Within Earth Unified Army Headquarters, all senior officers stationed on Earth and the Supreme Commander no longer dared to trust anyone but themselves. The friendliness and smiles displayed openly could not erase the wariness and suspicion hidden beneath, because what had happened to General George was simply far too abnormal.
If the miscalculation of the insect numbers and the appearance of the Primal Demon could be called accidents, then the sheer number of traitors within the mixed fleet was far too difficult to explain as an accident. In the video records, no one hesitated or paused after hearing Cruze's magnetic voice. The hundreds of warships fired decisively and directly, leaving no time for anyone to react. It felt sudden, yet clearly not unpremeditated.
No one suspected that General George had staged the whole thing himself. That anger and unwillingness were impossible to fake. As a result, George had instead become one of the most welcomed people in the Earth Unified Army. Even while recovering at home every day, he could not stop the endless stream of visitors coming to see him.
But in reality, General George had merely cleverly redirected his anger and resentment toward Cruze onto Earth Unified Army Headquarters. He had magnified and genuinely displayed his fury over being assigned such a dangerous mission by the Earth Unified Army, only to end up completely under someone else's control.
General George had visitors every day, and while he received them, Cruze was not idle either. He stayed hidden in the shadows, observing everyone who came to visit. Cruze was now like a master psychologist, doing his utmost to infer each visitor's thoughts from their movements, expressions, tone, and manner of speech, while comparing them against the intelligence George had gathered.
Cruze seemed to enjoy manipulating others through human nature.