Ch.51[Episode 51] Reversal Hearing

Sir Dominic could immediately understand what Senator Muscleman meant about not being surprised if people started flying around, breaking, and shattering.

“So! Shouldn’t we check the stats first!”

“Is someone without speaking rights allowed to speak? Mr. Chairman! A warning for that member!”

“Speaking rights are something you seize for yourself! It’s a duel!”

“Fine, today I’ll finally cure your duel addiction! ←↙↓↘→ ⓐⓑ!”

Literally, a brawl broke out with members flying through the air, heads cracking, and bones breaking.

“Chaotic, isn’t it? But even in this chaos, we still get things done. Come this way.”

Muscleman, who had appeared out of nowhere, grabbed Sir Dominic’s arm and led him through the chaotic brawl.

The place Muscleman led him to was right behind the chairman’s seat.

“You’re here? Then everyone has arrived.”

The area behind the chairman’s seat was like a castle wall or tower, a place isolated from the hearing room.

The chairman counted the number of people gathered there and nodded, confirming that everyone had arrived.

“I don’t know why you called me here—”

A young man with bushy hair wearing a red checkered shirt and thick glasses spoke.

He looked completely disheartened after just 10 minutes of witnessing the increasingly bloody scene in the hearing room.

“Um, could you please let me go?”

“The representative of System Industries is being modest. Don’t worry. Your job is simply to verify what we’re doing.”

“The same goes for Chairman Black. We were able to plan this far with the information you provided. Thank you again.”

“Well, things have gone too far. And call me Black. Don’t call me Morgana so familiarly.”

Why were these people gathered here?

Sir Dominic pondered the current situation carefully.

Let’s turn back time a bit, to when Sir Dominic and Muscleman were having their conversation.

“Would you please help us revive the tanker class?”

Muscleman extended his hand.

Sir Dominic looked at that hand.

And on that hand, something was written.

‘Please refuse for now. We’re being bugged. Someone is listening to our conversation.’

Sir Dominic stared at the hand for a moment, reading the message.

Since Sir Dominic was already half convinced by Muscleman’s words, he decided to follow Muscleman’s plan to the end.

“I’m afraid that would be difficult. Gacha Land is still too overwhelming for me.”

Sir Dominic spoke in the calmest tone possible. However, he couldn’t help but falter slightly at the end. He should have said “overwhelming for me, sir” instead of “overwhelming for me,” but fortunately, no one noticed this fact.

Muscleman withdrew his hand, pretending to be disappointed.

“Is that so… That’s unfortunate. If you change your mind, please come find me.”

Muscleman raised his other hand. Written on it was: ‘I’ll explain on the way.’

After leaving the bugged room, the two began quietly conversing while navigating through the maze-like corridors.

“Trom has gone too far. He built his reputation by blaming others for everything, but he’s trying to cause chaos in Gacha Land with his absurd promises.”

“Whether that’s intentional or just a coincidence stemming from his paranoid delusions,” Muscleman added, checking the alleyways for people.

“It’s true that Gacha Land is a mess and called a ‘dead game,’ but that doesn’t mean Gacha Land has forgotten the basics.”

“The basics?”

“To be fun. To be enjoyable as a game.”

Muscleman said proudly with a nice smile.

“Most council members protect that principle while pursuing their own interests, but not Trom. He just sees Gacha Land as a tool. A tool to project his desires.”

“If a game is filled only with desire… especially in a place with strong randomness like Gacha Land, if you only chase desire, it becomes gambling, not a game.”

“But we can’t just restrict Trom outright. Trom was elected with the support of DPS players, and his provocative promises have secured the solid support of mindless DPS players. However, those with a deep understanding of the DPS class actually view Trom unfavorably.”

“We needed a way to restrain Trom, and finally found someone Trom would dislike who has also gained recognition among people. That’s you.”

Muscleman revealed important facts while pretending nothing was unusual each time they turned a corner.

Sir Dominic was overwhelmed by the flood of information.

His specialty was war, not political strife.

Being a knight rather than a commander, it wasn’t apparent, but he was very ignorant about politics.

Whether aware of Sir Dominic’s thoughts or not, Muscleman continued talking.

“Thanks to you, we’ve seized an opportunity. We didn’t expect Trom to act so foolishly. With this chance, Trom will fall into the trap we’ve set.”

After saying this, Muscleman looked at Sir Dominic, who had suddenly gone quiet.

Sir Dominic was looking at Muscleman with a strange expression that combined not understanding, vaguely getting it, and “what should I eat for dinner tonight?”

“Ahem. Anyway, to preserve the essence of Gacha Land, we desperately need your help.”

Muscleman cut his explanation short. No matter how much he explained, Sir Dominic didn’t seem likely to understand.

Instead, Muscleman offered Sir Dominic one sincere statement.

“Will you help us?”

“Now that’s what I’m talking about.”

Sir Dominic sighed with relief when he finally heard something he could understand.

“So, you want me to be the bait.”

Muscleman thought about phrasing it more delicately but didn’t bother saying it out loud.

In a way, Sir Dominic was right.

“That’s my specialty. Leave it to me.”

Sir Dominic accepted too easily.

He accepted so easily that Muscleman felt embarrassed as he mentally discarded the forty different ways he had prepared to persuade Sir Dominic.

But Sir Dominic hadn’t accepted blindly.

First of all, Sir Dominic was a knight. To him, knights were those who must always respond to others’ requests for help. Especially if that request was to punish evil.

Above all, Sir Dominic, who came from a serf background, often received “requests” from others.

It was the same now.

Sir Dominic was still a knight, and he had received a request to help defeat the evil before him.

As long as Sir Dominic couldn’t find a reason to refuse, Muscleman’s proposal became something he had to accept.

Sir Dominic, who still hadn’t shed the customs of Feralant, accepted this task for that reason.

Sir Dominic became happy.

“So, what should I do, and who will help us? How will the plan proceed?”

Sir Dominic decided to dig deeper for information since things had come to this.

Muscleman smiled at Sir Dominic’s enthusiasm and spoke.

It wouldn’t be right for a tanker to doubt and be wary of someone who so readily agreed to help them—he should express gratitude and cooperate.

“The plan is as follows—”

Muscleman began to explain the ongoing plan in detail.

Muscleman was a man who knew how to uphold the principles of a tanker.

…

In the council member’s waiting room after Trom had left.

The remaining aide backed up the audio files from the listening device and then packed up the equipment.

‘Make sure the device isn’t noticeable. Got it?’

It was as if he could hear Trom’s words in his ear.

Following Trom’s instructions, the aide hid the listening device between clothes in an ordinary box to keep it inconspicuous.

If anyone asked what the bag was for, he could simply say it contained clothes he carried around to assist the council member 24 hours a day.

The aide left the waiting room and headed outside.

It would take quite some time for the hearing to end.

There was only one agenda item, but the aide knew from something he had heard that those doors wouldn’t open for a very long time.

Finally leaving the Executive branch building, the aide walked toward the parking lot where Trom’s official vehicle was located.

“It should be around here.”

The aide looked at the official vehicle but instead of putting his bag in it, he walked past.

“Really, these council members are so careless. They couldn’t even notice something strange about an aide who had been with them for so long.”

The aide’s pace quickened.

The aide brought his hand to his face.

A purple cloth covered with oriental drawings flew in from somewhere and covered the aide’s figure.

The shadow cast by the Executive branch’s lights moved, and the purple cloth full of clouds flew away and disappeared.

Then, from behind it appeared… a ninja with a completely different build and physique from the aide.

“Now I just need to take this straight to the Black Group chairman’s office and the mission is complete, right?”

The ninja pulled up his red scarf like a mask and dusted off his suit. Then he placed the bag on his ninja scooter and left the area.

The end of the red scarf fluttered magnificently.

It looked quite cool.

At least until the ninja briefly stopped at the toll booth to pay the parking fee, rummaging through his pockets for coins.