The Elite Training Camp

Rock's lightning purge quickly sent shock waves through the highest levels of the World Government.

For those erased were not merely Marines who had "neglected their duties."

They were entire networks of covert agents and shadows buried deep within the Marines, long used by the World Government.

The moment the intelligence reached the World Government, genuine chaos broke out in the Room of Authority for the first time.

The meeting was abruptly suspended. Plans to apply pressure, documents demanding accountability, and carefully drafted political statements were all put on hold.

Not because they did not want to act, but because they could not.

For on the heels of the first intelligence reports came one document after another—

Reports they could not refute.

The background of every person executed, where their intelligence had gone, how they had made contact, and even the "coincidences" they had engineered at critical moments were all laid out clearly.

The records went so far as to pinpoint a delay on a particular patrol, a "mistake" in a particular supply run, or a seemingly insignificant change to a document.

Every detail had been broken down, compared, and reconstructed.

Like anatomical charts spread across a table, they exposed every vein and nerve hidden beneath the institution.

The Room of Authority fell deathly silent.

The Five Elders exchanged glances and finally recognized a fact they could not avoid—

Rock had not lost control in a fit of rage.

For a very long time, he had patiently and calmly tracked down the tendrils they had planted within the Marines, one by one.

Then, when the moment was right, he had severed them all at once.

In the end, the World Government backed down.

Faced with such ironclad evidence, any counterattack would only backfire.

They neither wanted nor dared to provoke