The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] Chapter 764: When Truth Hit the Feeds

Apparently, it was sothing people back at Zone Four had predicted.

Knowing that they were dealing with an attack rather than a natural phenonon, they figured soone out there would be eager to witness the fallout between the orcs and the humans. And because of that, it would be best to prepare statents.

Statents they could publicly publish.

Statents that would show the sheer scale of the threat they had faced.

Statents that would later prove just how competently and quietly the Empire had handled such a dangerous situation.

The enemies wanted discord.

They wanted fear.

So wouldn’t it be better to show them the opposite instead?

After all, those terrorists could not be allowed to continue when they had already lost two of their comrades. The number was far less than what they lost on the front lines every day, but the fact that this had been a preditated attack ant soone needed to answer for it.

Admittedly, Deputy Officer Curtis found the enemy’s approach clever. A seemingly harmless leak of worried families asking why their relatives had not returned as expected, followed by letting the news snowball on its own.

If they had not known about the orchestration beforehand, it would have taken ti to discover the ruse.

But because they did, they were able to ask everyone to hold off on outside contact long enough to allow for the enemy to make a move.

And sure enough, the move ca.

The eagerly waiting military officials answered imdiately.

What they did not expect was for the other soldiers to jump in and answer as well. Yet maybe because of the nature of those responses, it was those posts that ended up shifting the entire narrative.

And those sa posts were now being displayed in one of the tense eting rooms at the capital.

"Zone Four Crisis Averted."

"The Marshal Declares Neutralization of Catastrophic Threat"

"The Imperial Palace Comnds Rapid Resolution and Multi-Unit Operation."

Now, those posts were great and all, but the organizer’s particular crisis began with a video.

A single clip uploaded by a soldier, now pinned to the top of Star Net, and rapidly climbing into the millions.

It opened with static.

Then the battlefield filled the screen.

The cara shook violently as the pilot recording it struggled to keep their cha upright. Mutated beasts scread in the distance. Warning alarms blared. The sky trembled with the sound of the approaching tide.

A terrified voice could be heard through the mic, raw and hoarse.

"Shit. Oh shit. That thing is coming back."

The horizon darkened.

A towering wall of water rose, dragging debris and twisted monsters within it.

The pilot prayed under his breath, desperation clear in his voice.

"God help us all."

Others in the background were shouting, trying to scramble to higher ground. Sparks flew. Armor cracked. One cha toppled and was pulled under by a raging beast, its pilot screaming for help.

The video’s colors distorted from the sheer debris in the air.

Then the ground shook.

A crimson shape dropped from the sky in a violent arc.

It slamd into the horde just ahead of the recording soldier.

The recording jolted as the shockwave hit him, and a very heartfelt yet panicked yelp escaped the soldier’s mouth.

The red cha pushed forward, shield humming with brutal force before releasing a blast that threw the monsters back like shredded cloth.

"Holy hell, what the—?!" the pilot gasped.

The video then cut to another angle.

More chas were falling from above, white silhouettes streaking down like teors. Their armor glead unnaturally bright despite the ruin. They landed with precision, ripping beasts off wrecked units and dragging injured pilots to safety.

From the soldier’s point of view, they looked like streaks of light bursting through smoke.

More curses filled the audio, this ti sounding more like disbelief than fear.

Then the video changed again.

The pilot must have looked up.

A new figure filled the screen.

A white and gold cha stood between the survivors and the oncoming tsunami. The water roared behind it, wild and rciless, yet the cha did not move.

Instead, the tide buckled.

The waves curled inward, spiraling toward the white machine as if sucking all of it into the void. The sound was unreal, an echoing roar turning into a hollow, violent hiss.

The soldier behind the cara could only squeak out one line.

"What in the stars..."

He had fild it from behind the white cha, so nothing of how it happened was clear. But the important part was obvious.

They lived because that cha blocked the tsunami.

Moreover, they survived because the others ca.

A cut flashed.

And the cara picked up sothing that should not have existed.

Dark tendrils rose from the coastline, unfurling like an abyss blooming on water. The colossal mass pulsated and spread outward in monstrous waves.

A chorus of curses erupted from the comms.

Several voices cracked at the sa ti.

"No. Nope. No way. No way in hell—"

But before the panic reached its peak, a streak of blinding movent crossed the fra.

Several chas appeared.

They slashed once, then vanished.

They reappeared at a different angle, hit again, then disappeared like smoke.

The cara could not even track them.

They were too fast.

In truth, several voices were captured in the audio, but anyone watching the video would find it difficult to concentrate on them, especially as the fighting intensified.

There were desperate scenes, then the arrival of more help, and even the arrival of the Marshal. But what was difficult to forget was probably the last scene.

The screen cut again.

A shadow descended from above.

A colossal black figure landed with a thundering impact that drowned out all other sounds. The ground tore open beneath it. Waves of corruption burst like ruptured bubbles. The dark bloom collapsed, shredded and crushed in one sweeping strike.

Only the final mont of the destruction made it into the video, yet it was enough.

When the video panned out to see the kind of devastation that happened in Zone Four, it was obvious what kind of fight everyone had gone through.

Silence hung for three seconds.

Then the pilot recording the footage exhaled shakily.

The sound was half a sob. But right as he did, a chorus of celebratory screams could be heard.

The video ended there.

But on Star Net, millions of comnts were just pouring in.

And as everyone in the eting room stared at the comnts section flying too fast for human eyes, Adrian slowly asked, "So... who exactly wants to volunteer to tell the public that their returning heroes were given a booth at the shittiest part of the convention hall?"