"A-a colorful treasure chest! Damin oppa’s luck is way too good!"

"I remember the treasure chest that Kyushu’s player got, it looked all gray and ugly, ours will definitely have something amazing inside!"

"Damin oppa is awesome, he even came up with the idea to use a shoe to test for traps!"

"Not starting with a Marriage Room is actually a good thing, it won’t make us face the situation Sakura Country and America ran into, this chest will definitely increase Damin oppa’s strength!"

"No wonder, he’s the president’s bodyguard, the former special forces chief instructor!"

"Now this is what I call steady! So reliable!"

Korean citizens chatted excitedly.

At the same time, wanting to brag, some of the ones who knew Chinese even went to the Kyushu forum and posted screenshots of Choi Damin discovering the rainbow-colored treasure chest.

[Ignorant Kyushu people, this is what a treasure chest looks like! Open your eyes and take a good look!]

As soon as this post went up.

The Kyushu citizens couldn’t hold back anymore.

"This is worth showing off? Who says treasure chests always give good things?"

"Exactly, what if it spawns a monster? Don’t get too cocky!"

"That Stick (Korean) thinks he can compare with God Ning? Is he worthy?"

"Jealous, you Kyushu people are just jealous of Damin oppa!"

"Ugly Kyushu people!"

"Damn! Stupid Stick (Korean), get lost!"

A flame war broke out and the Korean citizens obviously couldn’t stand up to it, soon they were flamed beyond recognition.

They could only grit their teeth and leave the forum, then waited eagerly for Choi Damin to open the chest, hoping to completely slap the faces of those Kyushu people.

"Damin oppa! It’s time to show the whole world that we are the greatest nation!"

All Koreans got excited.

* * *

On the other side.

Choi Damin observed for a while, making sure there was no danger, then tiptoed closer to the treasure chest.

Even when his hand touched the chest, nothing happened, so he finally relaxed, then excitedly opened it.

But the next second, the colorful treasure chest suddenly turned black.

Immediately, thick black mist spread out, tightly binding him.

Before Choi Damin could react.

From within the black mist, several strings of blood-red text slowly appeared:

[You have opened the Demon’s Chest. The demon inside offers you a trade, you have the following two choices:]

[1. Randomly sacrifice one of your own organs, this trade ends.]

[2. Randomly sacrifice 1 million citizens of your country, this trade ends.]

[Please make your choice within 10 seconds, otherwise the demon will devour you!]

"..."

Choi Damin’s face instantly turned panicked.

A demon’s trade? This was completely different from what he had imagined!

[0:10…0:09…0:08…]

The 10 seconds were almost up.

Maybe it was an illusion, but Choi Damin thought the blood-red letters before him looked more and more like the demon’s hideous smile.

It was terrifying!

Gulp.

Choi Damin swallowed hard, then shouted without hesitation: “I choose 2! I sacrifice 1 million citizens!”

As if! He wasn’t about to give up one of his own organs for a million strangers!

[Player ‘Choi Damin’ has chosen option 2!]

[In 3 minutes, 1 million citizens of Stick Country will be randomly sacrificed. After the sacrifice, this trade ends.]

Thud.

Seeing the text, Choi Damin’s legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground, his face filled with the joy of surviving disaster.

No, wait! Not that expression!

He quickly straightened his face and said seriously: “My dear compatriots, this is absolutely not because I feared death, but a carefully considered choice. If I could choose which organ to sacrifice, I would have picked the first option and offered something useless like the appendix!

But this sacrifice is random, what if it took my heart… If I died, the country would fall into disaster. So choosing the second option was the best choice. My 1 million compatriots, your sacrifice is meaningful!

Rest assured! I will definitely make Stick Country rise, I won’t let you down!”

Choi Damin put on a face full of righteousness, as if he hadn’t just sacrificed 1 million of his people.

* * *

A few minutes earlier.

When the Korean people saw the chest turn black and the blood-red text appear.

Their hearts skipped a beat.

And when they read the meaning of the words, unease instantly welled up.

"What’s going on? Why is there a demon inside the chest?"

"There’s no benefit to this trade at all!"

"Damin oppa wouldn’t choose the second option, right?"

They were getting nervous.

At that moment, a Kyushu onlooker commented: “I bet they’ll definitely pick option 2, he looks like he’s about to piss himself already!”

"Impossible! Damin oppa is a proud citizen, he’d never do that!"

They instinctively refuted.

Not that they really believed it, but at that moment, it was all they could cling to.

No, it was more like giving themselves psychological comfort.

But Choi Damin was about to disappoint them.

Without the slightest hesitation, he chose option 2.

They were dumbfounded.

“Shibal, why would this guy harm us?”

“Bastard! To save yourself, you’d kill a million compatriots!?”

“Selfish bastard!”

“Oh god, what now, am I one of the million?”

“Calm down, I think Damin oppa makes sense. If sacrificing an organ killed him, the country would fall into disaster!”

“You braindead fan, is your head full of amoebas?”

“So what if disaster came, at least we could fight it ourselves, not just get sold out like this!”

“And besides, disaster doesn’t necessarily mean 1 million dead!”

As the countdown began, Korea fell into chaos.

The Kyushu citizens watching also enjoyed the show.

“Who just said they’d never pick option 2?”

“Haha, this is the reliable man they bragged about?”

“A sanctimonious hypocrite, one of them said it right, even if disaster came, at least you could resist. But now…”

“Serves them right for being so arrogant earlier, bragging before they even opened the chest. They brought this on themselves.”

“Koreans sure are ruthless, without a second thought they sacrificed 1 million compatriots.”

The 3 minutes quickly passed.

The next second, most places in Stick Country rang with cries of anguish and misery.

“Ahhhh!”

Those chosen had eerie blood-red marks cover their bodies, as if all their blood was drained and in moments they turned into shriveled corpses.

In just a few seconds, a whole million Koreans were dead.

And this scene.

It was broadcast live to the whole world.

Among them, Sakura Country and America’s citizens suddenly felt a little better, even slightly joyful.

Because Korean citizens were worse off than them.

Just a few minutes ago, they were fine.

A few minutes later, they were sacrificed by their own man.