Zhu Qingzhou was caught in an underwater volcanic eruption and washed ashore on an unclaimed deserted island that had just emerged from the sea. Then the fleets of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council blocked his way out.
He had no System and no superpowers. His only golden finger was the thirty million troublemaking armchair strategists in his livestream chat!
[Academician viewer online: Use geothermal heat for distillation. Freshwater output: +3,000 liters per day!]
[Hotshot lawyer viewer online: The 8,000-word constitution is complete. Sovereignty's legal basis: +100%!]
[Retired machinist viewer online: Give me three copper pipes and two oil drums, and I'll hand-build a distillation tower with a 99% success rate!]
[International law expert viewer online: Don't panic. Whoever shoots first is in the wrong. I suggest livestreaming a global collision stunt immediately!]
And so, a fishing rod held off a Burke-class destroyer, a red bedsheet was raised as a national flag, and a rusty wrench issued a $100,000 fine.
US military: "Evacuate this island immediately!"
Zhu Qingzhou, chewing on a ration bar and raising an eyebrow: "This is our territory. Have you got a visa?"
The result: The five permanent members recognized it, the UN sent a letter, and global investors lined up to pour in money.
Zhu Qingzhou had only wanted to make a little spending money through outdoor livestreaming, but his viewers egged him on until he became the youngest founding head of state.
Even more absurdly, when he casually asked, "Who can hand-build a space elevator?" the livestream chat suddenly flooded with tens of thousands of pages of engineering specifications...
Zhu Qingzhou gazed at the sky above the equator and fell silent for a long while. "Wait, are you really treating nation-building like a management sim?!"
