The Over-Break System

-Roughly Three Years after the Collapse of the DPZ-

”Char…” President Lallinstien found himself unable to refrain from uttering his adversary’s name as a giant hologram projection screen appeared over the open field housing the dropships.

On this screen, Char lazily sat upon a gothic-style throne in a room that appeared to be an ancient vampiric-style throneroom. Slightly behind and off to his right stood the beautiful Nanai, silently guarding over him.

Wearing his signature platinum half mask and regal red and black outfit, Char propped his chin on his balled-up fist and smirked at the camera.

”Imagine my surprise when I found the acquisition orders for all these expensive and new ships, my; I couldn’t believe the sheer amount of money you burned all for such a flashy and petty reason,” Char stated wistfully.

”But for the life of me, I can’t understand why, when your nation is starving for resources, going hungry, living in poverty, and stricken by a crime pandemic, you, as their President, have wasted years’ worth of budget allocation for a means of transportation which could be solved with several simple, cheap teleportation formations.”

”Fuel, the ships themselves, the pilots, all of these are expenses that could have been used to better your nation, yet instead, you selfishly decided to put on a play for the billions of eyes watching to satisfy your own ego and boost your numbers.”

By this point, multiple murmurs washed over the competitors and staff as they did their best not to look away from Char toward their President.

Leaning to his right, the President growled through clenched teeth to his cabinet, ”Cut the feed; I don’t care how you do it but cut it NOW!” before straightening himself and glaring up at the projection.

”Flowery words, Char Aznable; I do not need to explain myself to a terrorist such as yourself. What I have done with this event is…” President Lallinstien, unable to contain his frustration, began speaking, only to get cut off and have his sentence finished by the golden-haired masked man.

”Allow the younger generation an opportunity like no other for growth and experience; yes, I am well aware of the falsities you use to justify your actions. However, all you are doing is attempting to cull the herd.” Wearing a smirk vastly different from the one usually sported by Cynrik, Char continued.

”Your actions serve a singular purpose, to have these spoiled young masters fight tooth and nail over a handful of scraps left over from years of resource abuse. At the same time, hiding the fact that you have a surplus in storage for your and your cabinets’ personal use.”

”You, Evander Lallinstien, have failed your Nation and are a weak, petty, and selfish man whose only goal is to satisfy his greed while leaving his nation to wither and become a husk of its former glory.”

”For hundreds of years, I have heard such preposterous words of justification come from one monarch or another while they satisfy their greed in ways which can only harm the very people they pledge to serve and protect.”

”I, Char Aznable, Leader of the Zeon Movement and the rightful ruler of Amestria Moor, will no longer stand by and allow your destructive and manipulative actions to steer the Nation at your own narrative.”

CLICK!

After snapping his fingers with a muffled gloved click, loud mechanical sounds echoed from the Dropships’ inner workings, and seconds later, as the large vernier thrusters were activated on each ship’s underbelly, hatches came up to seal each ship, trapping everyone inside and causing a panic.

”CHAR! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!” Flaring his Aura and Killing Intent, President Lallinstien tried rushing forward to control the situation; unfortunately, as he did, a cacophony of explosions was triggered under the stage, igniting it in bright Royal Scarlet flames and destroying everything within a hundred meters.

BOOOOOMMMM

However, the sound of the explosion was swept away by the chorus of rumbles emitted by hundreds of eruptive Vernier thrusters from the over forty dropships as they took to the skies, moving steadily toward the massive Spatial portal, which was the entrance to the Spatial Realm.

But right as the dropships left the ground, a wave of silver light cut through the flames, coating the stage, revealing President Lallinstien and the injured bigwigs in charge of the event.

With a wild look in his eyes, Evander Lallinstien rapidly fired more silver lights in the direction of the Hologram image of Char, only to watch in anger as they phased through.

He knew it was a long shot, but President Lallinstien couldn’t find the projectors, so he attacked the hologram.

Frustration was evident, and the President rapidly scanned his surroundings. Before long, he had given up searching before directing his attention toward the dropships as they moved closer to the portal of his Spatial Realm.

Gritting his teeth and refusing to allow Char to see his plans to fruition further, President Lallinstien made a split decision that he would regret seconds later.

Channeling copious amounts of Divine Particles and Mana, he unleashed a cloud of attacks, targeting each dropship and writing off all the competitors and staff as collateral damage.

Formulating a plot to turn public opinion against Char and solidify the man’s image as a radical terrorist, Evander Lallinstien meant to destroy all those hopeful youngsters and turn them into martyrs.

Unfortunately, Cynrik had long since expected this outcome and was wholly prepared for the worst-case scenario. Although he himself couldn’t be present and could not stand against an individual at the Peak of Tier-6, that didn’t mean he didn’t know someone who could.

In the moment before the President’s attacks could obliterate the dropships, a bright flash of light appeared between the man and his targets.

When the flash diminished, it revealed a man in a similar uniform to Char’s, only in green and black, with the same intricate golden embossments.

With a wave of his hand, this new masked man deflected the hundreds of attacks and sent them harmlessly toward the sky, saving the dropships and allowing them unhindered entrance into the Spatial Realm.

”WHO DARES!” President Lallinstien howled in rage as this new masked man’s cape fluttered behind him.

”Thank you, Casaval Deikun. Your aid has allowed me to pull back the mask of the man Evander has proven to be.” A charming smile spread across Char’s hologram as he saluted Casaval, the new masked man.

With a brief acknowledgment of his leader, Casaval channeled mana into his throat before following the script given to him by Char.

”SIEG ZEON!” Casaval shouted with a booming voice before vanishing from sight as if he were never there to begin with.

Sieg Zeon…the declaration hung in the air for everyone to hear, leaving a lasting impact on those Casaval had saved for the rest of their lives.

However, Char wasn’t finished; once Casaval had left, he turned his attention back toward the furious and flustered President before his gaze sharpened, addressing those watching nationwide.

”People of Amestria Moor, I urge you to open your eyes; these are the true colors of the man you have given the title of War Hero and President to. This man, supposed to be invincible and stand above all others, is a feral dog that has outlived his purpose.”