Flashy Adventurer System : Show Off to Get Stronger! - Chapter 908

Chapter 908: Unveiling the Truth to the World (2)
The recording was brief, ending in less than twenty seconds.

After all, it only showed how the two wisps of divinity prevented a mana dungeon from forming.

It was far from enough to expose the whole truth.

Nonetheless, although in a rush, Sanada took his time and explained a few things:

“Now, many of you—especially mundane folks and lower-ranked adventurers—might be wondering why this recording is necessary.

Let me explain.

The world is currently facing a mana-dungeon crisis, where the spawn rates of mana dungeons have drastically increased, far faster than WAA agents can clear them. As a result, the world risks drying up due to the excessive and uncontrollable siphoning of mana.

I assure you, the WAA can confirm this, but please understand why they kept it a secret—panic is no one’s ally… ahem, well, except for mine. I apologize, but the current state of the world is necessary for me to achieve my goal of saving the world from a certain bastard’s evil hands.”

Pausing for a while to prepare the next recording, the old terrorist leader continued:

“As you all know, my hero party had sealed the Black Dragon of Destruction, which turned out to be a huge mistake. This mana dungeon problem stemmed from the said perceived success, after all.”

The old man paused for a short while, allowing questions to form in the minds of those watching, especially the directors.

Most probably, the questions in their minds were: “What else could the hero party have done except defend Yon Augenn City against the fury of a deity? Should they have just allowed the Black Dragon of Destruction to raze the world’s capital to the ground?”

Sanada knew this as well, so he quickly began to explain, the next recording already queued up to play.

“Everyone must be confused… Should we have just let the Black Dragon Deity destroy Yon Augenn City? That, however, wasn’t the real question.

Instead, the question was: why did the Black Dragon of Destruction—a deity meant to oversee the balance of the world—attack a mundane human city? After all, no matter how strong heroes may be, in the end, everyone is just a mortal, bound by the laws of the world.

Moreover, the world didn’t have a tumor, like it does today, so why would the deity go out of its way to harm humans?”

Sanada’s words resonated deeply, stirring the hearts and minds of all who heard them.

His delivery was neither fast nor slow, and it was extremely clear, prompting the minds of the viewers into action.

Indeed, what was the purpose of the Black Dragon’s attack, then?

Based on what the old terrorist leader was saying, what happened wasn’t just due to the Black Dragon’s evil nature.

It was, after all, the first time such a thing happened.

The deity had been living for thousands of years. Why would it only begin its murderous spree now?

Why wasn’t there any history of other cities being razed to the ground by the deity in the past, if it was truly evil like it was portrayed to be?

The WAA directors weren’t stupid. They could discern that Sanada wasn’t merely speaking empty words.

If so, then was the old crook…not a crook? Was he truly trying to save the world all this time?

Although not as good as Dweezel, Sanada, too, was rather adept at the topic of how a human’s mind works.

Just like the old rebel expected, his words carved themselves deep into the minds of the directors.

“No need to guess, as I, Sanada Eiichiro of the Howling Void, had long deciphered the mysteries and have been attempting for the past few decades to reveal it to everyone. Alas, I only managed to succeed this time.” Sanada sighed, his sincerity on full display.

The old man then dropped the bombshell the next moment:

“The reason is simple: a certain person—someone you all know well—had been plotting to achieve immortality. And to do that, the bastard needed to seal the Black Dragon and extract enough of its divinity as a key ingredient for his cursed elixir. Why don’t you tell everyone if I’m wrong, Dweeze—”

Unfortunately, just as Sanada was about to reveal Dweezel’s name, the broadcast was abruptly cut.

One of the systems in one of the ten broadcasting offices had been disrupted.

“GROVER, YOU OLD WRETCH, WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!” exclaimed Alicia as she angled her dagger to block the attack of the old commander.

“Hahaha!” Commander Grover laughed. “You damned terrorists—long have I waited for this moment! Call me a dog of the WAA? I don’t give a flying f*ck! I am indeed a dog of justice—what’s wrong with that, huh?! You think I’d believe this fabricated bullcrap of yours? Never!”

The Alicia Unit now found themselves besieged on all sides except the back, as infuriatingly, Grover turned out to be a mole of the WAA!

As a result of the sudden attack from comrades she had expected to support her, they were forced into a corner of the Valenzia Broadcasting Office.

Control of the establishment fell right back into the opponent’s hands.

Although only three hundred elites had sided with Grover’s treachery, they were more than enough to overwhelm the already struggling Alicia Unit.

Underestimating Hale Eversong, the WAA Head Director, had been Sanada’s undoing.

“You dumb old dog!! Have you even received orders from your superiors?!” Alicia roared in utter fury.

She was sure that the WAA directors were tuned in to what Sanada was saying, and if someone had interrupted the broadcast, it should’ve been Dweezel’s men.

Even if Grover was the WAA’s dog, there shouldn’t be a reason for him to interfere.

Didn’t the old wretch want to know the truth too?!

No…didn’t he already know everything from the start? What was this old bastard thinking?!

“Hahahaha! That bastard, Sanada Eiichiro, killed my son! Even if he changed his cursed shell into that of Hadean Varsa, I will never forget what his former organization did. Such an evil man… how could that old bastard be trusted?! I’m sure everything is fabricated—there’s no need for anyone to hear his lies!”

“YOU WRETCHED OLD DOG!!”

What else could Alicia do but fight the old dog and try to regain control of the Broadcasting Offices?

Dweezel, who had been sweating coldly just moments ago, let out a sigh of relief before springing into action, immediately ordering his men to eliminate any chance of the broadcast continuing.

‘Sanada, you bastard… you almost got me this time. Unfortunately for you and your wretched self, the goddess of victory still smiles upon those who are fervent about what they’ve long desired!’