You said mechs were going to fight monsters, but instead you're destroying stars with your bare

Chapter 163 The Attack of the False Men

“Mr. Consultant…” The director’s voice trembled slightly, “There was a slight… accident with my ‘product’, someone overturned the table.”

I saw it; it was a wonderful performance.

The voice was completely flat, as if commenting on a drama that had nothing to do with him.

"Stop making sarcastic remarks!" the director roared in a low voice. "I was the one who pushed Yang up there, but you opened the 'back door' for her performance evaluation data! Her lousy thesis was also provided as a 'reference template' by you! If she is thoroughly investigated, neither of us will escape unscathed!"

Please be mindful of your wording. I am merely an 'advisor,' offering suggestions on some 'possibilities.' You yourself chose the quickest path.

"Enough with the nonsense!" The director grabbed his hair in frustration. "We have to solve this problem now! I need you to use your resources to find that 'ghost' who leaked this information and shut him up completely! At the same time, I need airtight evidence to pin this all on a dead person or someone who can't be found!"

The voice in my head fell silent for a moment, seemingly assessing the situation.

[Additional compensation is needed...]

"Say!"

I need the highest-level 'Data Observer' privileges in the mecha pilot assessment system backend—not temporary, but permanent.

The director felt a chill run down his spine.

This permission means that the other party can monitor in real time, and even modify the data of all candidates in certain circumstances.

This is practically equivalent to handing over the lifeline of the entire assessment system to the other party.

You have no choice, Director.

The "advisor's" voice seemed to see through his hesitation.

[Either you are utterly disgraced and torn to pieces by the angry public and your political enemies, or you give me the authority and I will turn this into a 'successful counter-espionage case,' making you a 'hero who turned the tide,' and that ghost will be made a 'spy who committed suicide out of guilt,' with all the evidence pointing to him.]

The immense temptation and deadly threat caused the director's psychological defenses to completely collapse.

"Okay...I promise you!"

A wise choice; let's wait for good news.

Communication is interrupted.

The director let out a long sigh of relief, slumped into his chair, his back soaked with cold sweat.

He felt like he had just made a deal with the devil.

But at least, there seems to be hope for a solution to the current crisis...

Meanwhile, in a dimly lit room in a certain city.

The ground was littered with severed limbs and broken legs...

In the center of the room, an unremarkable-looking person put down the black communicator in his hand, a cold and eerie smile appearing on his face...

……

Construction site of the Third New Tokyo City.

The orders from higher command were quickly transmitted to the head of the monitoring team at the front line via an encrypted channel.

The head of the inspection team, who had been hoping for some effective solutions from his superiors, was completely dumbfounded after hearing these instructions.

He looked at the flawed explanation on the screen, then at the builders outside fighting fiercely.

For a moment, I didn't know whether I should be angry or saddened by this absurd order.

They attempted to disperse the crowd using tear gas and water cannons.

But in front of this group of "supermen" who were already bloodthirsty, these little tricks were no different from tickling an itch.

Now, the orders from above have forced them to completely abandon their role as "arbitrators."

They were tasked with carrying out the lies, accusing the angry workers of being “thugs” in order to protect a fraudster who had already been exposed.

The head of the inspection team helplessly put down the communicator.

"Oh shit……"

"Destroy it, I'm tired."

He watched helplessly as this internal war, under this absurd set of directives, escalated and expanded, ultimately spiraling completely out of control…

Outside of this chaos.

Li Zhe floated silently hundreds of meters in the air.

With the help of signal camouflage, no one can detect it.

He took in the chaotic battlefield below, his eyes remaining completely unmoved.

With Zero's assistance, Li Zhe had already identified those "pseudo-boxers" hiding in the crowd, constantly stirring up trouble and fearing nothing more than peace and quiet.

They are the catalysts for this chaos.

Sometimes she transforms into an indignant "victim," using tearful accusations to provoke the anger of men.

At other times, he becomes a fanatical "theorist," providing "theoretical basis" for this war with all sorts of dubious fallacies and heresies.

Like a group of highly skilled actors, they seamlessly switch between different roles.

This farce was pushed step by step into an abyss from which there was no way to recover.

Li Zhe did not make a move immediately.

He is waiting.

Waiting for the best opportunity.

When everyone was exhausted by this meaningless internal strife and began to doubt the legitimacy of the war.

He wants to use the most direct and violent methods to uproot these hidden cancers and expose them to the public!
He wanted everyone to see clearly who their real enemy was!

but……

Is waiting like this really useful?

i wipe...

The Third New Tokyo City isn't even finished yet, but the Macross is going to be built first?

The version updates are so rapid, my ancestral ball is terrifyingly strong.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The battle in the square has been going on for several hours.

Everyone was bloodthirsty, and their physical and mental strength were on the verge of collapse.

The initial passion and anger seem to have gradually been replaced by numbness...

That's when.

Zero delivered bad news.

[Commander, there's no point in waiting any longer. Their cerebral cortex has been completely covered by abyssal memes, and conventional physical attacks or mental interventions cannot reverse it. They... are no longer purely human.]

……

Crisis Era Year 1, August 15st, late at night.

Huazhou Beidu, the highest strategic command center of the United Government.

The enormous circular conference table was as cold as iron, and the holographic projection in the center was broadcasting live the shocking chaos at the construction site of "Third New Tokyo City".

Ice spikes and fireballs raged through the crowd as engineering mechs swung their massive mechanical arms, slamming their former comrades to the ground like toys.

This is no longer a simple brawl; it is an ugly and absurd civil war that has taken place on the very foundation of human hope.

Each and every one of you here is a major figure who can determine the fate of Earth.

But at this moment.

Their faces showed nothing but shock.

More than anything, it's a profound sense of powerlessness...

(End of this chapter)