It's time to break the deadlock

[You resigned from your position as Logistics Officer to show your loyalty, but the rumors in the city did not stop and instead intensified.]

[Your stress level has significantly increased.]

"Indeed, it has come to this..."

Bronya looked at the words on the screen and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Releasing Ron directly from prison was a foolish choice, but there was no other way to save him.

Bronya didn't want to see Ron die pointlessly in the tribunal.

Although the price was that she got entangled in this massive trouble.

The words on the screen faded, and new scenes emerged:

A clearly more dejected Bronya walked down the streets of Belobog's administrative district, having changed from her usual military uniform to civilian clothes.

Except for the earrings and black stockings inherited from Cocolia, Bronya had almost completely severed ties with her former self, not even wearing her City Builder medals.

She didn't want to do this.

But she had to.

The day before yesterday, someone said she was just a power-hungry villain. Why did she dare wear the City Builder medals and claim her achievements?

So, she took off the medals.

Yesterday, someone said she was no longer the leader of the Silvermane Guards or the Logistics Officer of Belobog, so why was she still wearing a uniform?

So, she took off the uniform.

And today...

"Did you see her? She's supposed to be our next High Guardian..."

A well-dressed man frowned slightly at Bronya, surrounded by civilians who pointed and whispered about her.

"Pity our current High Guardian for adopting such a daughter and making her the heir... feels like I could do a better job."

"Bronya seemed alright before, but now it looks like it was all an act... how can someone like her become the High Guardian?"

"Honestly... she's worse than the Fool."

The small malice in these hurtful words pierced Bronya like arrows. She painfully covered her ears, trying to block out all the sounds.

Why... can't they understand?

Being the High Guardian is just a heavy title to me. Whether I hold that position or not, I'll do what I believe is right.

Now, I'm just doing the right thing, so why has it come to this...

Did I really make a mistake?

Bronya didn't understand, but the heavy responsibility made her unable to let go.

Even though she was drowning in public malice, she didn't want to abandon her duty as the heir to the High Guardian.

For the future of Belobog... she couldn't back down.

The scene faded.

In reality, Bronya couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

Seeing things from the inside, her simulated self couldn't understand what was happening. But the real Bronya, not experiencing all this malice firsthand, could sort everything out.

As the next High Guardian of Belobog, Bronya had received an education that gave her a keen political sense.

Though she didn't want to admit it, the current situation in the simulation clearly indicated that her mother was behind the spread of rumors.

Her and Ron's actions at the training ground seriously undermined Cocolia's authority.

The Silvermane Guards weren't currently obeying Cocolia's orders due to what she and Ron did.

If Cocolia wanted to regain control over the Silvermane Guards, she had to undermine her and Ron's authority... and Bronya's private release of Ron provided a great opportunity for Cocolia.

Now, with the rumors spread by Cocolia, the citizens of Belobog had no favorable view of her.

As the rumors spread, the Silvermane Guards would soon lose trust in her and Ron.

After that, her mother would easily regain control over the guards and have them follow her orders...

Feeling complicated, Bronya gazed out the window towards the Guardian's Residence.

"Mother... when did you become like this?"

She murmured, her tone filled with sorrow and disbelief:

"To make the guards fight on the front lines, you'd go to such lengths... why?"

She massaged her temples, feeling a headache coming on. The situation had escalated to a point beyond change.

Her private release of Ron was a major blemish, and she couldn't think of a way to reverse it.

Moreover, even if she did come up with a solution, her simulated self probably wouldn't be able to execute it.

The life simulation game provided choices, but it essentially simulated developments based on her personality and habits.

Even the choices were derived from possibilities simulated beforehand.

With her simulated self unable to see through Cocolia's schemes, how could she come up with a solution?

Not only did she lack a solution, but even Ron, with all his capabilities, couldn't control people's hearts.

Being abandoned by the people of Belobog seemed inevitable.

Within a year, her mother would likely be assimilated by the Stellaron, leading the rift creatures to sweep through Belobog, ultimately destroying it.

It's time for a new simulation...

Bronya sighed and randomly clicked on the screen, intending to end this simulation—

But she found that the simulation was far from over.

[Ron, who temporarily stayed at your house, keenly detected a hidden force behind the recent rumors and quickly traced the source to within Klipperfort.]

[Facing the current situation, he thought deeply and devised a plan.]

[He told you not to let others dictate your actions and to understand what everyone needs. Then, based on everyone's needs, lead your enemies into your rhythm.]

[You didn't understand what Ron was talking about, but he assured you that it didn't matter as long as he handled it.]

[You watched Ron leave the house, and exhausted, decided to take a nap to rest.]

[Late at night, you heard loud explosions outside. Looking out the window, you saw nothing.]

[The next morning, you left Klipperfort and found that Belobog had changed slightly.]

[The subway stations connecting the upper and lower city, previously sealed off by nets, notices, and guards, were reopened.]

[Ciel, the leader of the "Fire" organization, led the group and the automated defense line into the upper district of Belobog.]