"Anything for my country," Raven saluted. Her hair was a pure, stark black, a perfect match for the color of her eyes."You are blessed, my daughter," Messa said. Raven was the daughter of an old comrade of theirs who had fallen in battle.When Raven was still a child, she had been sent to a martial arts temple in Newar. As she had been her father's only family, he always made sure to send her money regularly.Ten years later, she had become a powerful general in the Newar military, dealing heavy blows to their enemies. Then, four years after that, her father died. Upon learning of his death, she formally resigned from the Newar military and returned home.It had now been six months, and she had refused to leave again. Instead, she stayed behind to lead the army. She had already achieved many victories and was well respected, despite being both young and new to command.No one ever dared to look down on her."Is there anything you wish to tell us old fellows?" Otega laughed."Yes," sh

The other person was the mercenary leader, Shawn. His prominence was not due to any supernatural strength, but because of his exceptional marksmanship.His aim was always accurate, seeming to have a mind of its own, as if he could calculate an enemy’s movement and predict exactly when and where they were going to be. It was a strong intuition. He was someone truly gifted, and Mark immediately wished to have him as a subordinate.Mark moved like a blur, disappearing in the next moment. With Strength ×30, Speed ×25, Agility ×40, Reaction Speed ×50, and Senses ×40, all coupled with the advantages of his martial arts, he was unstoppable.He engaged the enemies in close combat. The first two he reached, he grabbed their heads and smashed them together. Their skulls cracked, splattering brain matter.Another attacker appeared before him and fired, but Mark vanished, letting the bullet miss him. Before the attacker could react, Mark twisted his head around, leaving him facing backward.Mark

"Could it be that the Asmerians are actually behind the biggest mercenary group? I thought they worked for different clients?" Raven asked."That is just camouflage," Shawn explained. "They are very skilled at staying hidden. The reason they are so active now is because the temporary peace, the Panya government taking over most of the mines, and the terrorists occupying the rest, have cut off their access to Panya’s resources.""And that is why they exposed the Burusia government’s involvement with the terrorists and engaged them as well. They are hoping another war will give them another opening." Raven analyzed."Exactly, girl. You got it." Shawn nodded.They arrived at the headquarters of the freedom fighters."Mr. Mark, can you stay behind and have dinner with us? We are preparing a banquet. You can depart tomorrow," Messa offered.Mark thought carefully. It was already evening, and staying would also help build trust with the freedom fighters."Alright," he agreed.They quickly a

Only Mark knew the reason why there had suddenly been no network for one minute. It was a new technology he had bought from the system, one capable of temporarily disabling communications.It was limited, though, by how wide the radius was and how long it could last. It also required recharging after each use with a large supply of electrical current.Everyone returned to their beds, but no one truly slept. Who would sleep knowing there was a chance of being assassinated? Still, the security was tightened, ensuring everyone’s safety.The next day, they rose early and departed. The two generals and the girl Raven stood at the dock and waved at them."Strange," Shawn muttered with a frown."What is it?" Stuart asked."Two of the emergency boats we hid are gone. One of them is missing," he replied."Who could have taken it? Are you going to investigate?""No need to. Forget about the boat," Mark said.Stuart looked at him suspiciously. He sat beside him and whispered, "Mark, the assassin

"They are the ones who assassinated the officials for revenge," Peter said."Peter, be careful with your words. This is a very sensitive topic. And you should know that if Messa had such power at his disposal, he would not use it simply for petty revenge," the president replied."I am serious, Mr. President. One of my aides who led the attack on Mabupanya Island managed to intercept one of them trying to escape. The aide was lucky to survive since that person was extremely powerful, but he was wounded and is currently hospitalized. You can verify it yourself.""Hmm, we will do that later. Continue," the president urged."Think about it, my Lord. Why would they appear on the same day that five high government officials were murdered? Do you think he came just to take a leisurely stroll through the enemy camp?" Peter pressed.The president felt that Peter’s reasoning did not fully hold up, but Peter was a reputable man and their financial supporter. He had proven to be honest throughou