fall prey to Demonic attacks, chose to become Demons themselves to survive.

If being murdered meant Death anyway, but becoming a Demon offered a chance to live, wasn't that the better choice?

Countless Demons openly clashed across the land, driven by their desires and Hatred. Ironically, this allowed Supernatural Factions like The Church to thrive, establishing genuine authority as the protectors of ordinary people against the Demonic threat.

Naturally, this filled Golden Hair with immense disgust and apprehension. He had done all the dirty work, only for these factions to swoop in and play the heroes. How could he tolerate that?

Thus, he returned to the conference table, glaring at his gathered advisors, and muttered, "What are your thoughts on the situation in England? What should our next move be?"

Spread out before them were detailed Data reports on the recent, monumental Trial for the Throne—an event that had swept across the globe and whose aftershocks were still being felt.

From the initial nationwide curse, to the mass deaths of Nobles and High Officials, to the sudden appearance of Merlin and his address to the entire Commonwealth... all the way to the final manifestation of Lucifer, who delivered a stern warning to the Tuatha Dé Danann and the entire world...

Rather than a story, it was more like a bizarre Dreamscape. This dream had propelled a peasant girl to the throne and forced the Windsor family, who had ruled the British Empire for over a century, into a regretful abdication. This sent a chilling realization of shared vulnerability through Royal Families worldwide. Furthermore, the future described by Lucifer—the terrifying past spoken of by King Arthur that was about to descend upon their world—left many feeling exceptionally heavy-hearted.

They had every reason to be heavy-hearted. After all, the Windsor family could relocate to a new world to survive. That was a path Chosen by Heaven through the Tuatha Dé Danann. With nowhere else to go, their departure was relatively smooth.

But for the leaders sitting in this room, their foundations were entirely rooted in this land. They could not leave; they had to defend this nation.

At that moment, Professor Thomas spoke up first. "I consulted Cardinal Angus. He stated that The Church will live and die with The Faithful. They will protect this land!"

"Heya Thomson said the same," Baron's voice chimed in. "Āsathrú will not bow to the enemy. They will fight to the bitter end!"

However, these reassurances did not ease the expressions on the faces of Golden Hair, Qian Si, and the others. If anything, their looks grew even more conflicted.

"We are a nation, not some organization seeking asylum, nor are we some helpless Old Man. We are the world's foremost Major Power, a country that should be sheltering the world!" Secretary of State Luo voiced the exact thoughts of Golden Hair and the rest. "We need our own Supernatural Teams, our own Transcendent Power. That is the only critical factor that will keep us from falling under the influence of outside factions!"

Golden Hair nodded slightly. "Well said, Luo. We must possess that kind of Power ourselves, rather than holding out Expectation for someone else to save us!"

There was one thing he left unsaid: if they truly relied on these supernatural organizations for salvation, then in the future, who would hold more importance—him, or the Pope?

Titles and Power must never be delegated to others. They might not know the exact ancient proverb, but they certainly understood the principle behind it.

Hearing this, Gao, the acting director of the American Special Affairs Bureau, finally spoke. "During this trial, over a hundred thousand Irish Americans were chosen. Even with seventy thousand casualties, we still have thirty thousand supernatural seeds!"

"If the Great Leader truly wishes to build our own force, then I request a special funding allocation. We can select a batch of reliable patriots from these survivors and forge a supernatural military!"

Gao's tone remained incredibly composed as he continued. "Even England is establishing its own supernatural military, trained by the true Round Table Knights. We absolutely must keep pace and build our own forces!"

The expressions of the people in the room varied at his words, but Golden Hair suddenly leaped to his feet!

"Well said! Why are we facing such problems right now? At the end of the day, isn't it because we lack our own supernatural military?"

"If we had one, wouldn't we be able to handle these supernatural disasters ourselves and stop our people from suffering the agony of this Supernatural Crisis?"

The more Golden Hair spoke, the more convinced he became. He quickly added, "I will allocate an exclusive budget for you to help me build this military. Benchmark it against the forces in Great Britain. Build a supernatural army that belongs solely to us—an army that answers only to my orders, with my commands as its highest directive. Do you hear me?"

Golden Hair's undisguised ambition made many in the room frown. Not answering to the office of the Great Leader, but answering to him personally? What was he plotting?

Did he want to turn this entire nation into his personal dictatorship?

Oh, wait, it already seemed to be his personal dictatorship. Never mind, then.

The octogenarian Great Leader was still in robust health. He swept a cold, stern gaze over the crowd before him and declared indifferently, "I know what some of you are thinking, and I know your grievances against me! But in this country, I am the only one who truly knows what it needs!"

"And I am the only one who knows how to get it done! I will make this country great again—that is my promise. So get to work right now! Move it!"

At this moment, the elderly man looked like a true King, looking down upon his Realm!

'Only with an army can I claw that money back from their hands, rather than watching them become just another link in the chain of the ultra-wealthy!' he thought silently to himself.

Thanks to the Demons, many wealthy individuals had already been turned to dust. Unfortunately, he still couldn't lay his hands on their fortunes. He could only watch as Wall Street capitalists exploited their Government connections to continue embezzling those state assets.

"Things won't be like before, because the Transcendent has arrived!" Golden Hair murmured. The greatest difference between his current self and the man he used to be was that the old man who had originally wanted to give up and let things rot had been reinvigorated by Transcendent Power. He now possessed the unwavering resolve to reforge this nation!

A golden light flashed across his body. It was the radiance of Faith and Wish Power—only, the object of that devotion was himself!