The little stomach king slowly widened his eyes:

"What do you mean ......"

Let the resources of the refuge in my homeland be concentrated on me and promoted to a king-level wasteland?

It seems like......

It's not impossible.

yes, why didn't I think of it before?

I've been stuck at the 5th rank for a long time, and it stands to reason that I can try to get promoted, but I've been living under the authority of the president all these years, so I've never considered this option.

"My lord, may I ask......

"After I become a king, will I eat more deliciously?"

The little stomach king still has some concerns.

It doesn't really care about its own strength, the only thing it cares about is eating!

But it is said that the stronger the strength, the more the inconsequential senses of the body will degenerate, giving way to more areas of the brain for the more important senses.

For example, taste.

A similar phenomenon occurs for both transcendent beings and wasteland creatures.

If you can't taste the food......

Then this king-level, don't do it!

Musashino's brows furrowed slightly:

What's the problem.

Still, he replied:

"When you become a king, you can hunt more and more delicious prey."

The light up of the eyes of the little stomach king:

"In that case, then I will follow your wishes, go and discuss with the president, and let him volunteer to be my dinner party tomorrow!"

Musashino asks rhetorically:

"What if he doesn't agree?"

Hee-hee~

The corners of the little stomach king's mouth crooked: "The elder will definitely not agree, but...... I'll find a way to get him to agree. ”

Well.

Musashino was satisfied with this answer.

So far, the prohibition in the Little Stomach King's spiritual world has not triggered the self-destruct procedure.

Because it doesn't involve leaks.

How can the matter of Erwuzai be called a leak?

Next, all you need to do is secretly observe the little stomach king, you can find the hidden location and true identity of the president, and then ......

When you take refuge, your homeland naturally falls apart.

“Nice！”

It's finally time to see you for what you really are!

……

Survival area business area, elliptical office building.

A man with heavy nearsighted glasses walks down the hallway to his office, holding a document.

There were a few noticeable strands of gray in his hair.

The face is very young, and there is not even a trace of the common forehead wrinkles, which looks a little discordant.

"Director Igarashi."

The staff passing by nodded to him.

"Hmm."

The man nodded perfunctorily in response at first.

In the end, they simply ignored it.

- This is the director of the weapons and equipment research and development department of the survival zone, the chief engineer Naoki Igarashi, of course, he has another more important identity:

Convert to the homeland president.

He walked to the door of his office and pulled out his key to pick the lock.

However, tried several times.

The key is always misaligned with the lock slot.

"Trouble."

Naoki Igarashi frowned impatiently.

"Why do I always feel flustered lately, and I can't even fidget when I'm drawing drawings......"

Harm~

He sighed:

"In the current situation, it would be strange to eat well and sleep soundly."

More than seventy percent of the dark lines planted by the wasteland forces in the survival area have been removed, and who knows if it will be his turn one day, not to mention the Musashino who has that IPO.

The little stomach king went to eat the sea owner, but there is no news so far.

"It's a little thing......

"There shouldn't be any more accidents, right?"

Now he is really lonely.

The members who took refuge in their homeland ran away when they should have run.

Basically, only the secretary Oza Guangbo remained, and he remained at the headquarters.

After all, in the wasteland around Tokyo, no king-level has ever been born, and even if it blows the sky, no member is willing to trust him 100%.

So his current intelligence is very closed.

"It's all to blame on that Musashino!"

Naoki Igarashi clenched his fists.

If it weren't for this guy, those holy relics wouldn't have received boxed lunches so early, and the ultimate weapon wouldn't have been wasted with a squib.

If it weren't for him......

Converted to his homeland, he is still thriving.

It is a gentle harbor for all the humans in the survival area who yearn for the wasteland!

Hum~

Igarashi narrowed his eyes:

"Musashino, when I am promoted to the king level, it will be your end!"

I'm going to have to tie up this obnoxious guy and get to the wasteland and have a good time.

Although once he is promoted, there is a high probability that "Shangfeng" will transfer him out of Tokyo to delegate more important tasks and enjoy higher treatment.

But before leaving......

Musashino must be disposed of by the way!

Click~

Naoki Igarashi finally opens the office door.

He stood vigilantly outside the door and watched for 10 seconds to make sure there were no anomalies inside before stepping forward as usual.

He took out the most recent document to be reviewed and carefully browsed it.

Long.

That feeling of uneasiness returned.

When you reach a level close to a demigod like Igarashi, your perception will become very acute.

If you are constantly flustered.

I'm afraid something is going to happen.

"Nope."

He put down the pen in his hand: "In order to make sure that everything is safe before the promotion, I can't just sit here, otherwise I will be too passive!" ”

……

Afternoon.

Whoop -

A clear fluid slid to the door of Naoki Igarashi's office.

It's the king of small stomachs.

Its body shrunk to the size of a water balloon, and it was nearly transparent, so it was unnoticed by anyone when it infiltrated the area.

"Babble~"

The little stomach king squeezed in along the crack in the door.

"President! I'm coming! ”

In the office, Naoki Igarashi was browsing through documents, working silently.

Even when he heard the voice of the little stomach king, he still didn't look up.

"President?"

Its body flicked hard.

Duang~

Straight to the desk.

"Hmmm......"

The little stomach king organized the wording: "Lord Grow, I went to eat the sea master according to your request before, but unfortunately I didn't find it."

"So I'm still hungry."

Whew......

Naoki Igarashi was still writing without saying a word.

"Are you listening, President?"

It is estimated that the pressure has been too much recently, and he will be shut up directly.

Little Stomach King continued:

"You see, I'm also at the pinnacle of the 5th Order, and compared to you, my promotion has less than the process of transforming into a wasteland, and the success rate is higher.

"Anyway, we're all members of the converts.

"It's better to ......

"Give me this opportunity."

Whew......

Naoki Igarashi's pen still didn't stop.

The little stomach king waited for a while, and saw that he didn't get a response, so he could only say bluntly:

"President, I'll be blunt.

"This is what Shangfeng means, your performance in the recent period has really failed, so Shangfeng asks you to give me the resources for promotion."

It also deliberately adds:

"This matter, no, there is no room for negotiation."

Hey?

Is the president still pretending not to hear?

If he does this again, I'll have Shangfeng come and talk to him in person.

"President?"

The little stomach king's body split out and poked Naoki Igarashi.

Burst~

The moment it touched it, Igarashi's body suddenly burst out like a leaky balloon, and it circled around the roof several times.

By the time it fell to the ground, it had turned into a slap-sized piece of colored paper.

The little stomach king was stunned.

"Shhh

"It's actually fake?!"