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... o, I’d never actually received a naturalization offer.

I just threw it out there.

If the Chairman reacted — great. If not — oh well.

“You’re saying... you’ve received a naturalization offer?”

Not even a flicker of emotion on his face.

...Wait. Is he bluffing?

“Mr. Song, you currently have no official achievements. There’s no reason any country would make you an offer.”

“When I first returned to Earth, I stood unharmed against countless atta ...

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