All Chapters of Getting a Technology System in Modern Day: Chapter 931
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933 - The Effects on Imperial Ctizens
It seemed the fear of death had become an excellent motivator for the officials who had met with Kumakar. They had already begun implementing their share of the plan, and gradually, their hatred toward the Empire deepened, fueled further by worsening economic conditions that had finally started to impact them directly. Most of them chose the easiest path available: to hate and blame the Empire for their suffering, branding it as tyrannical.Aided by the very real economic hardships that were now beginning to bite, the message took root. As trade slowed and the flow of goods from other systems dried up, it was easier to blame the distant, faceless Empire than their own leader’s pride. Hatred, once a spark, was fanned into a flame.The first real flashpoint occurred, as most things now did, in the virtual world.Attacks targeting imperial citizens began to occur, imperial businesses were vandalized, and anything associated with the Empire became a target of hostility. Those involved in
934 - Operation Liberation
As each day passed and the situation continued to deteriorate, the Bilakis civilizations intensified their propaganda, fanning the flames and pushing the blame squarely onto the Empire. Their efforts bore fruit—attacks against imperial citizens surged, and frustration among the Empire’s own population skyrocketed. Yet, the Empire maintained its silence, adhering strictly to its established rules without offering additional guidance or action.To many, this inaction felt like indifference. And eventually, some imperial citizens decided they’d had enough.Seeing that the system offered no real protection beyond procedural punishments, they began to retaliate. What began as an isolated incident of someone using a cane to fight back and ending up killing his Bilakis attacker, quickly escalated into full-blown clashes within VR, massive, chaotic fights between citizens of the two civilizations. In several high-profile cases, combatants pushed things to the brink, sometimes even killing eac
935 - A Welcome
The after-action report painted a grim but predictable picture. The battle with the rearguard had been short and brutal.“For a rearguard, they were surprisingly aggressive,” the Elara admiral mused, his eyes scanning the data streams. The invaders had fought with a suicidal ferocity, a desperate, cornered-animal rage that had cost the Elara fleet one of their frigates. When their weapons were depleted, they had simply turned their ships into missiles, a final, spiteful act of defiance.After all, the only difference between a spaceship and a missile is intent. One carries people and can be stopped. The other doesn’t. But both can bring death if the pilot is determined enough to become part of the payload.“Retreat was never an option for them, Admiral,” his assistant, a young officer named Kaelen, replied. He stood at the admiral’s flank, his own gaze fixed on the tactical display. “The moment they knew they were discovered, their only mission was to die fighting. To be captured or t
936 - A CRISISS
A silent, blinding flash erupted on the main viewscreen, a star being born and dying in the space of a millisecond. The Elara admiral froze, his hand halfway to his chin. He turned his gaze to the tactical display, but before he could even focus, the feed switched, showing a live, horrifying image from the planet’s surface. A massive mushroom cloud was still climbing into the sky, its shadow spreading like a stain, consuming kilometers of land with each passing second.“Admiral, an explosion—” the communications officer began, her voice tight with shock.“I can see that,” the admiral snapped, cutting her off. His voice was a low growl of suppressed rage. “Give me the information I *can’t* see. I am not blind.” In that single, searing moment, he saw his career flash before his eyes. The assured promotion, the prestige, the honor, all of it was vaporizing, turning to ash in the face of this catastrophe.“Yes, sir,” the officer replied, her professionalism a steady anchor in the sudden c
937 - Precedent
Aron hovered in the silent void of the Universal Simulation, a silent observer observing a dozen different wars unfold across a dozen different star systems. Before him and the high-level government officials and their corresponding AIs, holographic displays bloomed like malevolent flowers, each one a window into a world under siege. They watched as Dreznor’s fleets, a mix of Imperial-forged warships and locally produced vessels, engaged the probing forces of the Conclave.{We are holding our ground, for now,} Nyx’s voice echoed in the quiet of his private observation deck. Her avatar stood beside him, a calm, analytical presence amidst the chaos. {Dreznor was wise to follow our suggestion. He left ample forces to defend each captured world and has been aggressively recruiting from the local populations. The excess manufacturing capacity on those planets is now dedicated entirely to producing new warships.}She highlighted a tactical overlay. It had been less than ten minutes since th
938 - Dreznor, The Man Under Siege
{We’re putting up a strong fight. The local recruits are holding their ground with a determination that can only come from defending their homes. They know what’s waiting for them if we fail,} the Little Protagonist said, her voice calm but underlined by urgency. {We haven’t lost a single planet yet. But the last one we captured is currently the most vulnerable one. Its military industry isn’t operational yet, and by the time the attacks started we hadn’t finished setting up their production chains. The soldiers there are trained, but they’re relying entirely on the equipment we brought for the invasion. I suggest we transfer some spare ships from systems that currently have more than they need to help them hold the line.}Dreznor nodded, scanning the report she’d compiled. The initial shock of the Conclave’s surprise counteroffensive had already passed, as six hours had gone by since the first wave hit. Still, the strategic implications were only now beginning to crystallize.“They r
939 - Spreading Flames
By the tenth hour since the coordinated counteroffensive had begun and while the battles still raged across dozens of contested star systems under the invaders' control, a high-level emergency meeting was underway within the Conclave's war chamber.The room buzzed with urgency. Holographic feeds from dozens of battlefronts flickered above the central table, each display showing a different conflict zone with shifting territorial lines. The leaders of the top Conclave civilizations were either seated around the war table in person or projecting in via holograms. Recognizing the need for centralized leadership, a commander was appointed to serve a one-week term. Though the role carried significant influence, his authority was limited to making final decisions on actions against enemy forces. Even then, his decisions could be overridden by a majority vote from the Conclave leaders if deemed counterproductive to their objectives or excessively risky and costly.“I believe we’ve gathered
940 - Dreznor's Address
By the twelfth hour since ‘Operation Liberation’ had begun, an obscure post materialized on the Virellan side of the Conclave’s primary social media network. It was a simple video, yet it held a power that transcended the digital realm. Slowly, quietly, it began to gain traction. Then, with a sudden, explosive surge, it went viral. Within two hours, nearly half of all Virellans online had witnessed its contents.The video itself was barely ten minutes long, but its message struck like a bolt of lightning, shaking every Virellan who watched it to their core. It addressed the greatest shame of their civilization, the open wound of their collective history. And the man in the video, one of their own, offered not just a solution, but a living, undeniable proof of its success.Miles away, a young Virellan man, no older than nineteen, sat transfixed before his VR console. The video had been forwarded by a friend, whose voice, even through the digital comms, had sounded teary, choked with an
941 - The Reaction
The ripple effect of Dreznor’s broadcast was immediate and devastating. Within hours, the video, an anomaly bypassing established communication protocols, exploded across the Conclave’s digital networks like a super-contagious virus. It latched onto every open connection, every shared link, spreading from friend lists to public feeds. Screenshots of shocking atrocities and impassioned calls for liberation jumped between civilizations, igniting a firestorm of debate.The primary battlefield for this digital war of ideals was Pangea, the Empire’s own social media platform. While the Empire had carefully segmented Pangea into civilization-specific bubbles to prevent precisely this kind of intercultural conflict, the raw emotional power of Dreznor’s message bypassed these barriers. It spread through direct shares, a testament to its compelling nature. The world was now seeing itself, unvarnished, through the eyes of the enslaved.The Virrellan sector of Pangea was a maelstrom of activity.
942 - Between a Rock and a Hard Place
The representative's face carried an almost imperceptible sign of agitation as he looked at the man in front of him. He sat across the virtual table from Youssef, his crystalline form reflecting the sterile, featureless walls of the Empire’s standard diplomatic meeting room in the VR. The viral spread of Dreznor’s message, detailing the horrors of slavery and the ongoing liberation, had become a storm in the Conclave’s digital world, and now, it was knocking on the Empire’s door.“Unfortunately, that is something we cannot do,” Youssef stated, his voice calm, polite, and utterly unyielding. He did not raise his tone, nor did he break eye contact as he watched the representative’s subtle reactions.“What? What do you mean you cannot?” the representative retorted, his voice rising in pitch, cutting off Youssef mid-sentence. “Do you not see the level of problem this video is causing? It is tearing apart our internal unity, creating civil unrest on dozens of worlds!”“As I was about to sa