Mecha Devourer System-Chapter 206: Completing The Mission (III)

"Perhaps you would have been if I had people who couldn't do what you plan..."

Lord Ravernor said, taking the phone from the kneeling Van before rising to his feet and walking toward the edge of the roof.

"You said you aimed to take back the imprisoned people of Tale."

"Since I don't recognize that city's name, it's probably a low-level city, isn't it?"

He asked, though no reply came.

"Then, your aim is simple. So simple it's in fact inconsequential."

"How is it inconsequential?"

The feminine voice echoed from the other side as the man smiled coldly, looking forward at the broken ruins of the battlefield.

"You both harbor a dream that is harbored by millions: A dream of saving the world."

"But even though there are indeed millions who want the same thing, Tale City is still invaded, and nothing has been done, even though it has the wishes of a million."

"You know why? Because you all are powerless!"

"It's easy to wish. Anyone can. But pulling it off is the real deal."

"It is why many people fail, and both of you might think yourself important because you have gone beyond the ranks of those pathetic wishers."

He said, but even though it sounded like praise, Everlearn knew it wasn't, and his next words proved it.

"But the reality is that you both are still powerless, hence still as inconsequential as those pathetic wishers?"

"In the end, you have to come to me to get the helijets, the armies, and the teleporters."

"All that your aim relies on for its success."

"And what's wrong with trying to work with an organization whose original purpose is to fulfill that?

Sara asked confusedly.

"You asked where your error lies?"

He asked, silence continuing for a while before the truth was dropped.

"Pride."

Her brows twitched on the mention of that.

"You pride yourself upon the fact that you have a plan to get back a city with the lowest damage possible, thinking somehow that plan of yours is so genius that the greatest military power on Nvidia has not thought of it yet."

"And that pride has made you think you're worthy of getting the time of some of its most powerful officers."

"And you think anyone who cannot provide you with what you want for this 'brilliant plan' of yours is now useless, but you are of use due to this brilliant plan of yours, whose entire success depended on what we, the TCF, can provide?"

"Do your actions not feel outrageous and dumb to you?"

The man's biting and disrespectful tone echoed through the Info room.

"He did not mean to say..." Sara tried to say, but she was silenced when Everlearn raised a hand, and he turned to the holograph.

"If the TCF is so powerful and all-knowing, then why are the people in Tale City still trapped?"

Everlearn asked calmly.

"Twenty-seven cities taken in the span of a month by an alien race. Three months later, and only eight have been gotten back."

"The war has barely started, and humanity is already on the losing leg."

"And when someone with an idea walks up to you to break this pathetic image you have created for humanity, you think him prideful for not wanting to waste any more time chit-chatting about matters that are inconsequential."

"We have people trapped in a dungeon, with most likely no food or water, overlooked by aliens who should have killed them already, and when I bring an idea to get them back."

"The first thing you're interested in is asking me what my name is?"

Everlearn asked.

"And now you think I've made the mistake of being prideful because I know my name means nothing in the grand scheme of things, and I want to go straight to someone who can help fulfill that goal?"

"That is your definition of an error or pride?"

He asked as creeping silence descended, but Everlearn didn't have the time.

"There are four more names apart from yours who hopefully might have more of an open mind to recognize the gravity of the situation we're in."

"If you'll be of no use, then sever the call from the other side."

Everlearn said, and the reply came.

"None of those four will help you if I tell them not to. Decisions to help outsiders are only undertaken if all five High Base Lords of the TCF allow them."

"You will never be able to achieve your grand hero aim without me, and refuting me just made you lose all your chances."

He said, and Everlearn hummed quietly for a moment before he responded.

"Then pray that your own words don't come true. Because if it does, it has shown me the greatest military seats on Earth, our first-ranked power against a hostile invading alien race, are taken by so-called 'High Base Lords' drunk on their own self-importance rather than a need to save the human race."

"That leads to just one conclusion..." he said.

A scoff of amusement echoed from the other side as Lord Ravernor replied.

"What is that?"

"YOU ALL NEED TO BE GONE."

Those were the last things Ryuk said before he served the call.

He shifted his seat back, turning to Sara.

"You can call up the remaining four of them. If they refuse to help, then our plan changes," Everlearn said as Sara's heart unconsciously pounded in her chest.

Looking into Everlearn's eyes, the blue color had changed.

From the blue that they were previously, to a bright golden color.

"What... what will be...the new plan?"

Sara asked, her words quivering lightly.

"The man has revealed the truth."

"We're not the first to come up with the idea of saving Tale, and it's not that they lack enough firepower due to focus on the more important cities."

"The TCF has enough power to get back Tale City from the Nakros. They're just not doing it for whatever reason."

"Ravernor is self-absorbed in his own image of being a higher-up of the TCF. That much is clear by how much he thinks of himself as the TCF and the mention of all humans being pathetic and useless, with a need to run to him for help."

"If such a fool is allowed to keep holding power, the people of Tale city would die for nothing, and they'll be nothing but one of the first cities that succumbed to whatever these shitty humans are planning in secret."

"I thought the Nakros were the problem that needed to be cleaned out, but now I see. The cleaning has to start from us humans."

"And if a cleaning is needed, we might as well start the wipeout from the greatest military power we have against the Nakros."

"In short..." he said, turning to the holographics.

"All five of them need to get off that higher-up seat."