Chapter 928 - This Game Is Too Realistic

Chapter 928 - The Undercover Became the Boss Honestly, the morale in the warzone was a bit shaken. After obtaining the "ancestral" power armor from Julius, he thought his mission was over. He intended to leave the rest to the survivors of Triumph City and return to the forum to boast about his achievements. What he didn't anticipate was that the fervent inhabitants of Triumph City wouldn't let him leave and instead hoisted him to the position of consul. He thought these folks must surely be crazy. At most, he had only ever commanded up to a centurion's rank, having never commanded two thousand men, let alone overseeing a survivor organization sprawling across millions of square kilometers. However, other Wellanders didn't see it that way. Not to mention Razor and a few ministers who later found him, even his long-time "comrade" Penny earnestly declared that no one was more suitable for the position than him. The legion needed reform. They wanted to abolish obsolete and unequal laws, establish new rules, and unite the Wellanders in the entire settlement with other survivors from various races. As Penny put it, this wasn't just the late Marshal's wish, but also the collective choice of all Wellanders fed up with the lies of the thousands. He was completely taken aback by her comments. Wow, the true alliance rested within Triumph City?! The girl was even more of an "ally" than he was as an undercover agent—he had never suggested that the Wellanders emulate the alliance's societal model. Unable to make up his mind, he finally logged out and wrote a few hundred-word report, submitting his intelligence to the administrator through the official task page, hoping the latter could offer him some guidance. To his dismay, after waiting for ages, he only received a message, which made Chu Guang chuckle as he closed the holographic window hovering in front of him and set aside his holographic computer pen. "This guy is starting to play my game." Looks like he wants a "slice"! Although he said this, in all honesty, he never altered the drop rate for any player. There were indeed some players in the "server" blessed with ridiculous luck, hitting jackpots every time. But the lottery functions were truly random and had nothing to do with him as the planner. These guys were simply pampered. Blaming him if a story NPC died, a quest went awry, they lost something, or even if they were constipated. If you can't handle PVE, play single-player! Perched on Chu Guang's shoulder, Little Seven, while scanning the forum's official site, let out a faint sigh. "…It's such a pity." Seeing such a gigantic entity, spanning over three million square kilometers and encompassing numerous prosperous eras, collapse like this... Although it didn't particularly like the legion, it saw shades of its master in Marshal Julius. Although he is still young, there might come a day when he grows old… The alliance too. It's an ordeal every organic being cannot escape, no matter how much it wishes to stay by his side until all stars extinguish, and the universe reaches thermal death. However, Chu Guang didn't perceive Little Seven's "pity" as far-reaching; he simply thought the sprite clinging to his shoulder was lamenting the fate of the legion and Marshal Julius. However, there wasn't much to pity. Every train reaches its station. Just like his young players can't stay in the starter village playing with mud forever. Or in the distant future, the alliance he knows might become unfamiliar to him. "Instead of lamenting the legion's disbandment, it's more of a miracle that such a massive and deformed beast could last a century and a half without toppling." It was like a monster physically dead, its limbs no longer obeying its brain. The south wanted more land, the west sought independence, the east only wished to quietly amass wealth and farm, and the north was doing something unknown within the Arctic Circle. Compared to it, even the Mongol Empire, its closest resemblance, lasted only 53 years before breaking into the era of the four Khans. Chu Guang gently patted Little Seven on the head and whispered. "…The legion wasn't meant to accompany the Wellanders forever; its end has come, and that's it." Though, it does evoke some contemplation. For a long time, the radical faction dominated the alliance's social ideologies. But after meeting the antiquated conservatives of the Boral Province, they were so artistically educated that they began questioning their beliefs, eventually shifting rightward. And for over a hundred years, the ever steadfastly right-leaning legion, after getting a foot stuck in Boral's quagmire, unexpectedly gave birth to many leftist ideologies. Fate is indeed an elusive entity. At that moment, footsteps echoed from outside the room. Perched on Chu Guang's shoulder, Little Seven sensibly hopped back into the pen holder. Hearing the knock at the door, Chu Guang cleared his throat and responded. "Come in." The visitor was Lü Bei. The young man carried an excited expression, his right fist placed against his chest, offering a respectful salute. "Sir, our intelligence system recently received news of an upheaval in Triumph City! The legion commander of the southern legions, Tyre, delivered a public speech condemning Triumph City's residents for betraying the frontline soldiers and all Wellanders, accusing the civilian group and the guards of colluding and being responsible for Marshal Julius's death, as well as forging his will!" "Specific details are still under investigation, but one thing is certain: there's internal strife within the legions! The southern legion's plan to drag Triumph City onto the battlefield has utterly failed!" Listening to Lü Bei's report, Chu Guang displayed no surprise. He had already learned part of the events through the forum, even clearer than what the Guard Corps had discovered. As for the southern legion's response, it was entirely within his expectations. "The gamblers have become overtly reckless, starting to play unfairly, but given their current state, they can at best make some bluster and indulge in ranting. They likely lack the strength to march into Triumph City to 'suppress the rebellion'… What about the other legions?" Lü Bei continued his report. "The western legion has withdrawn its fleet from the Boral Sea, the eastern legion is increasing its troop presence at our borders but hasn't made any further moves… As for the northern legion, details are still under investigation, though our gathered intelligence shows no signs of significant action." Chu Guang nodded. "The western legion is likely preparing for independence, and the eastern legion probably is as well. But considering our historical grievances, that Saron likely fears we might launch a surprise attack amidst the chaos. We'll remain stationed, avoid provocation, and closely monitor their border deployments." Chu Guang had met with the eastern legion's commander, the man was a quintessential oligarch. Such individuals, although cunning, have a weaker external ambition compared to internal ambitions. Unless pushed excessively hard by internal interest groups, he prefers to leave things as they are, posing minimal external threat. After all, why gamble when you can quietly gain fortune? This sentiment was evident when they drove the desperate Griffon to death, betraying the entire expansion faction. The landlords of the eastern legion have now profited from trade with the eastern world, making them even less likely to actively disrupt the equilibrium between both parties. If so, where would they spend their amassed silver coins? As for the dramatic changes in Triumph City, it's possible that such upheaval was just what that commander Saron desired. Of course, shedding a few tears for the fallen legion remains essential; how else would he demonstrate his loyalty? Chu Guang suddenly was a bit eager to witness this ruler's performance. He hoped the "top gentleman" of the Great Rift didn't miss his invitation… To be continued.