In the body test room, Chris's curses continued.
However, Dumpling outside the room had already become distracted, thinking about other things, until Chris, seeing Dumpling's prolonged silence, finally calmed down.
Without Chris's curses as white noise, Dumpling slowly came back to his senses.
He looked at the remaining items on his form and said, "Alright, there aren't many items left. Let's finish all the tests quickly!"
Hearing Dumpling speak, Chris grumbled and stood up again.
Although he was reluctant, he still wanted to know his own body data, so he could only cooperate.
Another half an hour passed, and Chris's body test was initially completed.
He was 190cm tall, completely surpassing Peter and becoming the tallest person in the Griffin Family.
His weight also surpassed Peter's, reaching an astonishing 200 kilograms.
However, Chris's weight was due to dense, solid muscle, not Peter's flabby fat.
Below the easily measurable data were some body data that were difficult to display or measure visually.
For example, endurance and some special abilities couldn't be fully tested, and these abilities required a long time, so only preliminary tests were conducted, followed by a rough estimation.
For endurance, Dumpling only simulated a general environment and then made calculations.
The final conclusion showed that Chris could survive in extreme environments such as vacuum, high temperature, and low temperature for anywhere from a few days to several months.
He even had enough energy 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.
Speed, which was second only to strength in its obvious manifestation, was naturally easier to conclude.
His maximum running speed was 107 meters per second, and his single-digit millisecond reaction time gave him an attack speed that completely overwhelmed ordinary species.
It could be said that with such basic stats, in an environment like Earth, as long as Chris didn't court death, natural conditions could not cause his demise, except for certain special existences.
But because this was the Family Guy World, full of strange and powerful beings, there were quite a few special existences Chris couldn't afford to provoke, so upon closer thought, it was just as well.
Not to mention his extraordinary younger brother in front of him, even the America government, which served as a background, could come up with something to kill Chris.
After all, in this world's America, Area 51 really did have aliens inside.
During the period when he first transmigrated, he had seen a gray-skinned, big-headed alien drive over to drink with Peter.
At the time, Chris just thought the guy looked familiar, but now that he had completely become a supernatural being and his brain could receive more memories from his soul, Chris finally remembered who that guy was.
He was closely connected to the Family Guy World, from a world called American Dad.
And that alien was a character from it, who was also quite a beast.
So, thinking about it now, it was indeed expected that guy could get along with Peter.
While checking his body data, Chris's mind wandered to other worlds connected to the Family Guy World, and he asked curiously, "Besides the Simpsons and American Dad worlds, what other worlds does our world have connections with?"
Because he needed Dumpling's help, Chris put down the face-distorting Dumpling and asked gently.
"Mmm-hmm!" Dumpling rubbed his face, which Chris had squeezed out of shape, and then blurted out, "fuck you!"
But as Dumpling was about to continue cursing, the large hand stopping in front of him made him wisely change the subject.
He also knew he was at fault first, so he obediently answered Chris's question.
"Are you asking if there's a certain eccentric old man in our universe?"
"Is there really?"
"Hehe, you think this universe isn't chaotic enough, do you? You actually want that famous multiverse madman to appear here?"
Seeing Dumpling's amused gaze, Chris quickly shook his head in refusal, "No, no, no, I don't want that! That guy's grandson is too restless. Who knows which woman that kid will get involved with and blow up the Earth."
"Hmph! Good that you know." Dumpling snorted coldly, then continued to boast, "Not everyone is as well-behaved as I am. That old madman, for his own personal grudges, rashly imprisoned most of the universes related to himself.
So, before the wall he built has cracks, outsiders can't easily get in, and people inside can't easily get out.
You don't need to worry about that old guy coming to our universe for fun for now. Instead of thinking about all that nonsense, you should worry about yourself!"
"..."
Chris remained silent, not knowing why, he always felt that Dumpling was changing the subject again, trying to hide certain information.
Since that was the case, Chris didn't mention that the Central Finite Curve would be blown up by Evil Morty in the future, after all, he didn't know how much time difference there was between their world and Rick's universe.
He just didn't understand what Dumpling meant by turning the topic to him; it sounded as if Dumpling was planning something against him.
However, Chris could confirm one thing: Dumpling had no ill will towards him.
So, for the potential pitfall Dumpling might be setting, Chris decided to play it by ear.
Seeing Chris silent, Dumpling opened an instrument, and then a light wave scanned Dumpling'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 Dumpling change into a suit, then retrieve two flute-shaped glasses, pour champagne, completely dressed like high society.
Taking the champagne Dumpling handed him, Chris understood that Dumpling's acting bug had flared up, and immediately cooperated, "May I ask for your guidance, sir?"
"Oh, oh, oh! You're too polite!"
Dumpling put on an affected display, but still, following his true nature, he took out a white feather fan, clearly knowing the origin of the phrase.
From his voluntary cosplay, Chris's flattery was clearly spot on, directly pleasing Dumpling.
He said cheerfully, "I have three strategies: superior, middle, and inferior. I just don't know which plan you want?"
"Superior strategy... Never mind, I'll just speak plainly! Classical Chinese is too difficult!"
Chris was just about to listen attentively when he realized Dumpling couldn't keep up the act. Clearly, even if this guy was extremely smart, it was still too difficult for him to fully grasp Classical Chinese at this age.
"The safest method is for you to study diligently, then leverage Carter's connections and network, slowly gain seniority, and after fifty or sixty years, you will naturally become the President of America.
By then you'll only be sixty or seventy, and because you're already a supernatural being, that's still your youth. Therefore, this is the most stable method for you."
"I'm already cheating, and you're still telling me to take my time and gain experience. What's all this power for then? Tell me the middle strategy!"
"Uh..." Dumpling suddenly choked, then twisted, "How about we talk about the inferior strategy first? Let's stick to the usual procedure."
Chris gave the guy a speechless look, his mind quickly turning, and he understood that his final choice would be the middle strategy.
And as soon as Dumpling spoke, it indeed confirmed Chris's guess.
"The inferior strategy is for me to create a hypnosis machine, directly hypnotizing all citizens of America, and then making 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.
By then, you can directly get all the votes and then move into the White House."
"There must be a big hidden danger with that!"
"It's just a fifty percent decrease in people's intelligence level, completely within an acceptable range."
Watching Dumpling say this nonchalantly, Chris was truly speechless. A fifty percent drop in intelligence would turn even a genius into a weakling, and ordinary people would become idiots.
Then what kind of President of America would he be?!
"Do you want me to manage a bunch of idiots? I'll still choose the middle strategy! Can you tell me now?"
Having satisfied his desire to make a pun, Dumpling slowly articulated the strategy he believed Chris would inevitably choose.
"The middle strategy combines the superior and inferior strategies. It will seem radical, but not overly extreme. You still need to study hard, and also leverage Carter's network and connections.
However, this time we won't slowly gain seniority. We will directly use your power and wisdom as a supernatural being to gain enormous influence, compressing the decades needed for gaining seniority into just a few years.
Then, with my assistance, ideally, you can achieve your goal within sixteen years at the slowest, or within five years at the fastest."
What Dumpling said perfectly aligned with Chris's thoughts. He had originally planned to follow the method of Fighting Club, but since he had Dumpling, this genius kid, helping him, he naturally became lazy to think deeply and immediately activated his external brain.
"Do you have a specific implementation plan?"
To Chris's question, Dumpling smiled charmingly and said,
"Of course!"
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