Seventy-two hours later.
"Commander! The West Capital Safe Zone has begun gathering Awakeners!"
"Those bastards aren't even trying to hide it. They're openly claiming on the War Zone Channel that they're going to wipe us out! They say we're rioters who destroyed this place!"
"Look, look! So many Safe Zones have responded to them. What should we do!?"
Inside the intact Commander's Mansion of the Safe Zone, the young man listened to his subordinates' reports with an apparently calm expression, though his fists were clenched tight.
A strained smile appeared on his face as he pretended to remain composed.
"It's fine. As long as we can hold firmly to our beliefs, we'll definitely win! God is with us! What we represent is never surrendering. We represent the light!"
"Our strength will grow stronger and stronger! No matter what, I'll always stand at the very front!"
After taking a deep breath, the young man somewhat evasively avoided the excited and admiring gazes of the crowd. He hurriedly changed the subject instead.
"Well, we have our own Safe Zone now. Open the warehouses! Let everyone eat their fill!"
"All supplies are to be divided equally among everyone! These things originally belonged to every one of us!"
After speaking, the young man swept his gaze over several mid-level Awakeners who had surrendered, his expression suddenly turning cold.
"Don't call me Commander! I'm not one of those pieces of trash who oppress the lower classes!"
"Here, nobody stands above anyone else. We're all working together for our beliefs and ideals!"
"The way we address one another must never be based on rank. Every person is equal! You should call me—"
"Call me—"
He hesitated briefly, but his feelings were genuine.
Whenever the surrendered Awakeners ingratiatingly called him Commander, the young man would think of