The Over-Break System

-Roughly Three Years after the Collapse of the DPZ-

”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.”

Standing up from his throne and walking toward the camera, Char’s cape fluttered to his waist as Nanai followed him down the stairs.

”Today, I have shown you all just how low this man will sink into depravity to satisfy his means, and if it weren’t for my foresight in sending my subordinate to protect the competitors, I don’t doubt he would have shifted the blame unto me, blaming not only myself but also Zeon for their deaths.”

”Young people, from all across our great nation, came to this event in hopes of progressing and forging their path to the future with their own hands; however, they were nearly snuffed out by the hands of a President who cares little about their needs, wants, or even lives.”

Stopping a few feet from the camera and striking a noble pose, with his hands crossed behind him and back straight, Char continued his address.

”If he is capable of doing this to your Children, brothers, sisters, lovers, and friends, what makes you believe he has the best interest in mind for the Nation? Why would you EVER put your faith and lives in the hands of a madman like Evander Lallinstien?”

”Burn this fact into your memories, and never forget the type of person your Elected President is.” Finished with his statement, Char noticed movement from below and ignored it as a furious ant in his eyes kicked off the ground in his direction.

”Char, your words are useless; I’ve cut the feed to the masses; the people of Amestria Moor will not acknowledge anything you say. YOU HAVE LOST!” Flying up toward the hologram, President Lallinstien snarled through clenched teeth, causing the giant hologram to turn its eyes downward toward him in disdain.

”How foolish can you be, Evander? Do you genuinely think that I, someone who is more than capable of hacking into and taking control over not only your dropships but also the media companies broadcasting software, have not put in place hundreds of roadblocks to stop that very thing from happening?”

”Are you indeed so naive?” Shaking his head as if looking at a pitiful puppy left in the rain, Char waved his hand in turn, creating thousands of smaller hologram screens all around the President, each one showing a different news anchor and, in the background, the live video of what he was currently doing.

At that moment, President Lallinstien’s face paled, and he slowly descended to the ground, terror in his eyes as he knew things hadn’t gone even remotely close to plan.

He had wholly believed irrationally that his staff had cut the feed, and for all of a second, that staff member had succeeded; however, Cynrik, from the leisure of his recliner, using his Watcet, instantly brought the feedback up, making Holo-Tvs around the nation blip for a second before resuming like nothing had happened.

”Sigh, I don’t know why I expected anything other than foolishness from you, Evander, as you are a mere puppet being strung along by a larger and more sinister organization.”

Dropping this sudden bit of information sent the Country into a frenzy, as no one had even believed it to be possible their President was a puppet.

To be honest, even Cynrik wasn’t entirely sure of the existence of a shadow government controlling the President, but he had found enough evidence to support this theory as a possibility.

Since he was frankly running out of things to say, with his original goal complete, he decided to stoke the fires as much as possible before finishing things off.

And the effect of his words was instantaneous; President Lallinstien lashed out in unbridled fury at the mention of being a puppet, launching hundreds of silver lights at the holograms surrounding him. It was a futile task, as the instant the attack blurred through the holograms, they reassembled good as new.

”I AM NO ONES PUPPET, CHAR AZNABLE!” He screamed while continuing his attack, in the process killing several key members of society who had come to watch the ceremony leading to the Advancement Strife.

”Puppet or not, you are a fool; look at what you are doing; you have killed hundreds on live TV. Do you understand the consequences of your actions, or have you lost your mind, Evander?”

Glancing away, Char faintly mumbled his following sentence as if attempting to hide his feelings from those watching; however, it was a constructed plot, and the microphone picked up his every word.

”This is such a sad day in the history of our Nation. From the highest high to the lowest low in no time at all.” Clutching his mask with the tips of his left-hand fingers, Char appeared distraught at what he had seen and seemed to be mourning.

However, after a few seconds of this, he appeared to steel his resolve, dropped his hand, and stood imposingly over the angry and mindbroken President.

”Evander Lallinstien, your actions today have proven you are unfit to lead our Nation; as such, I denounce you as the leader of Amestria Moor and call for the people to bear witness as I, Char Aznable, cleanse our lands of the disease which has corrupted our lives on the highest level.” Holding up his hand, Casaval again appeared imposingly and drew his weapon, a large, futuristic battle axe.

Soon, a brief and one-sided battle began, with Casaval swiftly becoming the victor. In his rage, the President had exhausted too much energy and could not defend himself properly, resulting in him kneeling before the still-fresh Casaval.

Then, looking up at Char’s hologram for confirmation, which came in the form of a nod, Casaval brought his glowing battle axe down on the neck of the President, cleaving off his head with a single strike.

However, since it wasn’t nearly that easy to entirely kill someone at the Peak of Tier-6, Casaval reached out with his free hand in the air, grasping hold of something intangible, Evander’s soul, and crushed it before absorbing all the Divine Particles in the corpse, retrieving his items, and finally standing at attention before Char.

”Commander, it is done,” Casaval stated with a deep and gruff voice, unlike any the members of MyrkLys were familiar with.

”Good work, Casaval; I want you to stay and guard the portal until all the Academy Headmasters appear, and we shall leave the rest of this event to them.” Briefly giving his orders, Char again addressed those watching on their devices.

”As those born in this great Nation, we can no longer allow the filth that has seeped into the cracks of our government to continue its corrosion and corruption.”

”I do not wish to generate a hostile takeover; from the start, my only goal was to open your eyes to what is happening behind the scenes; for too long, our people have been restricted from knowledge and resources. I hope you heed my words and make a systematic change, or else…I will one day return. Sieg Zeon!” With that, the hologram disappeared.