Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 393 - 373: Hyperion Feels Like Having a Brain Hemorrhage_1

Seemingly sensing the audience’s thoughts.

"Why does what you say sound so presidential? I know there’s been talk on Herram Broadcasting Company today about whether or not you’ll run for president next year..."

With an eyebrow raised and a hint of a smile, Leila cut Lanci off.

"Are you going to run for president?"

She asked with interest.

The sudden question hung in the air, making all the audience hold their breath.

In Lanci’s hands, the Cat boss, pretending to be an ordinary cat, was almost startled to jump up!

If Lanci really became the President of the Protoss Empire, it wouldn’t dare to face Xiu Bao in its lifetime!

It had gradually become numb to Lanci being a principal, a saint heir, a governor.

But becoming president, top dog in the empire, the Cat boss couldn’t handle that!

Faced with this question, somewhere between a joke and a serious inquiry.

Lanci hesitated for a second, a flicker of contemplation flashing in his emerald green eyes.

"Probably not, but I’m indeed tired of the Protoss being deceived by people."

He spoke, his voice firm, yet with an unconcealed undertone of helplessness.

"Why don’t you want to run?"

Leila asked once more.

"I just don’t feel like running for president. I love what I’m doing right now. I really do."

Lanci explained.

"So, if you were any more ambitious... there wouldn’t be a woman in the world who could keep up with you, right? You still want to spare some time for those around you, don’t you?"

Leila’s words drew laughter from the audience.

Lanci also revealing a small, knowing smile.

The laughter didn’t last long, quickly fading away like a gentle wave lapping at the shore, leaving no trace, just a soft echo.

With a gleeful smile, Lanci answered,

"I’m not thinking about further public office right now, but I wouldn’t completely rule it out. If I believed the nation was heading in the wrong direction, I might consider running."

Each of his responses was now causing a subtle stir among the audience.

Some nodded, others seemed fervent, looking back at Rocky McCarthy’s previous speeches and pondering the implications they held for their lives and their nation.

The heated interview continued.

"My sister, you’re indeed thinking about him too much."

Michela sighed, indeed love can make one blind,

"Wait, I think I can hear the voice you’re talking about too."

Michela suddenly realized that there seemed to indeed be a male voice echoing around the business district, originating from the edge of the distant plaza.

"No way..."

Upon hearing this, Hyperion’s expression instantly turned tense.

Her heartbeat quickened with her footsteps, as she walked towards the plaza in the direction of the voice, with Michela following behind.

"There shouldn’t be a problem, I probably heard wrongly, or maybe it was..."

Hyperion kept mumbling to herself, as if praying to Lady Goddess. Lanci couldn’t have done something too bizarre in the Protoss Empire, and he should have properly understood what she had said before.

No matter what happened,

She had to stay calm and composed.

Until Hyperion turned a corner and arrived at the open central plaza of the shopping district.

All the screens in the surrounding sky were displaying the same image. At that moment, that voice seemed to be enveloping the Crystal Sea Coast.

Michela abruptly stopped, stupefied, as she watched her sister who seemed frozen in place.

Her usually elegant sister stood gaping at the giant outdoor screen, her pupils trembling, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Michela could only look again at the screen.

She saw a young man with green eyes and brown hair, dressed in a purple suit, talking to the national-level host Leola on the screen furthest away.

"You say, although you have no intention of running, you believe you can win."

The host asked curiously.

The young man didn’t rush to answer, but let his silence hang in the air for a few seconds. This seemed to show respect to her question, and also a chance to gather his thoughts.

He tilted his shoulder slightly, gave a small smile, looked straight at Leola, then turned to the audience, as if inviting everyone into his world of thoughts.

"Actually, I’m not too sure either, but I feel like I can win. Let me tell you, there have been very few failures in my life."

He began to speak, his voice full of confidence and calmness,

"If I had to run for president, I think I have a better chance of winning the public’s favor. I would say my chances of winning are extremely high."

"Because I don’t know what the audience thinks, but I believe people are just like me, tired of seeing the Protoss Empire being manipulated."

And under the circle of giant screens in that plaza...

Hyperion: "Damn it!!!"