The room was silent, save for the faint sound of breathing. Two figures stood across from each other, locked in a moment of intense gravity. On one side was Borksen, a blonde-haired woman, her face calm yet resolute, her eyes unblinking. She had made her choice, and nothing in the world seemed capable of shaking her resolve. Across from her was Morena, a solemn, ethereal figure—a woman with a crown of thorns resting gently atop her head.
Morena breaks the ice, her voice soft but heavy with the gravity of the situation. “Allow me to check one last time…” she said, her words deliberate, as though she were giving her counterpart a final chance to turn back. But there was no room for hesitation now. “…There’s no going back now,” she added, her tone carrying a quiet finality.
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Borksen responded without missing a beat, her voice firm and clear, unshaken by the gravity of the moment. “Yeah,” she said simply, her tone betraying neither doubt nor regret. She paused briefly before adding, with certainty, “I’m sure.” Below them, on a cold, sterile device, the decision lay in clear, bold letters: “YES.” It glared back at them, unyielding, as if it were mocking the emotions swirling in the air. The finality of the word seemed to echo in the room, a declaration that there would indeed be no turning back.
But not everyone in the room felt at peace with this choice. An unseen voice, buried deep in the mind of another, screamed silently in protest. Panic surged through their thoughts, sharp and desperate. “This isn’t right!” the voice cried, trembling with fear and disbelief. “Anything but this…!” And then, as if the realization hit them all at once, the thoughts turned into an internal scream. “NO! NO!” The gravity of the decision hung over them all, even as the blonde-haired woman stood steadfast, her mind made up. Whatever was about to happen, there was no stopping it now.
An Accusation
The scene unfolds with a surge of emotion as Borksen takes center stage, standing before a table with an outstretched hand. Her expression is tense, her wide eyes betraying disbelief. She stares down at the card before her, the weight of her realization crashing over her. Her thoughts erupt into a silent scream, “NO…!! NO…!!” It’s a primal reaction, raw and unfiltered, as the truth of her predicament sinks in. Her inner voice echoes again, more subdued but no less filled with despair: “No… There’s no doubt, this is the card I picked.” As if trying to reject the inevitability of the situation, she repeats to herself,
“…This!! Not… Not…”
The card on the table sits there, unmoving yet powerful in its simplicity representing her irreversible choice. The tension in the air remains thick, unbroken even as the scene shifts to the solemn figure across from her. Morena, ever composed, watches the scene unfold. A faint trace of emotion displays on her face amidst her otherwise calm demeanor. Her voice, gentle and laced with an puzzling calm, cuts through the silence. “Is that so?” she says, her words more a reflection than a question. She continues, her tone carrying a hint of reassurance, “I’m happy you’ve decided to join…”
Yet even as she speaks, Borksen’s frustration bubbles to the surface. Her eyes narrow, her voice sharp with accusation. “But I’m just a tiny bit disappointed…” The air shifts as Borksen’s distrust becomes obvious. Her words, blunt and filled with conviction, cut through the calm demeanor of Morena, “You cheated, didn’t you?” Morena remains composed, her face betraying no guilt, only an otherworldly serenity. Her crown of thorns glimmers faintly in the dim light, framing her expression of quiet acceptance. Borksen’s accusation hangs in the air, a question that may never receive an answer.
The Truth Revealed
The atmosphere is heavy with suspicion and curiosity as Borksen and Morena engage in a subtle yet pointed exchange. Borksen, her expression firm but guarded, leans forward slightly, her sharp gaze fixed on Morena, who remains composed, her serene features betraying little emotion.
Morena breaks the silence, her tone logical and precise, as though explaining a well-reasoned deduction:
“When you flipped both cards face up… In which case, it must have been after the ‘deal’ card.” Her explanation paints a picture of subtle manipulation, her words unveiling the actions taken moments earlier. The implications hang in the air, drawing the attention of everyone nearby.
Figures in the background watch the scene unfold, their presence a reminder of the stakes involved. Morena continues with a calm but accusatory remark: “You marked the return card…” Her words are deliberate, cutting through the tension like a blade. The accusation carries enough weight to shift the dynamics of the room.
Borksen, her expression tightening with a mix of irritation and determination, interrupts the flow. She gestures toward the table, her voice steady as she asks, “Can I flip… these two cards?” She reaches for the cards, her actions deliberate, as if determined to expose the truth herself. Picking up the cards, she flips them to reveal their faces. With a hint of defiance, she holds them up for Morena and the room to see, her voice carrying the weight of her actions, “See?”
Morena’s calm gaze doesn’t waver as she responds evenly, her voice cutting through Camilla’s display, “The NO and RETURN cards, right?” Camilla, for all her defiance, hesitates for a moment before quietly replying, “Yeah…” Her acknowledgment is subdued, a stark contrast to her earlier confidence. The focus shifts to the cards now placed on the table. The intricate design of the RETURN card comes into full view, its presence tangible evidence in this subtle battle of wit and manipulation.
A Game of Wits and Consequences
The scene grows ever more intense as Morena begins to reveal the mechanics behind her deductions and the game they are entrenched in. Her calm demeanor, paired with a faint, almost mocking smile, contrasts sharply with Borksen’s increasingly tense expression. Morena starts her explanation with a calculated tone, her words deliberate as she uncovers Borksen’s actions, “Likely by bending the two corners on the front ever so slightly…” Her piercing insight leaves no room for ambiguity.
She goes on, “That way, you’d be able to recognize the card from any angle even after it was shuffled. I’m far away, so it’s difficult to see, and orange only sees the backs when shuffling.” As she speaks, the image of a card appears in the frame, its corners subtly marked—proof of the manipulation she’s describing.
She continues, her tone sharper, delivering the final blow, “…And crushing the card in relief… was merely a way of hiding the evidence.” Her words drip with certainty, as though every action had been meticulously dissected and understood. Borksen stares back at her, her stoic expression betraying a flicker of doubt as Morena presses on. Her tone remains calm, but the implications grow heavier:
“This negotiation game and the cards themselves are part of my ability. Cheating triggers a manipulation ability that forces you to choose either YES or NO.”
Morena leans in slightly, her gaze fixed firmly on Borksen as she delivers the crux of her explanation, “Even if there were only two cards remaining…Your choice is the result of your actions.” Her words are not just an explanation but a declaration of control, of superiority in this battle of wits. Borksen listens, her eyes wide with the realization of the trap she’s found herself in. Morena finishes with a quiet yet cutting admonishment, “You should’ve expected that cheating in a fair game… would be treated the same as quitting.”
The scene closes with the two women standing close, their faces inches apart, the tension between them crackling like static. Morena’s expression remains calm, almost serene, as she exerts her dominance through logic and strategy. Meanwhile, Borksen’s frustration is evident, her silence speaking volumes as she grapples with the unfolding reality.
Borksen’s Final Choice
The moment is one of resolution and transition. Morena states with a faint smile, her voice carrying a mix of satisfaction and affirmation, “So, by ‘yes,’ you’re going to join us?” Berkson, standing with a composed demeanor, looks toward Morena, who remains calm yet triumphant. The tension from their previous exchanges dissipates as Berkson makes her decision, her voice steady and clear, “Yes. I will join you.”
The room reacts to this monumental decision. A group of onlookers, who had remained in the background during their exchange, now breaks into applause, clapping rhythmically as they acknowledge Berkson’s choice. The sound of clapping fills the room, a gesture to mark the acceptance of their newest member. Berkson, despite her composed exterior, seems to feel the weight of the moment. Her body falters slightly, and with a sudden movement, she drops to her knees, overwhelmed by the gravity of what she has agreed to. Her exhaustion, both mental and emotional, becomes apparent as her head bows momentarily.
Morena, ever composed and in control, approaches Berkson. She looks down at her with a mix of authority and satisfaction, addressing her in a calm and measured tone, “To welcome the brand-new member of our team… I’ll explain the ‘YES’ card that you didn’t choose during the game.” The scene ends on this note, with Berkson rising back to her feet. The moment symbolizes not only her submission to the group but also her entrance into an uncertain new chapter. The combination of applause, Morena’s composed demeanor, and Berkson’s internal struggle underscores the complexity of the scene.
Morena’s Ability: Contagion
The air grows tense as Morena explains the full extent of Berkson’s newly joined system. Standing with her usual calm yet imposing presence, Morena speaks, her words both a warning and a statement of control, “As long as you’re alive and on our side, we won’t come after you…” Her expression remains steady as she continues, “…or the people dear to you, of course.” Berkson, visibly uneasy, listens intently, her brow furrowed in concern. The gravity of Morena’s words weighs heavily on her as the reality of the situation begins to settle in.
Morena elaborates further, offering an insight into her power, “My ability is called ‘Contagion’ with Étude of Love. It’s like a game app.” A thrilling image of the system manifests in the explanation, showing how her ability influences those it ensnares. Faces of individuals appear surrounding Morena, symbolizing those already bound by her manipulation. She explains, her tone clinical, “It’s installed in you yourself, and I manage the play data.”
As the explanation deepens, she clarifies the mechanics of her power. Her words are deliberate, each sentence highlighting the threats of this deadly game, “I always know your level, number of points, location and status. You cannot remove it! The game continues until you clear the game, the admin ceases to exist, or the ‘phone’ is destroyed.” The imagery of a shattered device appears, a stark reminder of the unrelenting nature of her ability.
Morena lays out the rules with an air of finality, “I already told you the three conditions to join us. Clear them, and the process will be complete.” Her words carry an ominous warning, but she allows a sliver of ambiguity, adding, “You’re actually quite free to do what you want after that. For example, I don’t recommend it…” She glances at Berkson, her gaze sharp, as though testing her resolve. With a chilling final note, she adds, “But infighting and backstabbing aren’t forbidden.” Her pause lingers before she concludes, “…as long as it’s not too flagrant.”
Berkson’s expression hardens, her mind racing as she absorbs this grim reality. The scene closes with a shot of Morena, her ethereal crown of thorns adding to her imposing presence. Her power looms over the room, its reach now extending into Berkson’s life.
Pathetic Costs for Survival
The tension reaches a peak as Morena explains the brutal and unforgiving nature of the system Berkson has entered. Kneeling before Morena, Berkson listens intently, her expression a mix of frustration, realization, and determination. Morena begins with the current state of affairs, “Right now, you are Level 0… You haven’t fulfilled all the conditions of joining.” Her words are clinical, cutting through the silence. She pauses, then continues with a chilling certainty, “Once you clear the last condition, you will formally be Level 1.”
The explanation grows darker as Morena describes how progress is made within this system. She speaks with an air of inevitability, her words laying out a horrifying structure, ” You will get a Nen ability at Level 21. Kill one civilian to gain one level. Kill someone with Nen and gain ten levels. Kill a prince, and you will gain 50 levels.” Her tone shifts slightly as she adds a grim incentive, “At Level 100, you will be able to create your own team, like me.” She casts a faint, calculating smile, as if this grim “reward” should inspire ambition in Berkson.
Berkson, crouched low, remains silent but visibly tense. The explanation takes on an even darker tone as Morena issues an unflinching warning, “But we will betray you the moment we realize you’re of no use to us.” The haunting silhouette of a dark figure looms in the background, representing the brutal and dehumanizing essence of the system. Around it, faceless individuals appear, lifeless and haunting, as if they are victims or remnants of the same cruel mechanism.
Morena concludes with cold finality, “Our goal is to kill people, after all.” The statement hangs in the air, heavy and inescapable. Yet, in a moment of paradoxical freedom, she adds, “Whether you level up or not is up to you. Whether you stay here or go back to your friends is also up to you… You’re free.” The contradiction in her words encapsulates the cruel nature of the game. Freedom, in this context, is just a dream, a choice between survival and submission to a blood-soaked system.
Rules of the Game
The scene shifts to a quieter moment, but the intensity remains as Berkson processes the implications of everything she has learned. Her internal monologue dominates the frame, revealing the conflict within her as she considers her next move. Her thoughts race, “There’s an undetermined time limit… If they find another Specialist candidate, I’ll no longer be valuable!!” The cold logic of the situation clashes with her moral hesitation, yet the pressure to act quickly pushes her toward ruthless decisions.
She continues, now suspecting the reach of Morena ability, “If her ability is installed in me like an app, I should assume it comes with spyware that shows her everything I see and hear!” This realization sets off another wave of anxiety, highlighting the dangerous lack of privacy and autonomy she now faces. The stakes become even clearer in her next thought: “I do need power to go against them… But I have to kill someone to get an ability in the shortest amount of time!!”
The scene transitions to the two women standing face-to-face, the air between them charged with unspoken tension. Berkson breaks the silence with a firm declaration, “I’m going back to my people!” Her words are resolute, a reminder that despite the manipulation and control surrounding her, she still clings to her sense of allegiance. Morena, ever composed, responds with a faint smile, her words carrying an ominous undertone, “Don’t forget… we’re your people too now.” Morena’s reminder cements the reality of Berkson’s situation, no matter where she goes, she is now tied to this group, bound by the system and its unyielding rules.
A New Purpose
The scene marks a pivotal shift in Berkson mindset as she stands alongside Morena, her expression now resolute, filled with newfound determination. Her inner turmoil seems to dissipate, replaced by clarity and a bold proclamation that echoes in her thoughts, “I have a purpose now!!”
The declaration signals a transformation. Berkson, once filled with hesitation and doubt, has found a direction. Beside her, Morena remains composed, a faint smile gracing her lips as she watches Berkson step into this new chapter.
Berkson turns to Morena, her voice calm but inquisitive, “Morena?” She pauses, her tone shifting slightly as she adds a request, “Will you show me around?” Morena’s expression softens further, her composed elegance now tinged with approval. Berkson elaborates, her gaze steady as she explains her reasoning, “Before I go back, I want to know more… about my new comrades.”
The focus shifts from their exchange to a view of the ocean, vast and daunting. Amid the churning waves, a massive, whale-like creature looms, an ominous presence that underscores the magnitude of the world Berkson has stepped into. The creature symbolizes the scale of the challenges and allies she must now navigate, a visual representation of the unknown.
Tier 3 Central Area
The scene shifts to a tense and heavily guarded environment, where the oppressive atmosphere of authority looms over everyone. The setting appears to be Tier 3 Central Area, an enclosed, bustling zone now overtaken by strict security protocols. Armed soldiers patrol the area, their postures Firm and alert, weapons at the ready.
The leader, a man with a stern expression and a commanding presence, raises his voice to assert control over the crowd, “Do not move until you’ve been patted down!!” The order reverberates through the space, silencing any potential unrest. His words reflect the gravity of the situation, ensuring that no one escapes their scrutiny.
The crowd, consisting of civilians and individuals from all walks of life, stands in compliance. Some raise their hands above their heads, forming orderly lines as instructed. Others crouch low, appearing either compliant or cautious, unwilling to risk confrontation with the heavily armed enforcers.
A secondary officer, communicating through a handheld radio, confirms their progress, “Tier 3 Central Area, clear!” His voice is calm but carries the weight of authority, signaling the completion of the initial sweep. Around him, soldiers stand in formation, their expressions focused and disciplined as they continue to secure the zone.
The individuals being processed seem resigned, some glancing nervously at the soldiers, while others adopt a defeated posture. The stark contrast between the armed enforcers and the subdued civilians highlights the power dynamics at play. The tension in the air is palpable, as though one wrong move could escalate the situation into chaos.
Martial Law
The scene is one of escalating authority and tension as special martial law grips the area. Soldiers march through the corridors with a powerful presence, their weapons ready to enforce order at any cost. The leader of the group, a commanding figure with a no-nonsense demeanor, delivers a chilling proclamation, “If you move so much as an inch, you will be shot without warning!! Special martial law! This is not a drill!”
The stark warning reverberates through the space, heightening the already oppressive atmosphere. The soldiers behind him maintain their rigid formation, their eyes scanning the environment for any sign of defiance or resistance. The threat is not idle; their postures and the weight of their weapons make it clear that they are prepared to act decisively.
In the background, civilians huddle in silence, too frightened to even contemplate disobedience. Some sit quietly, others crouch with their heads down, avoiding the gaze of the armed enforcers. The stark contrast between the commanding soldiers and the subdued crowd emphasizes the imbalance of power.
The scene takes a sudden turn as one of the soldiers steps forward, his words are directed at the Captain, who immediately turns to address him, his expression tense and focused. Another soldier rushes into the frame, calling out with clear alarm, “Captain!!” With urgency in his tone, he adds, “Case S?!” The abrupt shift in dialogue and tone signals that something unusual or critical is unfolding. The mention of “Case S” suggests a scenario of high importance or danger, one that may disrupt the rigid control the soldiers have established. The Captain’s reaction and the urgency of his men imply that whatever “Case S” entails, it demands immediate attention.
Text Book Case S; A Supernatural Incident
The air in Tier 3 is thick with tension. Outside a door marked “310,” soldiers stand guard, their weapons ready, their eyes scanning for any sign of trouble. The door is cordoned off with layers of “KEEP OUT” tape, a clear indication that something unusual and dangerous, has occurred within.
Inside, investigators work tirelessly to uncover the mystery. One soldier steps forward, his voice steady but tinged with urgency as he delivers his findings, “Three soldiers total who entered this door disappeared.” Another soldier joins the conversation, his tone grave as he recounts the strange and terrifying events, “The witnessing soldier said they vanished into thin air as they entered.” The implications are clear now, this isn’t just a hidden room; it’s part of a larger scheme. One soldier categorizes the event with chilling finality, “Textbook Case S: A ‘supernatural incident.’”
The discovery is chilling, but it’s what comes next that truly raises the stakes. The soldier’s voice lowers, almost as if the words themselves carry a weight too heavy to speak aloud, “This may be why the Corporal and others went missing.” He gestures toward the hidden passage, continuing with a grim explanation, “We found a hidden room behind the bathroom next door!” He further adds, “Looks like someone cut through the bathroom wall!”
The soldiers work to connect the dots, piecing together the clues left behind. Another voice cuts through, revealing more of the hidden passage’s secrets, “The hidden room was connected to Room 125. In Room 125, the bathroom wall was the trick door.” The room falls silent for a moment as the weight of the revelation settles in. Then, another soldier breaks the silence, speaking with authority, “Tier 3 is… Heil-Ly’s territory. Contact Tier 1.”
Meanwhile, in another part of the base, a soldier rushes to deliver a critical update to a high-ranking officer. His voice is filled with urgency and alarm as he announces, “Your Highness! They’ve found what looks to be Heil-Ly’s hideout!! Nen is involved!” The investigation intensifies as soldiers spread out to continue their search. A voice rises from the crowd, filled with frustration and urgency, “The room was empty! We’re searching for other hideout locations!”
The pieces of the puzzle are coming together, but the picture they form is one of danger and uncertainty. The hidden room, the vanishing soldiers, and the involvement of Nen point to something far beyond the ordinary. This isn’t just an investigation—it’s the beginning of a confrontation with forces that defy understanding.
Operation Eradication
The intensity of the scene escalates as a soldier, a commanding figure with sharp, resolute features, takes charge of the ongoing operation. Holding a rifle firmly, his presence dominates the moment, reflecting the urgency and precision required for the mission. His voice, firm and authoritative, cuts through the chaos as he issues a series of critical orders. He begins by outlining the priorities of the operation, “Let the third squad handle Heil-Ly! Our priority is securing the princes!” His words carry the weight of responsibility as he continues to lay out the plan, “We must first locate Chourai and Luzurus! The lower-ranking princes come later!”
Another soldier affirms his orders with a sharp reply, “Yes, sir!” The commanding officer doesn’t stop, shifting his focus to the tactical movements of the squads, “Ensure the second squad’s recon and Jaeger battalions focus on capturing Chourai!” He provides critical intelligence to guide the troops, “Prior to special martial law being declared, Chourai was last seen heading to Tier 2 via the bridge connecting to the Xi-Yu boss’s private quarters.” The strategic use of this information underscores the precision required for their operation.
The leader continues, outlining the next steps with exact timing, “We’ll confirm the route now and expect an update of his subsequent movements within 15 minutes!” The focus on timing emphasizes the urgency of the mission as they work against the clock. As the scene progresses, the focus shifts inward, revealing the thoughts of the commander. His face hardens with resolve as his internal monologue conveys the pressure he’s under, “I only have roughly nine and a half hours left to eradicate all the princes!!” He calculates the stakes with chilling clarity, his mind racing through the consequences of failure, “The coma sets in ten hours after the first symptoms appear! Two hours later… is death!”
The juxtaposition of his calm, decisive orders with his intense internal thoughts highlights the enormity of the task at hand. His sense of urgency and the looming threat of death drive every action, creating a gripping and suspenseful atmosphere.
Benjamin’s Determination
The scene shifts to a grand and imposing setting, where soldiers stand guard at the steps of a monumental structure. The presence of power and authority looms large, reflected in the precise formation of armed guards and the grandeur of the architecture. At the heart of the moment stands First Prince Benjamin, his expression stern and resolute, his thoughts consumed by his singular goal. Benjamin’s internal monologue echoes with a fiery determination, “As long as I am officially anointed as successor, even if I die…” The weight of his ambition and the lengths to which he will go are evident in these words, revealing his unyielding focus on securing his position.
Behind him, soldiers move with purpose, a sign of the prince’s careful orchestration of events. A soldier declares, “First Prince Benjamin on deck!”
As the focus zooms in on Benjamin, his sharp features and furrowed brow reflect his intense focus. His thoughts continue, breaking down the intricate legal and political strategy that underpins his plans, “I must get Father’s declaration of succession and the documentation!!” He is fully aware of the bureaucratic and procedural hurdles ahead of him, but his determination remains unshakable, “Then, taking into account the time required for the legal proceedings of having my illegitimate child named as my official successor, I don’t have a moment to lose!!” The urgency of his mission is palpable. Benjamin’s calculating mind is on full display, emphasizing the cold, pragmatic nature of his ambitions.
The Battle for the Throne
The scene continues to build on the tense political struggle as First Prince Benjamin climbs the grand stairs of the royal palace. His towering figure, framed by the imposing structure, projects power and determination. The soldiers at his side stand vigilant, reflecting the militarized control that defines this critical moment in the succession battle. Benjamin’s thoughts echo with unwavering conviction, his mind racing with plans to ensure his legacy, “…I can hand the throne over to my child!!” The weight of his resolve is palpable as he mentally invokes the critical legal framework that supports his ambition, “Emergency Law Article 11! ‘Sustaining the monarchy in a crisis’ will apply!!!”
This law becomes his cornerstone, the key to legitimizing his actions and securing his child’s claim to the throne. His thoughts are clear, revealing a leader who is not merely reacting to events but methodically shaping them to his advantage. As the scene shifts, the perspective broadens to include the larger stakes of the succession war. A bold declaration erupts into the frame, encapsulating the gravity of the situation, “FOUR PRINCES LEFT!!!”
The tension intensifies as the pool of contenders for the throne narrows, signaling the impending climax of this brutal struggle. The phrase resonates like a countdown, underscoring the ruthless nature of the battle for power.
Benjamin’s Strategy
The scene shifts to a fortified and formal setting, where Benjamin stands at the helm of his forces, surrounded by armed soldiers. His stern expression reflects his unwavering determination to consolidate power, and his towering figure looms over his subordinates. The soldiers, clad in military uniforms and armed with rifles, stand ready. Their disciplined stances and sharp focus make it clear that this is not a mere show of force—this is a strategy to dominate the unfolding conflict. Benjamin’s commanding voice echoes through the space, addressing both his men and the gravity of the situation:
“I am Benjamin, deputy chief counsel. Without further ado…”
He wastes no time in outlining his broader strategy. His tone remains firm, with a calculated emphasis on his intent to use overwhelming authority, “At the central court, I will consolidate all three branches of government by military force…” The audacity of his declaration showcases his confidence in his own strength and the loyalty of his forces. As the camera shifts to a closer view of Benjamin, his sharp features reflect a combination of intellect and ruthlessness. He introduces himself with a sense of finality and power, a verbal claim to the authority he is determined to wield, “…And we are taking over this building as our joint force command center.”
The scene captures the full scope of the situation. Soldiers and officials stand in neat lines, awaiting their orders or ready to carry them out. The coordination and precision of Benjamin’s forces emphasize the scale of his operation, highlighting the calculated nature of his actions. His presence dominates the room, both literally and figuratively, as he positions himself as the inevitable ruler in this war of succession.
Three Witnesses
The room exudes an air of formality and tension as Benjamin continues to assert his authority. The atmosphere is thick with purpose, and every figure in the scene is locked in their role within this high-stakes moment.
To his side stands a soldier, Mizaistom, his expression alert but neutral, embodying the disciplined demeanor expected in Benjamin’s forces. On the left, Botobai Giante with a more rugged and intense expression listens carefully, his furrowed brow reflecting a mix of focus and understanding. Beside him, a sharp-suited official with glasses—likely a bureaucrat or legal counsel, Kaiser stands calm and poised, prepared to observe or intervene as required.
Benjamin’s deep voice cuts through the silent room, his words filled with commanding intent, “You three will be my witnesses.” The gravity of this statement is not lost on the room. His selection of these three figures as witnesses underscores the importance of the actions he is about to take. It also ensures accountability, a move as much about securing his plans as it is about demonstrating his confidence in their legitimacy.
The background reveals additional characters standing at attention, adding to the layered dynamic of the moment. They seem to await their roles, unsure of what’s coming but aware of the stakes. Meanwhile, Benjamin’s imposing figure and piercing gaze leave no room for doubt, he is a man in control, determined to see his ambitions fulfilled.
Mizaistom’s Thoughts
The scene intensifies as Benjamin firmly asserts his authority, justifying his actions amidst the charged political and militaristic tension. The room is filled with both soldiers and officials, their expressions ranging from obedient focus to quiet skepticism. Benjamin stands tall, commanding the room with his calculated tone and iron will. Mizaistom breaks the ice, his tone measured but challenging, “First, can you provide your basis for declaring martial law and the letter of authorization from the King?”
Benjamin begins his reply with a grave accusation, “Terrorism with a biological weapon, orchestrated by Fourth Prince Tserriednich and Ninth Prince Halkenburg. There was a collaborator in my military—a sample under development was brought on board.” The weight of the accusation hangs heavy, an explicit move to consolidate power under the guise of national security.
Benjamin adds smoothly, his tone is authoritative, designed to quash doubt, “There were multiple co-conspirators. Several suspects were arrested and are now being questioned.” The dialogue then shifts to Benjamin’s broader plan, as he calmly details the necessity of his actions, “Some of the suspects were accompanying the princes’ security teams when they were taken to secure locations. To be safe, I’d like to complete the administrative steps without delay.” In his mind, Benjamin’s intentions are clear, though not entirely altruistic. His internal strategy comes to light, “His plan… is to leverage the princes in Tier 1 as hostages to secure the three branches!!”
The scene cuts to one of Mizaistom’s thoughts, who critiques him sharply, “He’s an impulsive dictator who prefers shortcuts, true to his profile.” The accusation adds a layer of complexity to the power struggle, highlighting Benjamin’s ruthlessness and his tendency to bend truths for his advantage.
Benjamin continues to justify his actions, addressing the officer’s earlier concern, cementing his plan with a grim caveat, “We cannot release those who are suspected of infection from isolation until complete analysis of the sample.” Mizaistom stands there, his thoughts skeptical, “Probably most of this is conveniently twisted half-truths.” While Benajamin continues, “Without the integration of the three powers, I cannot permit their transfer to a hospital while I’m unsure of your ‘situation.’” He clarifies further, dismissing any doubt, “The King’s letter of authorization is being written as we speak. They will contact you as soon as it’s been signed and sealed. You can retrieve it then.”
As the scene concludes, Benjamin’s command is absolute, his focus unrelenting. His final words resonate with determination, “Let’s get this done.” Botobai calls, “Your Highness…”
Botobai’s Concern
The tension in the room remains palpable as Benjamin stands at the center of the operation, his imposing figure a focal point of authority. His face, stoic and commanding, reflects the high stakes of the moment. Botobai remarks with concern, “You look rather pale…Are you alright?” His tone carries a subtle mix of observation and suspicion. Benjamin, unfazed by the comment, maintains his unyielding composure as he responds, “There’s no problem at all.” His words are direct, leaving no room for doubt, though the intensity in his gaze betrays the weight of the situation.
Meanwhile, the narrative shifts focus to an Kaiser analyzing the unfolding events. He reflects internally on the prince’s relentless efforts, “If Benjamin is pushing so hard… because he himself has been infected…” The thought lingers, casting doubt over Benjamin’s condition. He then considers the dire timeline, “…Considering Halkenburg’s progression… he has 24 hours at most.”
On other hand, Benjamin’s inner thoughts emerge, emphasizing his determination to maintain control despite the odds, “If we can somehow stave this off for one more day… we’ll be able to see the light.” The declaration is a testament to his resilience and calculated strategy, even as the situation grows increasingly dire. Simultaneously, another perspective adds a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos,
“I still have my final stronghold!”
“40 minutes into special martial law.”
The timing is critical, as the narration reveals
Conclusion
Chapter 410 of Hunter x Hunter, titled Negotiation (4), masterfully encapsulates the essence of Togashi Yoshihiro’s storytelling, complex power dynamics, layered character motives, and high-stakes tension. The chapter is a turning point in the intricate succession war, where alliances, betrayals, and personal ambitions collide within a framework of strategic manipulation and survival.
With Prince Benjamin solidifying his military dominance and leveraging every legal and political advantage, the tension between the princes escalates to new heights. Meanwhile, the looming threat of supernatural forces, Nen abilities, and biological warfare adds another layer of complexity to the already volatile situation. With its climactic ending and unresolved stakes, Chapter 410 sets the stage for even greater conflict and intrigue, leaving readers eagerly anticipating the next chapter in this thrilling saga.
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