Meanwhile, Welt Yang was facing another crisis.
This crisis was related to a parade by the local people of the Far East, with the main goal of incorporating Welt Yang's guiding ideology into national documents.
A group of people held up portraits of Welt, framed pictures of him in his battlesuit, and took to the streets one by one to support his guiding principles.
They even hailed Geneticism as the panacea for all the world's current conflicts. How many of these people truly believed in it, and how many were paid to walk the catwalk, was hard to say.
Welt only felt mentally exhausted and also thought these people were a bit too abstract.
A large crowd roamed the streets of the Far East, holding banners and projectors.
Yes, you read that right. This group of people brought portable power sources and projectors, then projected their political slogans directly onto the buildings on both sides of the street, for everyone to see clearly.
This equipment was clearly much more advanced than in the previous era. They even arranged for drone projections for their promotional work. A brilliant display, it directly occupied the entire city, creating a sea of yellow.
That's right, yellow, and even a yellow close to dark gold. The political spectrum of Geneticism was neither red nor blue, nor green. This group of people had actually chosen 'yellow.'
It was eye-catching and bright. In the center of the yellow was a red symbol, which looked a bit like a stylized, angular DNA helix. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought they were plagiarizing the flag of some activist movement.
"Long live Geneticism! Long live Welt Thought!"
"For the new Far East, for the new people!"
"Amend the constitution and reform the system! We are the Stigma Investigation Team!"
Welt turned off the screen and sat on the sofa with his face in his hands, lost in thought.
Why? Why is this happening?
After Otto's downfall, the leadership of Schicksal and Anti-Entropy had subtly fallen to Welt. Who else but him, since Anti-Entropy had originally split off from Schicksal? With the local forces of Academy City in the Far East growing stronger, and many Valkyries even joining the United Student Council and the Board of Directors.
On top of that, Cocolia had been suppressed, and Theresa, the rightful heir of Schicksal, had gone off to Jerusalem.
Welt discovered a problem: as the leader of Anti-Entropy, he had effectively become the biggest shot in the Far East.
This was bad!
Was His Majesty the Emperor about to make a move on him?
Welt felt that he hadn't written anything particularly profound, just a simple summary of the internal social situation of Academy City.
But he never imagined that with the development of Geneticism, coupled with the ideological principle of guaranteeing human practical activities, these things would become a lifeline for the people of the Far East.
The social observations Welt had written had, in fact, guaranteed the various paths people were pursuing for their needs.
But he never imagined it would have such a huge impact.
It made it seem as if he had been the one to propose the construction of Academy City.
Welt probably had never experienced a similar political event. He was somewhat caught off guard by its occurrence and had to seek help from those who were paying attention to these matters.
For example, his old friend, Raiden Ryoma.
"Ryoma, first tell me about the situation outside."
Welt covered his face with his hands. He didn't even know when he had become the spokesperson for Geneticism.
He just wanted to modify Geneticism a bit to make it easier for more people to accept the benefits it brought.
From the looks of it, the effect was too significant.
Raiden Ryoma had never encountered such a situation either. He used to be a political novice who could be easily outmaneuvered by Cocolia with a little scheming. It was only after joining Academy City that his political wisdom had grown under the education of His Majesty the Emperor.
It wouldn't be surprising to see such a scene in the United States, where people waved rainbow flags for various interest groups.
However, the situation in the Far East was a bit hard to understand.
"I'm not sure, but it seems to be an organization spontaneously created by the people of the Far East. They are using the banner of Stigmas, but in reality, there are no Stigma users among them. It's likely they just want to be the peripheral compradors of Academy City."
"These flags are mostly just propaganda slogans, a bit like the behavior of fan circles to secure a fixed audience. But the Board of Directors hasn't made any arrangements for this, and even the androids who have infiltrated the upper echelons of the Far East have shown no signs of taking action. It's as if... they're just letting these people do whatever they want."
Welt took a deep breath. He was all too familiar with this kind of political fan circle. It was something the United States had long grown tired of, which had only just spread to the commercial sector.
At that time, he would only think these people were chaotic, and that it was closely related to the inaction of the creators themselves.
But when it happened to him, Welt finally understood the hardships of these creators.
'Could you at least let me know when you do something like this?! At least let me know what you've done!'
Unfortunately, the first group of people to believe in these things were often the most unlucky and miserable in reality, most of them in a state of desperation and reckless speculation.
They would unhesitatingly use whatever propaganda seemed useful. As for whether it would fail or cause any impact in the process? How could they think that far ahead? Everyone was already struggling to get by.
Welt truly hadn't expected such a tragic thing to happen to him.
"So, I've now become their political spokesperson in their eyes? Is that it?"
Hearing Welt's sorrowful question, Raiden Ryoma felt a mix of amusement and exasperation, and suddenly felt sorry for Welt.
"You are their savior now. They are counting on getting the protection of Academy City's practical activities, while also being able to maintain their current lives. It would be even better if they could live a little better."
Raiden Ryoma's words were better left unsaid. Welt felt even worse hearing them.
His goal was just to prove the social legitimacy created by Noldrei and then add some things he could accept.
Who would have thought that what he added would be so successful that many people saw their source of interest in it.
"Ryoma, what do you think... these people will do next?"
Raiden Ryoma spread his hands helplessly. "How would I know what they'll do? It probably won't have much of an impact. If parades were effective, Martin Luther King Jr. wouldn't have been assassinated."
Welt had calmed down by now. He also wanted to see how far this matter would ferment and whether this kind of ideology would have new vitality.