A beautiful girl who transmigrates into a Herrscher of the Void is treated like an elf and conquered

“The display device, especially the ‘Territory’.”

Origami continued to press, her voice still calm, but each question became more pointed than the last.

"Its theoretical basis comes from the 'otherworldly technology' discovered after the Eurasian cataclysm. DEM Company has absolute interpretation rights and patent rights to it. We use it, train it, and rely on it to fight against the elves. But do we really understand its essence? The elf said, 'Its origin is the same as ours.'"

A brief silence fell over the briefing room. Only the faint hum of the air conditioning system could be heard.

Liaozi's expression turned somewhat helpless.

"Origami! These technical issues are not our concern! Our duty is to use the equipment issued by our superiors to eliminate the elves and protect the people! As for DEM Corporation and the technological politics behind it, that's not our business!"

Origami slowly turned her head to look at her captain and asked the most crucial, and also the most dangerous, question.

"...If the elves are not a natural disaster. If their existence, even their power, is connected to the technology we use, and even to the catastrophe of thirty years ago itself, then what is the meaning of everything we do now—the battles, even the sacrifices?"

She paused, her mind flashing back to the almost endless mechanical army constructed by the new elf, and his final declaration of war.

"Furthermore, the power and organization displayed by 'The Law of Reason' are unlike any of the previous Elves. It has declared 'war on all those who conceal the truth.' What if... what if the Elves are no longer passively manifesting to cause spacequakes, but instead transform into an organized, purposeful, and even technologically advanced... hostile civilization? With the power that our AST, and even DEM, have currently demonstrated, can we cope?"

Ryoko Kusakabe was completely stunned. She looked at Origami as if she were seeing her subordinate, who usually only knew how to fight and train, for the first time.

These questions were like hammers, striking the walls of her beliefs that she had never deeply considered, making her feel a strange sense of panic and...fear.

She couldn't answer. She could only slam her hand on the table, her voice carrying a hint of wavering that she herself didn't even realize.

"Enough! Sergeant Tobiichi! These are all baseless speculations! It's psychological warfare by the enemy! Your mission is to focus on combat, not to let these unfounded things shake morale! That's enough for today's report, go and rest!"

Origami quietly looked at her captain for a few seconds, then didn't argue further. She gave a perfect military salute.

"Yes, Captain."

Then she turned and left the briefing room. The door closed behind her, temporarily separating her from that heavy, unspeakable doubt.

But she knew that some seeds, once planted, would quietly take root and sprout.

The words of the elf who called himself "Walter," along with the incredible power he displayed, had pierced her absolutely rational mind like a thorn.

She needed answers. And the answers provided by AST and DEM officials no longer seemed to fully convince her.

......

Origami Tobiichi left Ryoko Kusakabe's briefing room with a lingering sense of unease.

As she walked through the base's internal passageway toward the changing room, she could hear the hushed conversations of other AST logistics personnel and technicians along the way, the content of which had long since transcended the battle itself.

"Have you heard? That battle just now..."

“It’s not just hearsay; my hometown is in the eastern district of Tiangong City. My parents just heard it in the shelter!”

"What did you hear?"

"What that new elf said! It was broadcast over the vault's loudspeaker! She asked why spacequakes are only a few decades old, and even said that the manifestation device and the elves might share a common origin..."

"Really?! This is outrageous!"

"It's absolutely true! It's spreading like wildfire outside! Discussions about it are popping up online, though they're being censored very quickly..."

"My God... what is this elf trying to do? Try to demoralize the troops?"

Origami paused slightly, her expression unchanged, but she heard these words clearly.

(That elf... actually broadcast the conversation? His target isn't just us on the battlefield, but the whole society?)

As she stepped out of the AST base, she noticed that many of the passersby, who usually hurried by, were now gathered in small groups, whispering amongst themselves, their faces showing confusion and a hint of unease. Fragmented words drifted into her ears:

"...Did you hear that? That broadcast..."

"...They say DEM company is concealing the truth..."

"...The elves have declared war...Have we been doing something wrong all along?"

"...That's terrifying. If the elves really are organized..."

There was a tension in the air that was different from that of a space earthquake alarm; it was a sense of bewilderment and restlessness that arose from the challenge to established beliefs.

Origami walked indifferently through the crowd, but the words and the questions in her heart intertwined, making her eyes even more profound.

"That newly appeared...target, their abilities are too bizarre, they're actually constructs..."

"And those words... sounded like they knew a lot of inside information?"

"A gag order has been issued from above, prohibiting any discussion of battle details, especially the target's last remarks."

"I understand... However, I heard that civilian communications and broadcasting signals in the vicinity were severely interfered with at the time?"

Origami paused slightly in her steps.

(Interference? Is it just interference?)

As someone who experienced it firsthand, she felt it was more like some kind of targeted information projection. But organizational discipline kept her silent.

.........

"Dirty trick!"

Alan Mathers' voice came through the encrypted communication line, and even through the electronic devices, one could feel her almost tangible rage.

"That damned rat! Not only is it as slippery as an eel, but it also resorts to such despicable means!"

On the other end of the screen, Isaac Ray Pelham Westcott held a glass of red wine, but his face wore a playful smile, as if he were enjoying a good show.

“Relax, Allen. It’s just the noise of a dying struggle.”

He gently swirled his wine glass. "Questioning, inciting, creating chaos... these are the tricks the weak always use. But it has only proven that our path is correct, and they are afraid."

He said slowly and deliberately, "Our 'friends' have already taken action."

All abnormal broadcast signals received within a specific time period and area will be uniformly classified as malicious terrorist psychological attacks and hacking activities carried out by exploiting electromagnetic wave chaos during the spacequake.

“But what he said…” Allen gritted his teeth, “has already had a terrible impact! We must act immediately before he causes even more damage…”

“Of course we must take action.” Westcott interrupted her, his smile unchanged, but his eyes were cold.

"But that doesn't mean you should charge in like an enraged bull. Prepare a statement immediately, in the name of DEM, no, through the channels of our 'partners,' and get the official side to step in."

"What about the contents?" Allen pressed.

"Content?" Westcott chuckled. "Nothing more than some clumsy, conspiracy-themed nonsense, trying to twist the 'natural disaster' into a man-made conspiracy to create social panic. No specific, sensitive information about the 'spirits' or the 'manifestation device' will be leaked. What the public will hear will be filtered and distorted, meaningless noise and fragmented rumors. Our information processing department will do this very efficiently."

He took a sip of his drink and continued, "It is characterized as—a malicious, premeditated terrorist psychological warfare and hacking attack that exploited vulnerabilities in the public broadcasting system during the spacequake crisis."

"The emphasis is on creating social panic. As for that so-called 'Walter' and his 'anti-entropy'..."

Westcott gave a disdainful smile.

"...Just say it's a poor impersonation by some extremist group, or simply blame it on those rat organizations that have always suspected us and are hiding in the gutter. What the public needs is a simple and easy-to-understand explanation and a clear enemy, not a disturbing truth."

He paused and added.

"As for the slight wavering that may occur within AST... that requires you and your colleagues to strengthen 'belief'. What we need are warriors, not philosophers."

“I understand.” Allen regained his composure, his tone becoming decisive again. “I’ll take care of it immediately. As for the elf itself…”

“Continue the search, prioritize it to the highest level. His abilities are interesting, and that mouth… it’s too noisy. He poses a new and unexpected threat to our ‘cause.’ I need you to bring him back, Allen.”

Westcott put down his glass.

"I need him, whether he's lying on the lab table or completely silent."

Chapter 13 Control

At the same time the incident occurred, an efficient information control system was quickly launched.

Almost simultaneously with the DEM statement, official news channels at the Tiangong City and even national levels began issuing emergency announcements.

A serious-looking spokesperson appeared on television and online live broadcasts:

"...It is reported that during today's space earthquake, terrorist organizations took advantage of the electromagnetic pulse effect caused by the disaster and the public's panic to briefly and illegally intrude into and interfere with public frequency bands in some areas, spreading a large amount of false noise and confusing information. The content of this information is absurd and aims to undermine social stability..."

"...Regarding the incident during today's spacequake warning where some shelter broadcasting systems were illegally hacked and used to broadcast false information, officials have now confirmed that this was an extremely malicious cyber terrorist attack."

The so-called experts invited by the TV station gave their interpretations. The invited "security experts" spoke eloquently on television, explaining how terrorists exploited loopholes in disasters and emphasizing that space earthquakes are a scientifically verified natural phenomenon, urging the public not to believe or spread rumors.

"The claims that 'the elves question the cause of the spacequake' and 'the origin of the manifestation device' are pure fabrications with ulterior motives. They are intended to exploit the public's anxiety during the disaster, spread panic, and undermine social stability. Their aim is to weaken humanity's will and unity in fighting the disaster."

"Currently, there is no evidence to suggest that this unusual signal is related to any unfounded rumors such as 'spirits.' All claims about 'spirits' are baseless and part of the rumors; please do not believe them. Relevant departments are making every effort to trace the source of the hacker and are strengthening the security of all public systems. We urge the public to remain calm, not to believe or spread such false rumors, and to rely on official announcements for all information."

Regarding internet censorship, any posts, videos, or comments attempting to discuss the "specific content of the broadcast" were quickly deleted or had their reach restricted. Instead, there was unanimous condemnation of "hackers/terrorists" and praise for the efficiency of the official disaster relief efforts.

This statement, highly consistent with the "technical explanation" and "background analysis" provided by DEM behind the scenes, quickly gained dominance in public opinion.

A large number of online commentators began to label any discussion of the broadcast content as "stupid," "easily swayed," or even "sympathetic to terrorism."

Within AST and DEM, a strict gag order was issued, and any discussion of "Walter" would be considered a violation of discipline.

They emphasized that their statements were a tactic to disrupt minds, and that all members must firmly believe in the correctness of the organization's goals and information.

.......

Origami walked home, watching official statements playing on television screens throughout the streets and alleys.

The passersby focused their conversation on the "despicable hacker" and the "terrifying spacequake," as if the mind-blowing broadcast and their discussion had never happened.

(Terrorist attack...signal jamming...)

She recalled the massive torrent of mechs constructed by the elf, which was by no means simple hacking technology.

I recall the penetrating power in his words and his omniscient demeanor.

(Is it really... just interference and rumors?)

The official, powerful, and unquestionable tone created a huge disconnect between it and the facts she witnessed and heard firsthand.

Her identity as an AST soldier prevented her from questioning it, but once the seed of doubt was planted, it would quietly grow in silence.

Unable to seek answers from the outside world, all her questions had to turn inward: reflecting on the mission of AST and examining the equipment provided by DEM.

Chapter 14: A Mistake That Leads to Laughter.

Shido, a resident of Fraxinus, is facing the biggest crisis of his life.

Meanwhile, the true eye of the storm—Senin Phoenix Institute—is experiencing a different kind of "social death."

Chiin suddenly emerged from the warm water of her bathtub, her long, icy blue hair clinging wetly to her cheeks and smooth back.

He/She coughed violently, choking on several mouthfuls of bathwater, his/her face filled with shock and extreme shame and indignation.

(He survived... Damn, he almost became the first Herrscher to drown in his own bathtub... If word gets out, Aha will laugh until the next Amber Age!)

A few minutes earlier, he had climbed in through the bathroom window like a thief, dragging his soaking wet, muddy, and torn "Walter" suit and costume.

Right now, all he wants is to immediately, instantly, and instantly undo this damn transformation, then throw himself into his bed armor and sleep until the end of the world!

He stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom, looking at the tall and handsome "Walter" in the mirror, dressed in a torn suit and spirit clothes, took a deep breath, and concentrated.

(Disengage! Disengage! Change back now! I don't want to wear this outfit for another second!)

Driven by his will, the [Omnibus Driver] at his waist emitted a faint light, and the familiar construction sound effect rang out!

"Rationality Sequence, Terminate!"

(Rational sequence terminated!)

The azure data stream enveloped his entire body once more, deconstructing him. Chiin could feel his spirit armor parts and suit vest gradually dissipating, which relieved him.

(Great...finally...)

However, just when he thought he was about to regain his male form, the light from the data stream suddenly stopped, then flickered a few times as if it had jammed, and finally... went out completely.

As the light faded, Chiin eagerly looked down at his body—what met his eyes was not the familiar flat chest and male features, but rather…

It was still that fair, delicate, and stunningly curvaceous female skin.

It still has that undeniable, full curve that rises and falls slightly with each breath.

She still had those long, straight legs that looked even more alluring when wet.

The tattered "Walter" suit jacket and shirt were gone, but the main body of the red and white Herrscher of Reason outfit—the off-shoulder tight-fitting top and short battle skirt—still clung tightly to his body, as if it had become a second skin! The crown of reason at the back of his head was even slowly spinning!

He, Chiin of the Phoenix Institute, transformed from a male elf dressed in men's clothing into... a female elf wearing only her core spirit armor, soaking wet, and revealing her curves!

(··…???)

(·WTE?!)