Do Your Own Revolution
Chapter 150

#150

“Huu……”

Several years ago.

On the day when the armistice treaty with the Republic was signed.

While an awkward dinner between high-ranking officials of the Empire and Republic continued in celebration of the armistice, two men sat facing each other inside a special room in the center of the conference hall.

Click. Click.

A middle-aged man with a fierce expression before notably luxurious food.

And opposite him, an elderly man with a modest meal and steaming tea before him.

The Republic’s Secretary General, Vladimir Medvedev.

And the Kalhyram Empire’s Emperor, Friedrich Franz Kalhyram.

The leaders of the two great powers that divided the continent sat eating while facing each other.

“You got us good, Emperor. To create such a toy in such a short time – thanks to that, our Republic bled quite a bit, didn’t it?”

The Secretary General, who had heartily devoured the meat on his plate, spoke first.

“Thanks to that, things got lively in our domestic politics, and those moderate faction bastards shut their mouths. From my position, it’s a blessing in disguise.”

Watching the Secretary General speak with a broad smile, the Emperor frowned in displeasure.

“We are here to discuss the armistice, Secretary General. After driving countless soldiers to their deaths, is it all just for such political games?”

“If you were planning to act like a saint while spouting pretty words, you wouldn’t have demanded such an outrageous war reparation as a condition for the armistice.”

Reconstruction costs for the border regions devastated by the war with the Republic? What nonsense.

The Secretary General spoke while waving the agreement already bearing his signature.

“This money you demanded from me is for nurturing your toy… the Special Magical Power Unit.”

“……”

“And today’s agreement is merely catching our breath to prepare for the next war. Nothing more, nothing less, isn’t it?”

Hearing these words, the Emperor turned his gaze away, while the Secretary General was smiling.

A childlike smile that couldn’t contain his excitement for the next battle.

The Emperor let out a low sigh and asked:

“If you knew that, why did you accept the agreement?”

If he truly wanted to stop the war, there was room to negotiate with the Republic.

Declaration of war’s end, peace treaty – there were more than enough options available.

But that man didn’t do so.

That war-crazed madman acknowledged defeat, accepted the humiliating loss, and spread fear of the Empire.

As if that was exactly what he had wanted.

“Because I saw the same thing you did.”

“What?”

“The otherworldly armies covering the sky, the burning earth, the end of the world.”

“…!”

“You weren’t the only one struggling while bearing the curse of knowledge, Emperor Friedrich.”

A brief exchange, and the Emperor at a loss for words.

Looking at the Emperor sitting across from him, the Secretary General spoke:

“Once, I tried to reform the Republic and stop this endless war between our nations. I even thought of washing away old grievances with the Empire and cooperating together to prepare for extinction.”

Because those who had seen the future of destruction had no choice but to do so.

“However, Emperor. You know well.”

“……”

“How foolish those ignorant masses are who can’t see beyond their noses.”

A clinking sound came from the teacup the Emperor was holding.

As if taking that as an answer, the Secretary General continued his speech:

“Therefore, Emperor. To prevent extinction, we need a superman to guide those ignorant masses.”

“Superman?”

“One who feels no guilt, makes no compromises, and carries out their given purpose. A being possessing absolute power and intelligence.”

“……”

“And in this entire continent, only one person has realized this fact – me.”

“Ha.”

What nonsense, he thought.

The Emperor sighed wearily and asked.

“That sounds like what magic nobles often spout. The age of heroes, wasn’t it?”

“No, what I want is the next stage.”

The Secretary General leaned forward and spoke:

“Educated elites are not enough. Descendants of heroes with noble bloodlines? Preposterous.”

“……”

“Only one. A single existence. We must usher in an age where a single will manages everything.”

Burn the entire continent, and build a new world upon it.

A single superman.

An age where those acknowledged by him gather together to look down upon all the foolish ones.

Opening the age of myths.

***

“Kwooooargh–!”

“Kiiiieek—!”

What began first was cannibalism among the monsters.

Monsters that had fallen to become the Republic’s tools, and half-breed monsters created from human hybridization.

In the midst of them repeating the tragedy of killing their own kind, Irene and Arachne’s elite soldiers were engaged in fierce combat.

Clang—!

Alexander exchanged dozens of sword strikes with Irene’s pure-breed monster Carlos.

At first glance, they seemed evenly matched, but the reality was different.

While Carlos’s strength was on par with Alexander who crossed swords with him, his speed was not.

Swish-!

“?!”

Alexander used high-speed movement to get behind Carlos.

However, the sword Alexander swung could not reach Carlos’s body.

Cling—!

Another pure-breed monster, Zeplant, coordinated with him from long range.

Numerous orbs of light flying through the sky covered for Carlos’s lacking reaction speed and blind spots.

‘While the pure-breed monsters tie down Alexander, they plan to deal with the lower-ranked monsters using their qualitative advantage.’

A tactical judgment that seemed almost human.

I was dumbfounded seeing the monsters move in such perfect coordination.

Monsters using human tactics.

Though I had created the Special Magic Unit and dealt with countless monsters until now, I had never seen a monster corps of this type before.

‘Irene’s tactics are extremely rational. Then the problem is…’

On my side.

Thinking this, I immediately deployed a barrier toward the front.

Clang—! Clang–!

Tremendous force striking the barrier repeatedly.

Looking at the familiar sensation disturbing my vision, I carefully observed the Secretary General’s arm.

“Ha, insane.”

What was shining on the Secretary General’s right arm was the seven stroke imprint, [Black Flame Armor].

The very same imprint that Petrenko had possessed.

‘A magic imprint forcibly implanted into an incompatible body after reckless extraction… Even worse condition than when I was young.’

Through [Eye of Horus], the Secretary General’s body appeared exactly so.

A body enlarged by drugs and modification surgery, with numerous mana cores implanted in his back.

The Secretary General forcibly connected these to his borrowed body to recreate Petrenko’s might.

That tyrannical power once called the Republic’s hero.

Claang–!

“Hehehe!”

“Crazy bastard.”

I spat at the Secretary General who was laughing at close range.

At this rate, his body would collapse from magical power backflow before half a day passed.

What kind of thinking led him to attempt such insanity?

Or is it the opposite?

Was the awakening of the Secretary General that Lavrenti mentioned of such an extreme degree that even such radical measures were permissible?

With everything uncertain, contemplation is not the best course.

The best method is to first tear apart and kill the enemy before my eyes.

Well aware of this, I continuously moved my body to respond to the Secretary General’s attacks.

‘His combat style is identical to Petrenko’s.’

The magical power shroud covering his entire body, magnificent magical power, and terrifying strength.

[Chains of Helios] and [Hellfire] are forbidden.

Magical power chains and installation-type magic won’t pierce that defense.

Claang–!

“I know, Eugene.”

The Secretary General spoke to me as he drove his fist into the barrier.

“You had quite a hard time with Petrenko’s imprint, didn’t you?”

“……”

“Your specialty is firepower combat. To counter that, this kind of close combat-focused imprint would be far more useful.”

Why so talkative in the middle of a fight?

While I was thinking this, the Secretary General steadily continued his attacks.

Front, side, side rear back to front again.

The Secretary General who kept changing his attack routes moment by moment, suddenly gleamed his eyes and-

“Your back is wide open.”

“?!”

Having found an opening, he immediately deployed maximum output and thrust his hand forward.

Planning to pierce through the barrier and aim for my neck.

“With this, the Empire’s hero falls into my hands. For the great cause of preventing extinction…!”

A situation virtually no different from victory.

The moment the Secretary General, having drawn out all his magical power, said this and thrust his fist-

“No.”

Bam!

Seeing the barrier that blocked his thrust hand, the Secretary General’s eyes widened at once.

The barrier that deployed and vanished at high speed, as if having waited for this moment.

When the startled Secretary General showed a momentary gap-

“I left it open on purpose.”

I aimed my gun at the Secretary General’s head and activated a spell along with two magic bullets.

Maximum output explosion spell, MOAF.

With the sound of striking steel, the scene turned white for an instant-

BOOM—!

Explosions and flames rose thickly across the entire field of view.

A direct hit from the explosion spell.

Not an impact a human body should be able to withstand, but looking at where the Secretary General had been, I clicked my tongue.

“If that was your maximum output magic, how disappointing.”

He had managed to endure the magic’s impact and was smiling at me.

“I’ll subdue you as quickly as possible, and then capture that fake queen…!”

The Secretary General was muttering this, but at that moment-

“Maximum output? Who said that?”

“What?”

Whoosh—!

Along with my words, tremendous pressure bore down on the Secretary General’s body.

“This is…!”

Dismay showed in the Secretary General’s eyes as he recognized the spell.

The seven stroke imprint’s engraved spell, [Domain].

A field of contempt for the weak that extremely reduces magical power emission of those within.

However, the Secretary General gave a slight smile and activated the seventh stroke embedded in his arm.

Woong—!

“Your [Wings of Crimson] and this [Black Flame Armor] are attack imprints.”

“……”

“Then with this, the domain should be perfectly offset…!”

Having said this, the Secretary General immediately readjusted his stance and lunged at me, and-

Swish-!

?!

Red chains that sprang from the ground perfectly bound his body.

“Can’t shake them off? Even with this much strength? How exactly……”

Looking at the Secretary General grinding his teeth in bewilderment, I could clearly see what he was thinking.

If the same domain was activated, our magical power emission should be equal.

Then those chains I deployed shouldn’t be able to overcome his magical power.

“As expected, you don’t have much experience in magical combat.”

Muttering this, I recalled the fight with Petrenko and the Viselgrad descent operation.

Casting mass formula to break through Viselgrad’s defensive wall, pouring all magical power into its core.

Rapid-firing fireballs to take out anti-air guns trying to shoot down descending troops.

Calibrating the precision of troops positioned in the capital.

Making up for depleted magical power using magic bullets.

Facing the Republic’s hero Petrenko with a magic imprint overloaded by magic bullets.

‘That’s why I had trouble catching that guy.’

In the end, I could only drive away that persistent bastard by self-destructing the mana core located in the center of the capital.

“But now is different.”

The Special Magical Power Unit handling the massive monster at the entrance.

Irene’s army blocking Arachne’s monster corps.

Thanks to their fierce fighting, my magic imprint hasn’t been consumed at all.

“Magical power is full. Imprint at peak condition. A domain activated in optimal condition is not something a forcibly extracted imprint can match.”

A truly optimal situation where I don’t even have to worry about friendly fire.

Therefore, I could declare:

“I don’t know what kind of misunderstanding you’ve been having since earlier.”

Whoosh–!

Operating my magic imprint at maximum output, I spoke to the Secretary General standing opposite me.

“That bastard Petrenko, normally I could have killed him much earlier.”

Really.

Ah, I’m telling you, really?

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