Stay-at-Home Summoner

[America, The White House.]

“Holy mother fucker.”

Stripping off his tie while cursing in the office of the residence, Eisen A. Luigi, the current President of the United States, a brown-haired white man, slumped into his chair and tightly closed his eyes.

There was no one in the office.

He had sent all the aides away.

If someone were to ask whether it was acceptable to leave the president alone, it would, of course, be impossible according to security regulations, but even a president wants a moment of solitude for about ten minutes.

Especially in a situation filled with political clashes with others and criticism from supporters.

“A million awakenings.”

President Luigi covered his face with his hands.

A miracle from God.

It is indeed a joyous thing that more individuals are awakening as blessed ones.

– Why is it that among a million people, fewer than 10,000 are awakeners in America?

– This is a divine punishment for the current president’s poor governance!

“Fuck those political parasites.”

However, it was undeniably frustrating for the American president for various reasons.

A million awakenings.

According to the global database operated jointly by hunter associations, around 400,000 awakeners have officially reported themselves as blessed individuals.

Though there are still 600,000 left, isn’t there something to be said about the ratio?

Click.

President Luigi manipulated his smartphone linked to the TV and brought up a screen.

[Number of officially registered awakeners in America: 3,744.]

“Fucking hell.”

A curse slipped out.

As a land of freedom, it is understandable that many believe registering as an awakener infringes upon their freedom.

There were comics where heroes confronted each other over such matters.

But people also know.

It is far more convenient to register with the association and receive a license to operate.

Considering that before the million awakenings, the number of unregistered awakeners was less than 0.01% of the total, it can’t be said that registering as a hunter is a bad thing at all.

It is not like a certain Eastern country where military service is mandatory upon registering as a hunter.

Yet, why is the number still so low?

People have realized.

A lack of absolute numbers.

Simply put, the number of those awakening on this entire continent is small.

Compared to neighboring Canada or Mexico, where the number of awakeners approaches 5,000 to 10,000.

“Oh, God.”

President Luigi clasped his hands in prayer.

“I understand you want to nurture the weak, but why must we endure such trials because of it?”

As he checked the data on where awakeners were appearing, President Luigi realized God’s arrangements.

Awakeners were bestowed in places where there were fewer.

Thus, God grants his grace to all places, transcending nations, races, and even religions.

Yet, that grace is relatively lesser for America.

Because there are already many hunters.

President Luigi had performed outstandingly during the era of hunter capitalism, with approval ratings surpassing 60%.

He had recruited hunters from various countries, and in terms of hunter capabilities, America was in the lead globally.

But now, because of the very policies that collected these hunters, he would be among those receiving the least benefits from a miracle of a million awakenings?

– If Luigi hadn’t handed out our taxes to hunters, we would have just laid back and acquired over 10,000 hunters!

It was frustrating.

Especially when those who consistently criticized him for offering high salaries to recruit hunters said such things, it could drive him to a nervous breakdown.

“Should I step down?”

Many times a day, he thought about wanting to quit, but there has never been a time when that thought was more profound than now.

Many would be disappointed, but even though he hadn’t yet spoken to his aides, he was ready to post outright on social media—

“?”

Among the numerous DMs, there was a message that piqued his interest.

“Elaine?”

The profile picture was unmistakably that of a person who had troubled him in Congress as evidence.

A DM came from that ‘maid coser.’

It might have been like any other spam, and he wondered if someone with a similar image had sent out spam, but—

“…….”

Perhaps it was her golden eyes visible even in the profile picture that seemed ethereal.

Or perhaps it was the sense that had politically saved him several times before he reached this seat in the White House.

Tightly.

President Luigi pressed the content relayed through the DM, scrolling through the photo and message several times to check the details.

Sentences that seemed to have been crafted using a translation tool.

But this photo.

And that content.

“Hah.”

Above all.

“If you want to meet, come to Korea?”

Confidence.

“…….”

Clunk.

The door swung open.

“Mr. President. Chief aide Michael has betrayed us.”

“He just leaked gossip to the press. The President has done nothing for ten minutes while the S-Rank Tower has been destroyed…”

As the aides stormed in with serious faces, the president gestured toward the door, signaling for silence.

“…….”

The aide instinctively followed the calm action of President Luigi.

“Michael betrayed us?”

“Yes. It seems over there….”

“He made the worst decision at the most critical moment.”

As President Luigi smirked and chuckled, the aides clenched their fists.

The annoyance and fatigue that had been evident before sending aides out of his office had vanished completely, replaced by the vigor and confidence of someone who had traveled the nation during his presidential campaign.

“Alright. So the S-Rank Tower was taken down in Korea?”

“Yes, Mr. President.”

“Let’s go to congratulate them. Meet them, in person.”

“…No way?”

“Shh.”

At the meaningful smile of President Luigi, the aides covered their mouths with their hands.

“Keep it secret and prepare Air Force One immediately. Cancel all plans behind, and disregard whatever they bark about.”

This was the President they had always desired.

A politician as solid as steel they had witnessed since his days as a senator.

“Let’s go to Korea and arrange a meeting with our new hero.”

Thirty minutes later.

President Eisen Armstrong Luigi’s private jet began to taxi toward the runway.

* * *

[I will be meeting you in person soon. Please keep this account open. I will leave a message for the account owner company.]

Perhaps due to the translation tool.

Unlike when reading the original text in English, it comes off as polite, but the sunglasses and muscular build in the profile picture give an overwhelming vibe that makes one wonder, “Is this person really not an awakener?”

“I can’t believe it, really. I’m exchanging DMs with the President of the United States.”

“Is there a possibility it might be an aide or someone below him?”

Elaine quickly scrolled through other accounts.

It seemed she was looking for information by browsing the social media of other politicians.

“It shouldn’t be. He has a separate personal account aside from the government official SNS. He has meticulously managed his personal SNS since his days as a senator.”

“…Um, Master?”

As the light turned red briefly, Elaine laid down her smartphone and called out to me.

“Does that mean we’re going to America?”

“…….”

“Master?”

“If I tell the President of the United States to come over and then say, ‘Let’s just grab a Big Mac,’ that would be a bit awkward, wouldn’t it?”

“Understood. I will translate for you, so please speak comfortably.”

“Can you also speak English?”

“I can use Korean, Japanese, and English. These three languages.”

“Oh, a global server.”

If Elaine’s game were also available in China, she might be able to speak Chinese as well.

“I might not be inclined to that direction, but I should at least be mentally prepared regarding whom to summon later on.”

Though I wasn’t very enthusiastic about it, there might be situations where direct communication with them is necessary.

“Elaine, there’s a saying in this country: ‘You suffer when leaving home.’”

“…….”

“However, if being at home and here causes you more suffering than you would experience outside, then going out might be an option.”

“If the treatment offered when transitioning to America is greater than the comfort presented here to you, Master…”

“Unless it’s the absolute worst-case scenario, we should take our time and think it through.”

From my standpoint, it’s the most proper position.

“Patriotism needs the right conditions to thrive; I’m not looking to become a slave by shouldering a duty alone.”

“But leaving like this…”

“It’s a matter separate from belongings or such. And it involves you too.”

There might be problems about wanting to leave this country that could prevent one from doing so.

“As long as the developers continue to run the game, they can keep making you stronger, right?”

Elaine’s power had reached a certain peak.

But if we were to talk in terms of a scale from 0 to 100, it can’t be said to be exactly 100.

“The game company could introduce new relics suitable for you, and moreover, the items you’re wearing now haven’t been properly ‘polished’ either.”

Elaine can still grow stronger.

Here, in Korea.

And if the game were to shut down or mistakenly nerf her—

“That cannot happen.”

Even if it doesn’t occur in reality, we need to eliminate the variables.

“…If it were an American game, it would have immediately been made available in America.”

“That… for my benefit?”

“Of course.”

Besides everything else, I have a certain criterion that I must prioritize in my decisions.

“Right now, the number zero in all my judgments is you.”

“…I feel the same, Master.”

The moment Elaine placed her hand on my thigh with a gentle smile.

“I—”

Pop.

A light shimmered ahead.

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