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Delivery of Democracy! A proud accomplishment of the Earthly United States and a vision technology of the U.S. Ministry of Defense. The biggest beneficiary of this long-standing act is none other than the Republic of Korea.

And here come the homegrown spies, like native bees of the 21st century!

In Colonel Frederick’s opinion, the American-style delivery of democracy was swifter and more effective than Coupang’s rocket delivery service.

Especially great against third-world dictators, and if oil is involved, isn’t there a bonus deal? Although there was the minor issue of local sentiments going downhill and the entire region turning into a cesspool, as long as the dictator was dealt with, everything was peachy!

From the perspective of the local residents, it was pure nonsense that would drive anyone mad, but for Frederick, it was an utterly trivial matter.

After all, he wasn’t a resident of the third world! (Iraqi resident: But what do you know….)

The CIA and DIA were working together, buddies! (???: Oh ho ho~ what a coincidence~)

Just like there are levels even among the sons of bitches, the American pals smashing through the third world were ‘our sons of bitches’!

Of course, had Frederick succeeded in his office job transition, enjoying a peaceful daily life, he wouldn’t have developed such a horrific and terrifying mindset.

However, he was naturally an artsy type, and the trend of science over arts was a flow even the information agencies couldn’t escape from.

The smart, tech-savvy communications experts handled a myriad of tasks in line with the 21st-century trend, starting from assembling cryptographic regions to super low-frequency measurements, cyber defense, voice analysis, ●-type sensor management, network access control, LAN cable connections, IP switch repairs, various server-SIEM-online education systems-video conferencing systems-overtime system management(☆most important☆), and for reasons unknown, repairing TV and radio amps on command, among countless other tasks.

Mastering a variety of foreign languages, they achieved true integration of arts and sciences, evolving into a walking Chat-GPT, a human Skynet! (Information Communications Department: Oh, it’s him!)

Oh, the tragedy! The lost arts students had to pack their bags and go overseas. Naturally, Frederick was no exception.

(HR Department: No way;; You guys were overseas from the beginning;;; / Measurement Department OO Analysis Section: LOL / Military Logistics Supply Department: If you had learned German instead of French, you probably wouldn’t have had to go to Africa, lol / Security Office: ^^ / Project Management Office OOOOO Section: 77 billion~)

While traveling abroad and mingling with good friends (spies), just like the saying goes, he surely didn’t learn anything but the very best (spy activities)!

But what good is it to just learn? You need to know how to utilize what you’ve learned…. Yet, in the Republic of Korea, there was no way to put his learning to use.

But lo and behold!

Just in time, the dictator, who had just taken the capital in four hours, kindly set up a justification for him.

At last!

“Let’s invade the Presidential Palace and drag the dictator out right now!”

Finally, the moment arrived for him to deliver democracy!

Episode 19 – HELLDIVERS

The coup by junior and company officers is somewhat of a novel culture for the citizens of advanced countries.

Why? Because in every advanced nation, systems to prevent coups are well-established.

To break through that, it requires mobilizing a large force, and the commander overseeing such a multitude is typically a general, not a junior officer.

For citizens of advanced countries, a military rebellion is akin to generals teaming up in a race to storm the capital. (Of course, the mercenary commander who led a coup in the Russian Federation in the 2020s is an exception.)

However, in the third world. Particularly when moving to Africa-Middle East regions, there are many cases of junior and company officers staging coups.

There have even been quite a few successful coups, with Egypt’s Gamal Abdel Nasser and Libya’s Muammar Gaddafi as prime examples. Turning our gaze to Latin America, there was Fulgencio Batista, who successfully revolted alongside sergeants (for reference, this dictator was also a sergeant at the time).

Captain Kasim also made his name in that glorious (not at all) historical roster.

Joining forces with the officer corps of the Haranan Tribe, this figure (whom civilians refer to as the rebel leader) began the glorious first steps to turn the Jamria Federation upside down in just four hours.

[We have resolved to suspend the current regime for the sake of national security and public order.]

[Over 20 members of the federal army released a statement via state broadcasting. While the Supreme Command of the Federal Army maintains its position of continuing martial law until further announcements, voices of concern regarding the indefinite declaration of martial law are rising from all sectors…

[The Secretary of the World Union demanded the immediate and unconditional release of the detained federal government officials….]

Though outside forces (the World Union and powerful national governments) are throwing a fit, saying, “Hey! What kind of nonsense is this? Stop it at once!” the Jamria Federation remains peaceful and calm today.

Patriotic music and a broadcast celebrating the successful revolution, mixing the verses of the sacred scripture from Yal-Yabed, are being aired 24/7, with all media echoing in unison to celebrate the revolution!

(For reference, all broadcasting channels except one state channel were completely shut down.)

On the streets, supporters of the coup (pawns) clashed (one-sided assault) with anti-government demonstrators (civilians), and all military, judicial, and legislative powers have been handed over to Captain Kasim! Exuberance reigns supreme!

Peace has finally arrived in the Jamria Federation, and all problems have been resolved!

“Mmm~”

Having called in the deputy ministers to preside over a morning meeting in place of the suspended ministers (whom he had detained in the military base), Captain Kasim stepped into the presidential office in a delightful mood.

Suddenly, a static noise emerged from the radio in the office.

[A, A-]

A man, whose voice sounded familiar, began speaking in the common language of the Mauritania Continent over the channel linked to the entire Jamria Federation (there’s only one).

[Leave the Jamria Federation within 24 hours, Kasim and his gang. If you refuse, we will deliver democracy—not, a military conflict will ensue.]

*

Announcing one’s presence has been a sacred duel etiquette since ancient times.

Moreover, declaring war is a noble act strictly observed by the international community.

We took over the broadcasting node of the Jamria Federation (a term loved by a certain military group is “landing assault”) to deliver the declaration of war!

“Kasim and his gang must leave the Jamria Federation within 24 hours. Failure to comply will result in military confrontation.”

“Wait, are we invading Iraq? Even George Bush gave Hussein 48 hours…”

“Shut up, you red pig!”

Those with a sensible mindset might question the absurdity of heading to take down a dictator.

Yet remarkably, the declaration was made at the strong demand of the Duke.

An unannounced ambush on a 100-year-old plus elder (charging directly into the Presidential Palace) is quite terrifying and infamous—

It was quite an outdated act.

“Are we criminals or assassins? That’s something only those scheming scoundrels do.”

Of course, for a scoundrel like that, who has spent all his time indulging in dirty tricks (a master in infiltration, theft, assassination, and arson), my remark would provoke a retort of “Please be quiet until Grandfather’s dentures are confiscated!”

However, confiscating the dentures of the Archmage was thousands of times more challenging than taking Kim Il-sung’s head, so I had no choice but to follow orders for now.

“Is it really wise to barge in without a plan? We at least need to assess the situation, considering what preparations the enemy might have.”

“Isn’t it enough for His Grace the Duke to storm in and take them all down?”

“I might be safe, but if we rush in carelessly, you all would be in danger, wouldn’t you? It’s better to go as safely as possible.”

Ah, what a warm-hearted consideration! The five disciples, understanding their master’s deep intentions, were moved to tears.

If that is the master’s wish, it’s the disciple’s duty to follow!

We huddled together and discussed how to implement the wise Archmage’s desires through a marathon meeting.

“Since we declared war, let’s head to the capital. The Duke should lead the way.”

“Since Grandma indirectly caused this, it’s only natural. Absolutely.”

“But what if the rebels resist fiercely? It would be dangerous for us if we tried to break through one by one.”

“What are you worried about, Lucia? We can use the professor as a shield. He’s much stronger than all of us combined, right? If it seems dangerous, we’ll just leave it to the professor and tactically retreat.”

“Very correct! I fully agree.”

“…Children, what in the world are you saying?”

Thus, the grand journey officially began.

A six-person cooperative race for the monumental delivery of democracy (with a side of the Archmage’s consideration) was set in motion.

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The foreign bounty on the dictator, delivered by five fugitives and a national-level Archmage (with a consideration for a burial), moved the world.

Shocking admiration, tears of emotional sentiment moistening the eyes, and thunderous cheers erupted worldwide!

“Shouldn’t we stop those people? What is the Ministry of Foreign Affairs doing?”

“Uh, sweetheart, something urgent came up, so I might not be able to go in today… Uh, it’s Sunday, why am I working late? I wonder that too….”

“Let’s dispatch the rapid response team. What? It’s impossible to enter because the borders are closed? We’re on the brink of war, so what if the borders are closed and martial law is in effect?!”

“Air Force!”

“Please connect me to the ambassador in the Jamria Federation. Oh, the embassy has been evacuated? We’re screwed….”

While all kinds of government officials were panicking with cries of ‘The country is really going to fall!’, the Jamria Federation forces did everything they could to stop the ruthless fugitives.

And it didn’t take long for them to realize that this was a hopeless endeavor.

“This bastard… Rebels!”

“Aaaaargh!”

Whether the federal troops built barricades or fired their weapons, the six fugitives (including the Duke himself) were advancing toward the delivery of democracy like a raging tide.

No one could stop them. They were crushing everything in sight.

The tech vehicle that got hit by a fireball transformed into a Ghost Rider racing into hell, while the rebels firing their machine guns transformed into divinely reinforced warriors.

The magician who had been flying on a carpet ended up wrapped in green threads and rolled up like a mat, while the rebel executive trying to escape through a window disappeared inside a building, leaving claw marks on the wall and floor from someone who ran at him like a tiger.

“Do you recognize me?”

“……”

Several of the rebel shamans who recognized the Archmage fell flat on the ground in synchrony, covering their faces with dirt they had scraped together.

“Ugh…”

The Duke, seeing the shamans who had become lifeless bodies, nonchalantly stepped over them and continued his long journey.

Despite many federal troops battling desperately to stop the criminals everywhere, heartwarming moments occasionally occurred.

“My goodness, donating a tank!”

Camila exclaimed with sparkling eyes at the sight of a tank ‘volunteered’ by the federal armored forces.

The ruggedness (smudges, shell marks, etc.) and crude repairs (poor maintenance) that customized this precious tank were gifts filled with affection, love, and care from the federal armored unit.

Moved, the group immediately ‘taxed’ fuel and ammunition from nearby tanks and received ‘help’ from federal stewards who were being pampered with steel massages by Lucia.

Oh, how marvelous!

The federal tank crew, understanding the struggles of far-traveling guests, warmly promised to ‘drive’ the escape vehicle to their destination!

Up close, it’s a comedy; from afar, it’s a tragedy. The superior unit of the federal troops, misunderstanding this warm kindness, falsely accused the crew of ‘those guys hijacked the tanks!’ but who cares about that?

Donation is the way to find peace through goodwill!

In return for the steel massages, the crew fell into a ‘delightful and sweet slumber’ (known professionally as fainting) with their squad leaders, undisturbed by the superior unit’s betrayal.

– Grururur…

Thus, the tank carrying the criminals and the stewards thunderously raced toward the capital!

About six hours and twenty-seven minutes later.

Three hundred meters from the main gate of the Presidential Palace in the capital of the Jamria Federation, Umsalga.

“Stay right there! I just drove a tank here, and soon I’ll smash all your heads!”

A tank carrying the unrequested delivery of democracy and the planned burial of the Archmage arrived.

 

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