This unprecedented breach of composure was captured by the active communication arrays, transmitting a faint feedback loop directly into the supreme council chamber.
Marshal Christopher, Commander Victor, Commander Sharon, and General Arthur were all taken aback, staring in surprise at the slightly blurry holographic projection of Regional Governor Clarence.
What could have possibly caused this cold intelligence chief, renowned for his absolute rationality and unshakable calm, to completely lose his cool like this?
“I understand.
Reroute the active transmission feed over to this coordinate block,” Regional Governor Clarence commanded, returning his focus to the central briefing.
Under the bewildered stares of the high command, he paused for a fraction of a second before speaking in a profoundly strained, strange register.
“Gentlemen…
it appears that a registered professional within human territory has successfully bonded with a Red Mythic-tier combat summon.” Boom!
The announcement struck the supreme council chamber like a literal nuclear warhead detonating over a perfectly placid lake.
“That is mathematically impossible!” Commander Victor was the first to explode, slamming his massive fist onto the long table as he bellowed at his screen.
“Humanity has been integrated into the Endless Continent for three whole centuries!
Historically, our frontline legions haven’t even caught sight of a High Grade Legendary beast in the wild, let alone a localized Mythic-tier entity!
Where would a rookie even find one?” The remaining regional commanders sat frozen in their seats, staring blankly at Regional Governor Clarence’s projection.
Their military logic dictated that the head of global cyber intelligence couldn’t possibly fabricate data during a strategic defense briefing, yet the reality was so thoroughly preposterous they secretly wondered if the neural link was scrambling their auditory sensors.
Regional Governor Clarence didn’t bother to argue.
He merely funneled a crisp directive into his communicator.
“Sync the active recording files and the primary live transmission feeds directly to the central council display.” Within the next millisecond, two massive virtual displays uncoiled across the center of the circular room.
The screens shifted focus, split between the rolling highlight loop and the live, real-time instance broadcast.
The moment the high command witnessed Zoro systematically slicing hundreds of high-defense Black Rock Giants in a single strike, their pupils shrunk to razor pinpricks.
Then, the display shifted to the second wave.
They watched the skeleton unleash a volcanic wave of Conqueror’s Haki, instantly dropping thousands of elite cavalrymen into dead faints before executing a lightning-fast rapid draw to decapitate the Level 12 Boss General.
Every single general involuntarily bolted out of their leather chairs.
They stared intently at the green-haired skeleton, completely captivated by its fluid, devastating martial arts choreography.
General Arthur stood perfectly paralyzed, his eyes locked onto the black-haired teenager standing behind the summon.
Leon!
How on earth is it you, kid?!
“There is absolutely no doubt about it,” Commander Victor breathed, his eyes wide as he evaluated the destructive radius.
“That entity operates strictly at a verified Red Mythic tier.” “Exactly.
Only a true Mythic-tier asset could clear the first and second waves of a Nightmare-Hard instance dungeon with that level of absolute, terrifying efficiency.” Commander Sharon observed Leon’s portrait with immense interest, a sharp glint dancing across her eyes.
“Heh.
But the biological data makes zero sense.
That framework is explicitly a common Skeleton Soldier.
Even if the soul-binding sequence triggered a localized mutation, the scaling laws shouldn’t look this broken.” “Perhaps this structural anomaly is directly tied to the recent manifestation of the Sequence Artifact,” Regional Governor Clarence reasoned smoothly, adjusting his data tracks.
Right then, the final phase of the trial dungeon commenced across the live display feed.
The high command immediately fell silent, locking their focus back onto the screen.
Within mere seconds, an agonizing elemental shriek blasted through the council chamber’s audio arrays.
Watching the green-haired skeleton completely disregard the laws of physics to bypass Advanced Elementalization and delete the Fire Dragon Emperor Avatar in a single flash left them entirely stunned.
Commander Victor violently slammed both hands onto the table, his voice booming like thunder.
“This kid belongs to the Fourth War Zone!
I am officially locking down his contract!
Nobody else is allowed to lay a single finger on him!” Commander Sharon let out a cold, mocking sneer.
“You think you can just claim a global miracle through raw shouting?
Don’t be ridiculous.
I am personally taking this boy back to the Second War Zone.” “What did you just say to me?
You want to try and steal an asset from my operational sector?” Commander Victor’s face twisted with rage as he glared aggressively at her.
Sharon didn’t back down an inch.
The two legendary commanders locked eyes, their killing intent surging so heavily that the surrounding holographic fields began to flicker.
“You think your sector’s basic physical training programs are enough to nurture a Mythic talent?
Stop wasting everyone’s time!
The Second War Zone’s comprehensive educational platforms and resource infrastructure sit at the absolute pinnacle of human territory!” The two generals degenerated into a fierce verbal brawl, their virtual projections leaning in so close they almost merged, completely throwing their dignified military titles straight out the window.
They looked exactly like two street thugs fighting over turf in a back alley.
Regional Governor Clarence tracked the absolute chaos before clearing his throat helplessly.
“Ahem.
Generals, if you are planning to organize a physical kidnapping, perhaps you should consult General Arthur first.
Technically speaking, that boy belongs to his direct household.” “What?!” Sharon and Victor screamed simultaneously, their voices spiking up an octave as they whirled around, their eyes written with total disbelief as they stared at General Arthur.
Hearing his name, General Arthur forcefully snapped out of the hypnotic daze the live combat footage had locked him into.
Feeling the sudden, burning intensity of their gazes boring into his soul, he let out a dry cough, attempting to plaster a severe, professional expression over his face.
But the sheer, smug satisfaction bleeding through his eyebrows was mathematically impossible to conceal.
The corners of his mouth were curving upward so aggressively that not even a machine gun could have pinned them down.
“Old Arthur?
That kid…
is he actually connected to your family?” Sharon narrowed her eyes, evaluating the general’s telltale micro-expressions.
General Arthur finally lost his battle with gravity, his face splitting into a brilliant, wide-open grin that showed every single tooth in his jaw.
His expression was so blindingly smug it looked radioactive.
“Ah…
you mean Leon?
Well, yes, he does happen to share a rather intimate connection with my household.
The boy is my legally adopted son.” “What?!” The collective roar from Commander Victor and Commander Sharon practically tore the roof off the virtual council chamber.
Their eyes were wide as copper bells, filled with a highly toxic mixture of deep shock, structural envy, and a feeling that the universe was playing favorites.
“This is a statistical crime!
The system is completely rigged!” Commander Victor was so consumed by jealousy his eyes turned bloodshot, and he violently beat his chest in pure frustration.
“Your biological daughter is a Mythical-tier Sword Saint!
And now your adopted son turns out to be a Red Mythic Beastmaster!” “General Arthur!
Did you literally step in the Creator God’s own excrement on your way out of bed this morning?!
Your family’s luck completely defies the laws of probability!” “Old Arthur, look at it logically,” Sharon interjected smoothly, adjusting her strategy.
“Your Fifth War Zone already commands your daughter’s future development.
Let the boy migrate to my Second War Zone; I personally guarantee our elite divisions will exhaust every corporate reserve to maximize his scaling.” “Don’t listen to her, Arthur!” Victor barked.
“I won’t even hold a grudge against you for always stealing my lighter back when we were roommates in the military academy!
Let the kid register with my Fourth War Zone; our frontline meat-grinders are exactly where a combatant grows the fastest!” “Old Arthur, I happen to recall you expressing a distinct interest in my childhood best friend’s personal contact details,” Sharon added, unleashing a blatant honey-trap maneuver.
“I can easily arrange an intimate dinner introduction for you next week.” “You utterly assignment-dodging woman!” Victor yelled, throwing his arms up.
“You are actually deploying psychological warfare to seduce a brother officer!
But your conspiracy is doomed to fail; my brother Arthur is an honorable soldier who would never fall for—” “Ahem.
Well, to be perfectly fair, that is an operational parameter we can certainly analyze further,” Arthur interrupted naturally.
Commander Victor’s entire frame locked up, his jaw dropping as he snapped his head around to glare at General Arthur.
Arthur’s cheeks flared with a light blush, though he maintained his ground.
“Her childhood best friend truly does possess an exceptional tactical aesthetic.” Realizing his old classmate was on the absolute verge of surrendering to a structural honey-trap, Victor’s face hardened, and he went straight for nuclear blackmail.
“I don’t care anymore, Arthur!
If you don’t assign this kid’s contract to the Fourth War Zone, I am going to broadcast the medical data regarding your chronic kidney deficiency to every frontline platoon tonight!” “Victor, you absolute degenerate!
You are spreading malicious, unverified propaganda!” General Arthur completely lost his remaining military composure.
His face flushed a deep, panicked crimson as he slammed both fists onto the conference table, his holographic avatar flickering violently under his physical movements.
“If you dare compromise my operational privacy again, I will mobilize my personal vanguard, deploy to the Fourth War Zone, and challenge your un-dying soul to a formal martial duel right on your command terminal!” “All of you, shut your mouths!” Marshal Christopher finally reached his absolute limit.
He unleashed a low, resonant bark packed with the unyielding authority accumulated across three centuries of supreme military rule, instantly freezing the absolute chaos in the chamber.
He looked around the table at his elite regional commanders—individuals who were currently screaming insults, launching blackmail schemes, and exposing each other’s dirty laundry over a teenage rookie without a single shred of professional dignity left intact.
The old marshal felt an odd mixture of deep amusement and absolute exasperation.
But deeper than any frustration, a profound wave of relief and an unshielded, burning excitement surged within the depths of his ancient eyes.
He turned his gaze back toward the final, frozen frames of the black-haired teenager standing calmly amidst the absolute inferno of the trial dungeon screen.
The fourth Mythic-tier powerhouse of the human race had manifested in the most volatile, unpredictable manner possible.
Yet, within the gathering storm of their existential crisis, an unmistakable glimmer of hope had officially ignited across the horizon.