Past Life Returner

Chapter 192

There was even no rustling, and everyone was focusing on where Na Seon-Hu was looking. Regardless of their true feelings, the members kept their smiles on the corners of their lips and made their eyes look alert and excited in order to look good. However, they couldn’t hide their fatigue. Although they had spent a day at the luxurious resort yesterday, their minds were filled with all kinds of complicated plans and calculations.

Na Seon-Hu stood at the chair rostrum but just looked at everyone without saying a word. The silence was heavy, and Stanley was struck with awe all of a sudden. The meeting looked like the Bilderberg Club in appearance, but its personality was completely different. It was a place where everyone obeyed one conqueror. The owner of the throne had changed, so they had to be extra cautious now. In order to make his smile look as natural as possible, Stanley brought up the happiest memory he could recall.

However, everyone immediately lost their smiles as soon as Seon Hu said his first sentence.

“If any of you are under the mistaken impression that this is a place of harmony, it will be better for you to leave now.”

They were already aware of the circumstances, but it was shocking to hear it directly from the conqueror. However, there was no alternative. A whole year had passed since the Bilderberg Club had been disbanded, and now the new club conference was being held. In the meantime, there had been attempts to replace the Bilderberg Club by leveraging their sub-organizations such as the Triangular Organization, Round Table, and Roman Club.

At first, people thought it would be possible and hoped to succeed. Even if the animosity the other members held toward the Rothschilds and the North American members was extreme, they thought it was better than succumbing to an Asian boy.

However, Seon-Hu’s empire had expanded its territory around the world with its golden tanks, and other organizations often became nominal. The growth of the empire had been more relentless than the speed of the other groups planning for union and revenge.

The conqueror finally declared, “We are still aiming to establish the world’s most powerful government under a single economy, but the process won’t be done through consensus.”

***

Odin was gathering and ordering the world’s leaders and people behind them to follow his commands!

Who in the world could do that? What kind of king in history could possess such power? Gillian thought.

Traditional authority came from the sword, but it had gradually shifted to money. Also, the power of money had been concentrated on a small number of families in those turbulent times.

Gillian had realized their true identities on the first day he had joined the Bilderberg Club. The structure they had created was an impregnable iron fortress that looked like it would never be broken. However, it had been destroyed into pieces. Those families had monopolized wealth for hundreds of years and had grown larger, but they had been smashed by only a single Korean boy. The impact was immense as it had happened during the era when the global economy was tied to one limited area. The tremendous power that had never existed in the past was now being held by just one person.

This is…

It was the birth of the emperor of the New World. Gillian felt dizzy and frightened at the same time. The birth of an absolute powerful man who dominated the world was never to be blessed by God. It was such a despairing situation. No matter how close Gillian was to the emperor, the truth remained the same.

What was even more terrible was that no one could resist his commands. One of the African Americans in the back row was the world’s strongest military commander-in-chief and had the authority to launch nuclear missiles, but he was holding his breath and listening to the new emperor attentively.

No one could do anything. His support base was ultimately Wall Street, and the new emperor was also the owner of Wall Street. Gillian thought it was an unbelievable reality although he had expected it. Things were bad when the global economy and politics were monopolized by a small number of families, but now it was worse under a one-man system. His words would soon become the order that would drive the world.

Oh, gosh…

Gillian quickly studied everyone’s expressions. Those in the back had the same reaction as him as they were shocked and didn’t say a single word. On the other hand, Odin’s people in his row led by Jonathan were filled with emotion. Gillian originally thought that Jonathan would be the most touched one, but he became even more speechless when he saw the rapturous joy on Joshua’s face.

Thud! Thud!

Joshua’s heart pounded against his chest wall. The swift decision of the former head of his family had actually determined the fate of his family. If he didn’t lower his head to Odin back then, his family would have collapsed like the Rothschilds. The great Rothschilds had fallen in Odin’s storm, and now their head was acting like the chief priest of the Storm God altar. Everyone pitied him, but his choice was correct.

A few days ago, Odin told Joshua a story about the latent supernatural powers in the world, and the reason why there was an underworld full of monsters.

If that day comes…

Just as power had shifted from the sword to money, it could be transferred back to its original state when that day came. However, nothing mattered as Odin’s power would remain unchanged. Regardless of whether the financial system would end up being maintained or destroyed, Odin would still be on the throne as he had money in his left hand and a sword in his right hand.

Then, Odin’s voice echoed in the hall, “Those who understand my statement are welcome to sit down. If not, feel free to exit through the back door.”

Everyone sat down.

***

It looked like everyone was paying attention to the opening speech, but they weren’t. In fact, their eyes were glued onto Seon-Hu, but their thoughts were focused on what the agenda for the first meeting was. Also, the majority thought that the agenda would be about taming them.

Stanley decided to take a risk. Even if it was an impractical request, he had to obey the command of the arrogant conqueror. Seon-Hu could create a new fund like the International Funds for Nature and rob the members’ houses or their country’s wealth. He could also expand the size of the fund like the IMF. Or, he could confirm the loyalty of members by starting with an issue by targeting China.

What would it be…

Before the actual conference began, Stanley shouted to himself, I hope it’s something doable!

Seon-Hu calmly began, “For our first agenda, let’s think about a scenario where we are attacked by aliens.”

What?

No one had expected this, and it was a retrograde issue. It was understandable that Seon-Hu had become interested in space as China had recently boasted their space development capabilities. Furthermore, the space business had moved from government ventures to the private sector. However, he was talking about an alien invasion, not a new space business.

An alien attack…?

Such an issue mattered a long time ago when the U.S. and the Soviet Union had fought over who would enter space first as their ideological confrontation was intense. The hall, which had been solemn, became noisy.

What the hell is on his mind? He must have an intention.

The conqueror who had built the Great Empire through his own genius capabilities wouldn’t have brought up the first agenda without a valid reason.

“...”

Stanley wasn’t the only one trying to grasp Seon-Hu’s purpose. The tumultuous hall quickly quieted down, and people’s eyes became cold. Stanley also had the same look in his eyes and thoughts running through his head.

He must be saying that his empire will never collapse unless the aliens attack. It’s like a warning. He’s emphasizing that we should not think about challenging him.

However, Stanley was convinced. If he were in the position of Seon-Hu, he would be concerned about the possibility of getting attacked by aliens rather than the members fighting him back by creating a union. The empire’s roughly estimated capital power was huge. Stanley thought the first agenda was reasonable.

I knew it!

Stanley came to a conclusion. Until now, Seon-Hu was a plunderer who had robbed his family’s warehouse, but now he had become the conqueror who had founded the new empire. Also, it was obvious that his empire would never break in just a few years or decades. It was time to become the new emperor’s man and receive a real invitation. Stanley thought he had to be placed in the first row of the seat where he could face Seon-Hu closer.

Stanley was about to raise his hand to have a right to speak, but Isaac Rothschild had beat him to the punch.

“If there’s a disorder like a massive riot, we should all deal with it together, right?”

The tone of Issac’s voice was vastly different from how the Rothschild used to act. Stanley frowned as he had been robbed of the opportunity to say the same thing.

Seon-Hu replied, “For now, let’s limit the agenda to extraterrestrial attacks. A few days ago, I visited the White House and was able to look through the same issue that had been handled during the former Bilderberg era and the U.S. military operations related to it.”

Several people, including Stanley, looked at North American members. It was obvious that they were reproaching themselves for not handling the issue earlier.

“Among all of these issues, I’m most concerned about the possible scenario where the global financial system gets paralyzed. The same goes for using nuclear weapons,” Seon-Hu added.

Stanley narrowed his eyes.

Is he actually just worrying about it instead of threatening us? He might be concerned about the collapse of his empire.

Seon-Hu continued, “We should prevent the situation in the event of an alien’s attack, but I’m also saying that there should be no confusion within us. Therefore, the issue to be resolved here is to make sure to not close the ‘window of financial markets, including banks’ even if such a day comes.”

Stanley and the majority grimaced even more.

What’s wrong with him? What’s the point of all this crap?

It couldn’t be understood by common sense. When such a day came, bank closings were inevitable. It didn’t matter if the existing monetary system was maintained or not because people would panic during big events, leading to large-scale withdrawals.

A good example was during the subprime crisis as it was the perfect case to observe how the public responded to fear. Banks actually didn’t have as much cash on hand to match the total deposited amount. It depended on each country’s policy, but most banks only held ten percent of the total deposited money from customers in cash at all times. In other words, if customers of the bank withdrew more than ten percent of the total deposited amount, the bank would go bankrupt.

The members looked at Seon-Hu with various reactions.

“This is something I promised when I launched this club. I will never stand by and let my orders get destroyed no matter what happens. If something like an alien attack happens…”

If it happens…?

“I will stand surety even if I lose all my property, so don’t block the public’s financial transactions on that day.”

For a moment, Stanley was frightened out of his wits. The conqueror had coined the metaphor ‘an alien attack,’ but he was saying that he would do his best to punish those who broke his orders. Sure enough, Seon-Hu was staring at all the members as if he would hit their necks with his blade if they violated this rule.

The degree of the pressure coming off of him is on another level…