Chapter 32: Three Strategies for Becoming President
In the body testing room, Chris's curses continued.
However, Stewie, outside the room, had already become distracted, thinking about other things, until Chris, seeing that Stewie had not responded for a long time, finally calmed down.
Without Chris's cursing as white noise, Stewie finally came back to his senses a little.
He looked at the other items on his form and then said, "Alright, there aren't many items left. Let's finish all the tests quickly!"
Hearing Stewie speak, Chris grumbled and stood up again.
Although he was very annoyed, he also wanted to know his body data, so he could only cooperate.
Half an hour later, Chris's physical test was initially completed.
At 6'3", he had completely surpassed Peter, becoming the tallest in the Griffin family.
Along with that, his weight also surpassed Peter's, reaching an astonishing 440 pounds.
However, Chris's weight was made up of dense, high-density muscle, not Peter's flabby fat.
Below the easily measurable data were some body stats that were difficult to display or measure intuitively.
For example, endurance and some special abilities could not be fully tested, and since these abilities required a long time, only preliminary tests were conducted, followed by a rough estimation.
For endurance, Stewie would just simulate a general environment and then make calculations.
The final conclusion showed that Chris could survive in extreme environments such as vacuum, high temperature, and low temperature for anywhere from several days to several months.
He even had enough strength to maintain high-intensity exercise for several hours.
This meant that even if Chris were thrown into space or volcanic magma, he would have time to save himself.
And speed, which was second only to strength in its obvious manifestation, was naturally easier to draw conclusions about.
His maximum running speed was 240 mph, and his single-digit millisecond reaction time gave him a completely crushing speed against ordinary beings.
It could be said that with such basic stats, in an environment like Earth, as long as Chris didn't do anything stupid, then, apart from certain special existences, the natural environment would simply not be able to kill him.
But since this was the world of Family Guy, which was full of weirdness and chaos, there were still quite a few special existences that Chris couldn't afford to provoke, so when he thought about it carefully, it wasn't that impressive.
Not to mention his exceptional younger brother in front of him, even the American government, which served as a backdrop, could come up with things to kill Chris.
After all, in this world's America, there really were aliens in Area 51.
During the time he first arrived, he had seen a grey-skinned, big-headed alien drive over to Peter's house to drink.
At the time, Chris just thought the guy looked familiar, but now that he had completely become a superhuman, and his brain could access more memories from his soul, Chris finally remembered who that guy was.
It was also closely connected to the world of Family Guy, a world known as American Dad.
And that alien was a character from it, who was also quite a degenerate.
So, thinking about it now, it was truly expected that guy could get along with Peter.
While checking his body data, Chris became distracted and thought about other worlds connected to Family Guy, and curiously asked, "Besides having crossovers with The Simpsons and American Dad, what other worlds is our world connected to?"
Because he needed Stewie's help, Chris set aside his frustration with Stewie and asked gently.
"Mmm-hmm!" Stewie rubbed his face, which Chris had squeezed out of shape earlier, and then blurted out, "Screw you!"
But just as Stewie was about to continue cursing, the large hand in front of him made him wisely change the subject.
He also knew that he was at fault first, so he obediently answered Chris's question.
"Are you asking if there's a certain eccentric old scientist in our universe?"
"Is there really?"
"Heh heh, you don't think this universe is chaotic enough, do you? You actually want that famous multiverse madman to appear here?"
Seeing Stewie's amused gaze, Chris quickly shook his head and refused, "No, no, no, I don't want that! That guy's grandson is too reckless, who knows which woman that kid will blow up Earth for."
"Hmph! Good that you know." Stewie snorted coldly, then continued to boast, "Not everyone is as well-behaved as me. That old madman, for his own personal grudges, rashly imprisoned most of the universes related to himself.
So, before there are any gaps in the barrier he built, it's not easy for outsiders to get in, and it's very difficult for those inside to get out.
You don't have to worry about that old guy coming to our universe to cause chaos for now. Instead of thinking about such things, you should worry about yourself!"
"..."
Chris remained silent. He didn't know why, but he always felt that Stewie was changing the subject again, trying to hide some information.
Since that was the case, Chris didn't mention that the Central Finite Curve would eventually be destroyed by Evil Morty, after all, he didn't know how much the time in their world differed from the time in Rick's universe.
He just didn't quite understand what Stewie meant by shifting the topic to him; it sounded as if Stewie was planning something against him.
However, Chris could confirm one thing: Stewie had no ill will towards him.
So, for the potential traps Stewie might have laid, Chris could only deal with them as they came.
Seeing Chris silent, Stewie opened an instrument, and then a light wave scanned Stewie's body, directly changing his clothes.
"You want to be president, right? So, have you thought about what your first step should be?"
Chris watched Stewie change into a suit, then take out two champagne flutes and pour champagne, completely dressed as a member of high society.
Taking the champagne Stewie handed him, Chris understood that Stewie's role-playing bug had struck, and immediately played along, "Please enlighten me, sir, on your wisdom?"
"Oh oh oh! You're too kind!"
Stewie put on an affected display, but still, following his true nature, pulled out a white paper fan, clearly knowing the reference Chris was making.
From his voluntary cosplay, Chris's flattery was clearly spot on, directly pleasing Stewie.
He said excitedly, "I have three strategies: best, moderate, and worst. I just don't know which plan you want?"
"Best strategy... Forget it, I'll just speak plainly! Formal speech is still too difficult!"
Chris was just about to listen attentively when he found that Stewie couldn't keep up the act. Clearly, even if this guy was extremely intelligent, it was still too difficult to maintain such formality at this age.
"The safest method is for you to study hard, then leverage Carter's connections and network, slowly build up your credentials, and after fifty or sixty years, you will naturally become the President of the United States.
By then, you'll only be sixty or seventy years old, and because you are already a superhuman, that's still your prime, so this is the most stable method for you."
"I've already got superpowers, and you still want me to waste time and build up credentials? What's all this power for? Tell me the moderate strategy!"
"Uh..." Stewie suddenly choked, then hesitated, "How about we talk about the worst strategy first? Let's still play by the rules."
Chris gave the guy an exasperated look, and with a slight turn of his mind, he understood that his final choice would be the moderate strategy.
And when Stewie spoke, it indeed confirmed Chris's guess.
"The worst strategy is for me to create a hypnosis machine that directly hypnotizes all American citizens, and then makes them all vote for you.
This year is 2000, which is an election year. If you're willing, I'll start building the machine now, and it can be completed before November.
Then you can directly get all the votes and move into the White House."
"That would definitely have a major downside, right!"
"It would just reduce people's intelligence by fifty percent, which is completely within an acceptable range."
Watching Stewie say this indifferently, Chris was truly speechless. A fifty percent drop in intelligence would turn even a genius into an average person, and ordinary people would become idiots.
Then what kind of President of the United States would he be?!
"Do you want me to manage a bunch of idiots? I'll still choose the moderate strategy! Can you tell me now?"
Having satisfied his desire to play out the reference, Stewie slowly articulated the strategy he believed Chris would inevitably choose.
"The moderate strategy is a combination of the best and worst strategies; it will appear aggressive but not overly extreme. You still study hard and also leverage Carter's connections.
However, this time, we won't be building up credentials over time. We'll directly use your superhuman strength and intelligence to gain immense influence, compressing the decades of credential-building into a few years.
Then, with my assistance, ideally, you could achieve your goal within sixteen years at the slowest, or within five years at the fastest."
What Stewie said coincided with Chris's thoughts. He had originally planned to follow the approach of Fight Club, but since Stewie, this genius kid, was helping, he naturally didn't bother to think deeply and immediately activated his external brain.
"Do you have a specific execution plan?"
To Chris's question, Stewie smiled charmingly and said:
"Of course!"
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