The Over-Break System

-Roughly Three Years after the Collapse of the DPZ-

"Upon entering your dropship, the event staff will scan you from top to bottom, and all external items will be confiscated until you leave the Spatial Realm. That includes your clothing and armor; however, we will supply you with a basic outfit."

With this announcement, the bulk of those youth present became agitated, and some even voiced concerns, throwing around family names or titles.

Unfortunately, those bratty youngsters were all ignored, and soon enough, the President closed his speech before ushering the youths toward their respective dropships.

{{Guys...is it just me, or does the Advancement Strife seem eerily similar to a fusion of the Hun***-Games and Pu*-G.}} Leaning back on his couch before pulling Gabby into his arms, Brance found himself unable to shake the thought from his mind.

{{Darling...you don't think the President is...}} Selene's words trailed off, and soon, her fears were confirmed.

{{There is a strong possibility that President Lallinstien is a Legacy Charge, and one from Earth at that. However, that isn't a conclusion we can make just yet. There is still a chance that he has a staff member from Earth who helped design the event.}}

{{Hold up, if that's the case, doesn't that mean that it's not outside the realm of possibility that he has already recognized you, at the very least, as a Reincarnator from Earth?

I mean, you have a habit of ripping off Anime techniques, and even your Alter-Ego as Char could have been picked up on by him.}} Coming to a startling realization, Brance shot Cynrik a worried glance only to be met by his older brother's usual passive gaze.

{{Wow, usually you leave jumping to conclusions to me, Brancie; this is oddly refreshing. Anyway, the answer to your question is not necessarily. Since the President is significantly older than us, even if he knows something as big as the Hun***-Games and Pu-G, which were considerably mainstream in the late 2010s onward, the odds that he gets the abundant anime references I make are slim at best.}}

Cynrik mulled over his thoughts for a few seconds, running through every potential situation and scenario that could out his identity as a reincarnator and LC.

Due to the size of the order and the oddly specific requirements each ship needed to work within the Spatial Realm, along with being large enough to hold the competitors, each ship was Brand spanking new.

Because of these factors, it was nearly impossible for the President and his cabinet to hide the paper trail from Cynrik. As such, with some clever plotting, a lot of spending, and some espionage, "Char" had left a few presents through his organization.

{{It's beginning,}} Cynrik stated with an ominous tone, causing Brance to flinch.

Funny enough, he had chosen to speak in the mind link instead of aloud for a reason. Because he was still suspicious of a certain Fiance, even after having her around for several years, Cynrik had yet to tell Benny, Gabby, Melody, and Kurza about his alter ego. As such, they were left in the dark regarding his plan, much like Brance was at present.

GOOONG, DOOOOM, GOOONG, DOOOM!

At Cynrik's command, two distinct sounds came through the Holo-Tv sound system. The first was a loud, gonging, profound bell toll, and the other was a resounding echo.

With the two chimes, every one of the competitors and event staff went entirely still, fear evident on the younger generations' faces, and the camera panned away from the dropships to President Lallinstien, who could be seen gritting his teeth through a deep frown.

"Heh, well, isn't this surprising? It seems the Usurper false President has chosen to make quite the show this time." The charismatic and noble voice belonging to Char Azanable seemed to appear from every direction.

This effect was brought about by Cynrik hacking into not only the broadcasting software used by the new outlets but also the stage speakers...not even the dropship speakers were left alone, making it so those outside the Spatial Realm could hear his every word.

"Char..." President Lallinstine found himself unable to refrain from uttering his adviser'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.