The Over-Break System

-Roughly Three Years after the Collapse of the DPZ-

"Char..." President Lallinstien found himself unable to refrain from uttering his adversary'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.

Wearing his signature platinum half mask and regal red and black outfit, Char propped his chin on his balled-up fist and smirked at the camera.

"Imagine my surprise when I found the acquisition orders for all these expensive and new ships, my; I couldn't believe the sheer amount of money you burned all for such a flashy and petty reason," Char stated wistfully.

"But for the life of me, I can't understand why, when your nation is starving for resources, going hungry, living in poverty, and stricken by a crime pandemic, you, as their President, have wasted years' worth of budget allocation for a means of transportation which could be solved with several simple, cheap teleportation formations."

"Fuel, the ships themselves, the pilots, all of these are expenses that could have been used to better your nation, yet instead, you selfishly decided to put on a play for the billions of eyes watching to satisfy your own ego and boost your numbers."

By this point, multiple murmurs washed over the competitors and staff as they did their best not to look away from Char toward their President.

Leaning to his right, the President growled through clenched teeth to his cabinet, "Cut the feed; I don't care how you do it but cut it NOW!" before straightening himself and glaring up at the projection.

"Flowery words, Char Aznable; I do not need to explain myself to a terrorist such as yourself. What I have done with this event is..." President Lallinstien, unable to contain his frustration, began speaking, only to get cut off and have his sentence finished by the golden-haired masked man.

"Allow the younger generation an opportunity like no other for growth and experience; yes, I am well aware of the falsities you use to justify your actions. However, all you are doing is attempting to cull the herd." Wearing a smirk vastly different from the one usually sported by Cynrik, Char continued.

"Your actions serve a singular purpose, to have these spoiled young masters fight tooth and nail over a handful of scraps left over from years of resource abuse. At the same time, hiding the fact that you have a surplus in storage for your and your cabinets' personal use."

Channeling copious amounts of Divine Particles and Mana, he unleashed a cloud of attacks, targeting each dropship and writing off all the competitors and staff as collateral damage.

Formulating a plot to turn public opinion against Char and solidify the man's image as a radical terrorist, Evander Lallinstien meant to destroy all those hopeful youngsters and turn them into martyrs.

Unfortunately, Cynrik had long since expected this outcome and was wholly prepared for the worst-case scenario. Although he himself couldn't be present and could not stand against an individual at the Peak of Tier-6, that didn't mean he didn't know someone who could.

In the moment before the President's attacks could obliterate the dropships, a bright flash of light appeared between the man and his targets.

When the flash diminished, it revealed a man in a similar uniform to Char's, only in green and black, with the same intricate golden embossments.

With a wave of his hand, this new masked man deflected the hundreds of attacks and sent them harmlessly toward the sky, saving the dropships and allowing them unhindered entrance into the Spatial Realm.

"WHO DARES!" President Lallinstien howled in rage as this new masked man's cape fluttered behind him.

"Thank you, Casaval Deikun. Your aid has allowed me to pull back the mask of the man Evander has proven to be." A charming smile spread across Char's hologram as he saluted Casaval, the new masked man.

With a brief acknowledgment of his leader, Casaval channeled mana into his throat before following the script given to him by Char.

"SIEG ZEON!" Casaval shouted with a booming voice before vanishing from sight as if he were never there to begin with.

Sieg Zeon...the declaration hung in the air for everyone to hear, leaving a lasting impact on those Casaval had saved for the rest of their lives.

However, Char wasn't finished; once Casaval had left, he turned his attention back toward the furious and flustered President before his gaze sharpened, addressing those watching nationwide.

"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."