92 Impulsive May (1/2)

”Stand the fuck down, before I blow your fucking brains out!” An obnoxious bald secret service agent yelled at Jam, while flailing his gun around as if he could kill Jam with but a thought. This was by far the most annoying person Jam had the displeasure of interacting with thus far, and he was apparently the leader of the secret service as the rest of the special armed guards in the Oval Office stayed silent and let the obnoxious man do as he pleased.

”So, noisy.” Jam used his Dao Domains to crush all the armed guards into the floor before they could even fire, as he didn't want his poor ears to start itching again. He made sure to use more than the regular pressure on the secret service's leader as the man had thoroughly annoyed Jam.

The president as well as all the foreign diplomats that had previously been discussing a treaty all stopped and stared at Jam with confusion and fear. In this eerie silence, Jam and the people he had teleported over made their way over to the conference table, where after everyone was seated, Jam spoke.

He said ”Mr. President, We haven't met yet you've already called for my death. Isn't that a bit unfair?”

The president face grew ashened as he turned to the General and saw the look on his face. Before he could even speak, Jam continued ”Now, the general over here has said the decision to bomb me in Arizona was agreed on by him, you, and seven others. Could you please confirm or deny his claim?” No soul pressure was used on the president as Jam was testing him to see if he would respond truthfully.

Good thing Jam's guess came to fruition, as the president didn't hesitate to say in front of everyone ”Yes! We did agree to do that. And though It was a horrible mistake and I don't expect you to grant us any mercy...”

Jam was pleased to find the president being so cooperative. He said ”Well, I'm not so desperate to bully mortals, so you don't have to worry about being killed or something along those lines.”

The president was taken aback by Jam's vow to not retaliate. It was odd but they just didn't know enough about Jam to understand his reasoning. The president, still very nervous, said ”We'll if you aren't going to kill us, what do you want?”

As he brought this topic up, Jam frowned. What could these people even offer him as compensation? Money? A place to stay? Prestige and power? In this unbloomed dimension, Jam had all of those things and much more! There was nothing he could think of that he might need from these people.

Jam grew silent for a while, but no one spoke up. No one, except for Tzatziki, who suggested ”Well, you're going to be here for eight years. Training traditionally would be very hard if not impossible as this world has no connection to the Heavenly Dao. However… You could get some unique experiences by living like a mortal. You know? Like abstinence training.”

”Oh? That doesn't seem like a good idea… but you're the teacher, so lets try it out~” Jam ended his conversation with Tzatziki and spoke out loud ”Mhmm… I'm going to stay in this world for eight years. You won't understand why I'm requesting this, but I would like to be sent into the mortal world as a regular person...”

”Uh… what?” The president as well as everyone else in attendance were confused by Jam's request. The foreign diplomats were still trying to comprehend Jam's psychic-like abilities, so hearing him say ”mortal world” really set off a bunch of red flags. The president and the general were even more confused as they knew what they had attempted to do to Jam.

They nuked him and as compensation, he asked to be sent into the mortal world as a normal person? With the abilities Jam had thus far displayed he could easily ask for anything. But then again, this man who claimed to be a god; who would know what he thought…

Jam repeated himself, to which the president hurriedly said ”Right! Right… Now, what kind of accommodation would you like? Where would you like to live? How much money would you like to receive….” He kept asking these questions to which Tzatziki said ”The point of you living among mortals is to get the experience, so you can't live lavishly, you can't flaunt around your powers...” and many other things; directly shooting down everything the president wished to use to get on Jam's good side.

In the end, all the questions the president asked Jam became pointless as he said ”Can't you just arrange for me to live with a regular person?”

”A regular… person?” The president drew a blank face as he couldn't understand what Jam was saying.