The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 764

Chapter 764: When Truth Hit the Feeds

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

Knowing that they were dealing with an attack rather than a natural phenomenon, they figured someone 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 statements. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Statements they could publicly publish.

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

Statements 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 premeditated attack meant someone 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 time 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 came.

The eagerly waiting military officials answered immediately.

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 same posts were now being displayed in one of the tense meeting rooms at the capital.

"Zone Four Crisis Averted."

"The Marshal Declares Neutralization of Catastrophic Threat"

"The Imperial Palace Commends 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 camera shook violently as the pilot recording it struggled to keep their mecha upright. Mutated beasts screamed 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 mecha 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 slammed 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 mecha 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.

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