Suddenly, a loud explosion echoed from the hallway, smoke billowing into the conference room. A piercing bullet struck one of the monk warriors, fired from an Emerald palace guard wearing advanced goggles.
“Great teacher, this is our time!” the monk shouted, rallying his comrades.
Pramansha remained unfazed, calmly addressing his students. “Yes, my students. Now is our time. We must not flinch or recoil in our duty, even if the bullets pierce our flesh. We must stand firm and proud, even as we lay down our lives for the truth.”
As the monk warriors aimed their weapons at the world leaders, Pramansha continued, undeterred. “Do it, my students. Fire at the representatives who have manipulated this world for their own selfish desires. End this age of bloodshed and war.”
In a split second, Alam grabbed Pramansha, pointing a dinner knife at his eye. “Order your fanatics to stop, or you die right here!”
Pramansha’s expression remained calm, even with the knife so close. “The monks’ orders have already been given. They won’t stop until they complete their mission.”
Suddenly, just split second before monks pull the triggers, a blinding light erupted from the holographic display of holy see in the center of the room, momentarily disorienting everyone. The monk who had started shooting missed his targets in the chaos, hitting only a few representatives. The scene turned into a frenzy, gunfire erupting as friendly fire ensued among the security team.
As the light faded, several armed monks lay dead or wounded on the floor. The palace guard quickly secured the conference room, while Pramansha, Alam, and Jozen remained at the center, the tension palpable.
Jozen, unfazed by the bloodshed, casually sipped wine, observing the chaos with a detached demeanor. Alam, still holding the knife to Pramansha, glanced around, feeling the weight of the situation.
“Well, this is awkward,” Alam finally said. “I think it’s done now…” He released Pramansha and sat back at the table.
But in an unexpected move, Jozen swiftly stabbed Pramansha in the head with a spear-like object from his mechanical arm.
“You… you killed him!” Alam stammered, shock washing over him.
Jozen placed the weapon on the table and set down his glass of wine, rising from his seat with a calm, emotionless expression. He walked toward Alam, who raised his hands in confusion.
“What do you want? Kiss me?” Alam blurted out, half-joking.
In a surprising twist, Jozen grabbed Alam’s face and kissed him passionately, catching him completely off guard. Alam felt his breath stolen away, Jozen's lips warm against his own.
“Ahhh!” Alam gasped, shoving Jozen away. “What the fuck, man?!”
Jozen took the punch without flinching, leaning in closer again, determined to kiss Alam once more. The warmth of Jozen’s lips was disorienting, and Alam felt a mix of confusion and frustration.
“Help! Someone!” Alam yelled, panic rising in his voice. “This is worse than death!”
The security team stood by in shock, unsure of how to react to the bizarre scene unfolding before them. Leaders and representatives exchanged bewildered glances, the tension in the room thickening.
After an awkward silence, the palace guard finally cleared his throat. “Okay, let’s get back to procedure. We’re taking the hostages back, and we need medical assistance. Now.” He ordered his team to ensure the hostages' safety and call for help, trying to regain control of the situation.
As the palace guard began escorting the hostages out of the room, Jozen remained nearby, his expression still devoid of emotion. Alam rubbed his head, feeling the weight of the moment.
“You… I… the true horde will never forget that… sexual harassment. But why do I care more about that? You just killed the mad monk. Should I be mad at you? Or…” Alam trailed off, lost in thought.
Jozen continued to stare at Alam, his gaze unwavering. Alam walked in circles, his mind swirling with contradictions, while Jozen observed him with a detached intensity, the chaos of the world around them fading into the background.
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“Oh wait. You’re hiding weapons? That’s a direct violation of the conference rules!” He gestured towards the world leaders, but they were too busy being escorted to safety, trying to escape the chaos.
“There's only one truth spoken by that mad monk,” he muttered. “This place is filled with mad people.”
Jozen stepped closer, wrapping an arm around Alam's shoulders. “You’re a smart man, you know. Very smart. You realize the world is full of fools.”
“Yeah? Are you a fool too?” Alam shot back, eyebrow raised.
“I’m one of the biggest fools in this room,” Jozen replied with a grin. “I’m the fool who killed the wise man.”
“Great! You’ve just declared war on the Shangri-La Confederation or fucking Purple Nation. Congratulations!”
“Do you really think your pathetic confederation can stand against the might of the Blue Nation? We have the largest navy in the world, with submarines armed with advanced torpedoes and missiles. their primitive warships can’t compete with us.” Jozen’s tone was smug, confidence radiating from him.
“I know about fools,” Alam retorted. “But how will you defeat them? They’re living in the mountains. Unless you have a flying submarine.” He chuckled, stepping outside the podium as the guard escorted him.
Jozen laughed at the “flying submarine” comment, following Alam to the exit. “We have something better than submarines—aircraft carriers. Our planes can easily take out your mountain strongholds. Plus, we have access to advanced technology you can’t even dream of. Your primitive alliance will be crushed under our heel.”
“Good. If war progresses, let me join the party,” Alam said, a glint of determination in his eyes. “But right now, I need to deal with the bigger bastard—Zion.”
“Indeed. You need to take down Zion. Your participation will be crucial, even if you’re a small nation. I believe in you, and I believe you can crush Zion,” Jozen affirmed.
As they moved to the medic for checks, Alam casually asked, “Will you join the carnage? Your nation has been sleeping too long in the Pacific.”
“Indeed I will,” Jozen replied, a fierce glint in his eye. “I’ll crush the entire world with my mighty navy. My nation has remained silent for too long, but I need a strategy before attacking. I can’t move blindly, or I’ll give my enemies the upper hand. I’ve been watching the war closely, biding my time. Now that it’s begun, I’ll act decisively and bring justice to this world.”
“Ahh, you’re the type who keeps the good cards hidden until the last moment,” Alam remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice.
Jozen chuckled. “Exactly. I’ll keep my strongest cards hidden until my opponents least expect it. I’m a patient man, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. The time of my nation’s awakening is coming, and it will be unforgettable.”
alam nose Sniff. “Just don’t attack me, and I’ll spare your peace-loving floating city.”
Jozen patted Alam on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. I have no intention of attacking your nation, as long as you stay out of our way. I’m simply trying to bring peace to this world through war. Your nation can remain neutral, and we won’t bother you. But if you stand against my righteous cause, I won’t hesitate to bring your nation to its knees.”
“Ahahaha! Good enough,” Alam said, a grin spreading across his face.
“So we have a deal then?” Jozen asked, a playful gleam in his eyes. “You’ll stay out of the war, and I’ll leave your nation in peace. The future of the world is mine to control, and you’ve chosen the smart course by remaining neutral.”
Hours later, the world leaders and their representatives were finally escorted to safety. After the security team mopped up the remaining enemy forces scattered throughout the academy, they began preparing to transfer the hostages back home. It had been a long, difficult day, but the mission was successfully completed. They had saved the hostages and dealt with the Purple Nation troops.
As the team regrouped, a familiar figure approached Nara. A palace guard tapped her shoulder, then lifted his helmet to reveal his face. a white hair and a red eyes “It’s Nigel!” Nara exclaimed, recognition flooding back. He was an old friend from her days at the academy, now a professional officer with the palace guard.
“Nara! It’s been too long,” Nigel said, a grin spreading across his face as they embraced, the chaos of the day momentarily forgotten.
Nara spotted Nigel from across the square, and a wave of relief washed over her like a refreshing spring breeze. Without thinking, she bolted toward him, her arms outstretched like a child running to greet a long-lost friend. The moment their bodies collided in a warm embrace, the world around them faded into a blur of colors and sounds. Nigel, visibly moved, wrapped his arms around her, returning her hug with the kind of fervor that spoke volumes of their shared history.
As they pulled apart, Nigel searched her eyes, his brows knitting together with concern. “Good to see you again,” he exclaimed, his voice laced with genuine warmth. “But I see you’ve joined the Zion faction. Why on earth would you do that? Where have you been?”
Nara’s heart thumped like a drum in her chest as she gathered her thoughts. “I joined Zion,” she started, her voice steadying, “because I want to save lives and protect my friends. I want to make a better world.” She paused, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. “But… I’m not entirely sure what Zion’s real purpose is. All I know is they promised change.”
Nigel’s expression shifted to one of disbelief, his mouth hanging open slightly as he processed her words. “You’re serious? You actually believe in their promises?” His mind raced with questions, and he couldn’t help but ask, “How did you even get involved with them?”
Nara took a deep breath, her thoughts swirling like leaves caught in an autumn wind. “I was recruited by Kassandra,” she explained, her voice trembling with mixed emotions. “she became my friend and convinced me that joining Zion was the best chance we had for a better future. But now…” Her voice trailed off, uncertainty creeping in like a shadow.
Nigel leaned closer, his eyes narrowing with concern. “Are you sure about this decision? You’ve become a gladiator in their arena, but what does that mean for you? Are you really on board with their goals?”
A flicker of doubt crossed Nara’s face. “I thought I was,” she murmured, her words tumbling out in a rush. “But I’m not so sure anymore. I feel like I’ve changed, like I’m not really serving Zion’s goals anymore. I’m just… a mercenary now.” Confusion tightened her throat, and she stuttered over her words, struggling to articulate the turmoil inside her.
Nigel’s concern deepened. “What about the Red Nation’s goals? What methods are they using? What’s their long-term plan?” He paused, allowing her the space to think, his patience a soothing balm against her rising anxiety.
Just then, Hazel, chimed in, “Can I say something?” Her voice sliced through the tension, drawing Nigel’s attention. He nodded, eager to hear what she had to say.
“Nara has been through a lot,” Hazel said, her tone serious yet understanding. “She was genuinely trying to escape Zion. I found her wandering the steppe, lost and scared. If I hadn’t found her, she might not be here today.” The weight of her words hung in the air, heavy with implication.
Nigel’s face finally softened, understanding dawning slowly. “Oh,” he said. “Right. Okay. I… I get it. I’m… sorry. I’m here for you. We need to… talk about this. Later.”
As the conversation unfolded, the scene shifted, revealing a chaotic broadcast from the Academy of Unity. The news anchor’s voice crackled with urgency, detailing a hostage situation that had spiraled into chaos, complete with a beheading and an unexpected kiss between two leaders. Artak, sitting in the background, raised an eyebrow at the absurdity of it all, amused yet troubled by the growing tensions.
Meanwhile, the shangri-la Confederacy (purple) had pulled its support from the Crescent Alliance, and Nkosi, listening to Artak’s report, felt her heart drop. “This is a drastic shift,” she remarked, worry etched into her features. “What will this mean for us?”
As days passed, Alam returned to the Crescent Alliance base, greeted by shocked but relieved faces. “What a nice day we have,” he quipped, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
“Welcome back, General Alam,” Nkosi said, her curiosity piqued. “What did you observe during your travels?”
Alam’s expression turned serious. “I see uncertainty. But it’s good—our finest hour,” he replied, a glimmer of hope shining through the grim circumstances.
“Indeed,” Nkosi agreed, her resolve hardening. “This is a time of opportunity. We must rise to the challenge together.”