When the excellent rating appeared alongside a casualty report of zero and finally settled on the enormous screen in the center of the square, all of Tianshu City fell silent.
The thousands of surviving citizens stood in a strange, speechless daze.
Four minutes and fifty-seven seconds.
Three hundred and twelve Wrath Hosts that had once struck terror into their hearts.
Zero casualties.
Data did not lie.
That battle report shattered everything they thought they knew about combat and power.
Fear? Not anymore.
Sacrifice? No longer necessary.
Under the new system Season Star had built, war had become a mathematical problem with a precise solution.
The monsters that had once driven them to despair were merely errors in the equation, easily erased.
After a brief silence, the square erupted like a crashing tidal wave!
"We won..." An old veteran with a missing arm and an old scar on his face stared at the screen through clouded eyes. Tears rolled down his cheeks.
He had survived some of the bloodiest Monster Sieges of Richard's era. Every time, countless comrades had died to hold the line.
Survival had come down to luck.
But what had he just witnessed?
A sweep with no grief, no screams—only absolute efficiency.
"A Divine Miracle! This is a real Divine Miracle!"
"Richard was a fraud! He sent us to die so he could gain Divine Grace for himself! What Season Star has given us is real power!"
"I want to ascend! I'll give up everything! Let me become an Ascender!"
The crowd went wild!
The last traces of doubt and instinctive revulsion toward mechanical modification were crushed by that overwhelming victory, replaced by fervent adoration and longing.
They surged toward the Logic Lighthouse like mad, toward the girl who had stood there quietly from beginning to end.
"Season