To be honest, Battlefield Atmosphere Team was getting a little nervous.
After obtaining Marshal Julius's "family heirloom" power armor, he had assumed the mission was over. He could leave the rest to the survivors of Triumph City, retire with honors, and head back to the forums to brag.
What he hadn't expected was that the fervent residents of Triumph City simply wouldn't let him leave. They had even shoved him into the position of Governor.
He thought these people had to be insane.
At most, he had only ever made it to centurion. He had never even commanded two thousand people, so how could he possibly govern a survivor organization spanning tens of millions of square kilometers?
However, the other Velanders did not see it that way.
Not to mention Razer and the ministers who had found him afterward, even Penny, the "comrade-in-arms" who had supported him all along, seriously stated that no one was more suitable for the position than him.
The Legion needed reform.
They had to abolish the old, unequal laws and establish new rules... to unite the Velanders of the entire settlement with survivors of every other race.
In Penny's words, this was not merely the Marshal's final wish. It was also the shared choice of all Velanders who had had enough of the commanders' lies.
After hearing her, Veteran was completely stunned.
Holy crap, the true successor to The Alliance was in Triumph City?!
This girl was even more "Alliance" than him, the undercover agent. At least, he had never suggested that the Velanders imitate The Alliance's social model.
Unable to make up his mind, he eventually logged out, wrote a report several hundred words long, and submitted the intelligence through the official website's mission page, hoping the Administrator would make the decision for him.