This evil man, trampling on their tyrant, is going to cast a curse on us?
Everyone watched the screen, anxious and uneasy.
They thought they were saved, but who knew a more wicked monster had come to them.
In an instant, the gaze of the entire Interstellar Empire's citizens converged, their TV ratings inexplicably reached 81%.
Everyone was watching the screen in horror, as if they were looking at a demon about to push them into an abyss.
Ah!
"Curse, no!"
"I'd rather bear the rule of that tyrant!"
"Who the hell is this lunatic? Where did he come from? How could he suddenly attack our palace, a terrifying existence that even the revolutionary army from three thousand years ago couldn't overthrow."
...
They looked at the handsome man in black sitting on the throne, trampling on the frightened King, many began to scream uncontrollably.
But... what's the use of that?
They could only quietly watch the man on the screen, as he spoke to them:
