Daily Life

"Search them. Don't let a single one get away!"

The chairman of the National Security Committee paced back and forth. Broken glass still littered the floor, and when his military boots stepped on it, they crushed the tiny shards beneath them.

Military boots were designed to counter disgusting tactics, such as laying down a net covered in rusty nails and then scattering loose soil over it.

During this World War, something just like that had happened. Gefra's troops had barely landed before they were driven back by those nails.

At the same time, people discovered a terrifying terminal illness: a disease for which no special medicine had been found, even to this day—Rust Death Disease.

Once a rusty piece of iron pierced the human body, it could leave behind a deadly bacterium. The bacterium would not remain dormant for long. Once it struck, it would take the victim's life.

To this day, the Federation's medical groups had found no way to snatch patients back from the hands of death. They could not even delay the time of death.

The only thing they could do was cut open the wound and clean the skin as soon as possible after rusty iron pierced it.

To ensure that Federation soldiers would not encounter such problems, "protective military boots" had been added to military procurement. A layer of steel plate was embedded in both the soles and the fronts.

Kicking a wall with all one's strength while wearing those boots could leave a shallow dent in it, let alone a few shards of glass.

In a place beyond people's awareness, after a twisting sound that made their scalps prickle, the Committee Chairman stopped in front of them.

"I demand that the entire Federation carry out another large-scale purge. Every one of you, leave your