Does it matter if I am an alien?

The press conference room hummed with anticipation as 50 journalists, representing various news organizations from around the world, awaited the arrival of the Supreme Leader of North Korea. The room was adorned with microphones, cameras, and an enormous screen projecting the emblem of the united nations, signifying the gravity of the occasion.

Because the population was not yet developed enough to put journalism on the table, there were no journalists from North Korea itself. Whatever advancement they had was in the form of people from the Ark and if Robin asked for people from Ark to interview, it would be like sucking his own dick which he would avoid by any chance.

Suddenly, the grand doors at the back of the room swung open, and there stood the world leader of North Korea, an embodiment of grace and authority. As he moved toward the platform at the front of the room, Robin commanded attention in a fitted suit and exuded confidence. The journalists, eager to capture every word and gesture, focused their lenses on him, their pens poised to jot down his every utterance.

His charisma stats was in full flow here as the breathing in the room suddenly became heavy even with Robin wearing the mask. A single spotlight illuminated on him, casting a golden glow upon his dignified countenance. He took a deep breath, his voice projecting strength and determination as he began to speak. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice resonating with conviction, "Thank you for joining me here today."

His words brought the journalists in the room back from captivation. The challenging work would now begin. Their career here would be made or broken by it. With a wave of his hand, Robin signaled for the question to be asked. Additionally, he made sure that no skin was visible because he didn't want anyone to be able to identify him just by looking at his skin at this time.

People have learned that the miraculous drugs originated in North Korea, and higher-ups have learned that Robin has connections to that country, but they haven't given it much thought. Robin had imagined that once people learned of his connections to North Korea, his identity would be exposed. However, he had forgotten that North Korea's population also included people from the Ark who belonged to all the groups.

So many people thought that like others Robin too had just appeared out of nowhere and didn't do much in depth research on him. And those who did, didn't believe what they had found out.

"Mr. Supreme Leaders.. Uh.. Can I call you that?" The first person, a journalist, had a slight tremor in his voice. Some others found Robin to be a little spooky from the outside due to the mask and hand gloves.

"Yes. Whatever you like. Though I am not like my predecessor, at the end of the day I did succeed his legacy." Robin made a reference to Kim Jong-un's earlier rule. For the first time, everyone on earth was glued to their TV screens, watching this interview. The viewership was climbing very fast.

The last time something like this happened was during the football (Soccer) match between France and Argentina in the World Cup Final. People wanted to know about the place that was changing the world in a very fast pace and bringing in things that they had never seen before. Even if he wasn't well-known everywhere, his fame was enough to draw viewers to a World Cup game.

"Thank you for allowing me to interview you, Supreme leader." The journalist behaved professionally and with poise. "I have been in this location for the past two days to attend the press conference, and what I have seen here can only be compared to a fantastical setting from a book or a sci-fi movie. Why did the world not hear even a word about how far the country has advanced in just a few months?"

Everyone's most basic inquiry seemed to be what the journalist was posing. How did the nation get so developed while others weren't even aware of what was happening?

"Well that is easy to answer. I have space-based alien acquaintances." Robin answered in a commanding manner. Everyone in the room started laughing as soon as he said that. They laughed for a full 5 seconds before they stopped. Not because the 'joke' seemed less funny but because the Supreme Leader didn't give a chuckle with them. The journalist who asked the question also got his wide wiped out as he understood that the leader might not be joking.

"Are you serious, Supreme Leader?"

"The white robots you see all over are not some sort of contraption that we developed. They were developed by a mechanical civilization that traveled across light years of space to assist me in constructing this nation into what you see today. Additionally, the many human populations you observe in the nation come from a considerably more advanced human civilisation than our own in space. That is the reason why none of the governments aren't able to find out about the find any background information of these people living here, because they don't belong to this planet in the first place." Robin answered without a hint of irony in his voice.

Hearing this, the cameramen and the other journalists in the room all briefly shook. This response was unexpected by them. Forget the journalists; even the world leaders watching the TV were in a state of disbelief. Everything they had been wondering about "these people who looked like they had come from a different country but didn't have a record" suddenly made perfect sense. They were never truly a part of their planet. It makes sense why he didn't seem alarmed when David initially threatened him. He was already established in space. Maybe the Leader was an alien himself and he was just invading other countries at this point.

No wonder they were so diverse. They have developed to the point that they are no longer even aware of racial prejudice and have united to create a better human civilization.

"Can we know from which planet they have come from and for what purpose?"

"Let's simply pretend that they are here just to advance humankind and usher in the space era. For the time being, I won't say where they came from, but they have no evil intentions against humanity." Robin answered. It was time for a different journalist because the two follow-up questions had already been posed. Robin called attention to another unidentified journalist.

"I'm sorry, Supreme Leader, but I need to follow up on the statement you made to my professional colleague. Is that alright?" Another journalist inquired, and he appeared to speak with greater respect, perhaps out of fear.

"Sure. I fully authorize anyone to ask me anything. Nothing is scripted because it is unnecessary." said Robin.

"So, I guess my question is, how do you know that aliens aren't out to get humans or aren't trying to take over Earth? North Korea has already established itself in several nations and is actively killing people. Based on our observations, we have seen a significant shift in the behavior of world leaders, suggesting that North Korea may have either threatened them or communicated in a way that is causing significant changes. Furthermore, given that we haven't seen your face, how can we be so certain that you are an alien?" By the end, the journalist was trembling with terror. In a nation that was once infamous for its ruthlessness, he has called into doubt the identity of the Supreme Leader himself. He mustered up the guts to pose the final query.

"That's a good query. Tell me, dear journalist, does North Korea or this group of foreigners you mention benefit in any way by residing here? We have resources much richer than here in the asteroid belts of Saturn itself. If we had needed something, Mars itself would have provided it. And if you're talking about abusing human labor, we wouldn't have brought so many of our own people and told them to go to work. We would have captured you or kidnapped you, rather than doing a live stream 24/7 of those people who had been captured in your so called 'invasion.'"

Robin didn't become furious at all and answered the question precisely. Since he had chosen to open the bag of worms, he was prepared to respond to any hard questions as well as any inquiries that might be biased or prejudiced.

He was going to do that right away to avoid misleading the general public since these world leaders were planning to talk about aliens. The populace has been under the corrupts' influence for a very long time; it was time for them to realize this so that at least some of them may be set free.

"But is the Supreme Leader an alien?"

"Does it really matter if I an alien or not? My identity doesn't change the fact that I am determined to bring humanity together to space. Humanity has fought over religions, races, ethnicities over hundreds of years. And if I belong to a particular group of ethnicity and religion, then we will find out false and fabricated proofs of showing favoritism. So I will hide my identity till I can so that people need to understand what wrong they had been doing since the ancient times."

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