08. SIMULATOR

After William had showered up, he viewed his talent, and directly, his eyes went towards the new option that became available to him, which was the [Army Roster]. 

He clicked it, and a 10-slot table sprang up, below that table, there were different types of unit cards displayed. 

There were different types of unit cards, like infantry mechs, scout mechs, and heavy mechs. So, William dragged each of the cards into the table and filled it with different types of unit cards.

[Do you wish to establish this as the Iron Legion?]

William didn't agree at first, as he tried to explore the unlocked option, which was the simulator. 

He clicked the Simulator, and he saw his whole room turn blue, and two options were presented to him. 

[Army Formation Simulation]

[Personal Prowess Simulation]

There was no reason to choose the [Personal Prowess Simulation], so William clicked the [Army Formation Simulation], and he felt his whole blue surroundings. 

[Please present the battle situation.]

William tried to convey to his talent that he wanted to simulate the current battlefield.

William found himself transported to the command center, he wasted no time in assessing the dire situation unfolding before him. With a grim determination, he observed as the secessionists launched their assault, their forces concentrated on both the right and left flanks of Dawn's army.

The enemy's elites surged forward on the right flank, their onslaught tearing through Dawn's defenses with ruthless efficiency. Meanwhile, on the left flank, hordes of mercenary teams overwhelmed the outnumbered defenders, pushing them to the brink of collapse.

Despite their valiant efforts, it was clear that Dawn's army was facing an uphill battle. The odds seemed insurmountable, with the enemy's superior numbers and coordinated attacks threatening to overwhelm their flanks at every turn.

As William watched the grim reality of the battlefield unfold before him, he felt a sense of terror grips his heart. Despite the secessionists' intention to wage a war of attrition, the actual outcome of the battle was far from what he had anticipated.

Both the Dawn Army and the Iron Legion had suffered heavy losses, their ranks decimated by the relentless onslaught of the enemy. With each passing moment, the secessionists pressed their advantage, pushing forward with unwavering determination.

Yet, amidst the chaos and despair, one beacon of hope emerged: Gweniwith. With her unparalleled intellect and tactical brilliance, she single-handedly turned the tide of battle, orchestrating three consecutive ambushes that nearly wiped out two million mercenary units.

As William was astonished that the simulator faithfully replicated the emotions of the battlefield, William couldn't help but feel awe when he saw the realistic face of Gweniwith contorted with frustration. Her strategic genius and unwavering resolve were the only things holding back the secessionists from total victory.

The simulator showed that Gweniwith was frustrated and caught off guard by the first push from the Secessionists, which had wounded her pride as a commander, and took it upon herself to redeem herself. 

This was how she brainstormed the ambush plan which had somewhat made her relieved at the end of the first month. 

At this time, the Simulator shut itself up, and William returned to his majestic room. 

As William grappled with his inner turmoil, a manic grin spread across his face. The Simulator had placed him on equal footing with others who had been transported to the Interstellar Era, yet despite this semblance of equality, he couldn't shake the lingering sense of inferiority that plagued his thoughts.

For William, the burden of comparison weighed heavily upon him. While others possessed talents that were finely tuned to excel in a specific field, his own talent seemed to lack such focus, leaving him feeling like a jack of all trades and a master of none.

Moreover, the constraint of the [Turn] added an additional layer of difficulty to his endeavors, a constant reminder of his limitations and the ever-present race against time. Unlike others whose talents operated without such constraints, William felt as though he was constantly playing catch-up, forever chasing an elusive goal that remained just out of reach.

[Do you wish to appoint the Iron Legion with this roster?]

As William reflected on the insights gleaned from the simulation, a newfound sense of purpose infused his actions. With the ability to predict the future at his disposal, he seized the opportunity to commandeer several regiments, putting his strategic prowess to the test on the battlefield.

Though he knew he could never match Gweniwith's level of expertise, William possessed enough war knowledge to understand the fundamentals of constructing a formidable army legion. With a clear understanding of each unit's strengths and weaknesses, he set about assembling a cohesive combination tailored to the needs of the Iron Legion.

Drawing upon his tactical acumen, William crafted a basic yet effective composition, mindful of the Legion's lack of specialization. While there was no one-size-fits-all solution when it came to constructing an army legion, he recognized the importance of adapting to the circumstances and leveraging each unit's unique capabilities to their fullest extent.

After William was done, he was given a choice by his talent. A notification popped up. 

[You have constructed the Iron Legion!]

[Base Buff: +1% Sync]

[Base Buff: +1% Attack Damage]

[Base Buff: +1% Defense]

William approached Gweniwith in the command center, a sense of determination burned within him, fueled by the knowledge that the simulator had granted him a lifeline in the midst of uncertainty. Despite the constraints imposed by its cooldown period, he couldn't deny the invaluable insights it had provided at crucial moments.

Seated beside Gweniwith, he regarded her with a solemn expression, his mind awash with thoughts of the challenges they faced and the weight of responsibility resting upon their shoulders. Yet, despite the gravity of the situation, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

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The war began in the first month of the Second Turn, and Vold Von Dawn had thought that he had this war in the bag. He had made sure that his dear niece and the little bird would get the wrong idea of his intention of a war of attrition.

The little chicks had no idea of what was coming to them. 

The die had been cast, the bait had been put forth. 

It was just a matter of time. 

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Gulleven

Gulleven Solomon was the name of the scout unit who had a nasty temper, only when anything came outside his duty, of course.

It was surprising how this nasty-tempered youngling could maintain his patience throughout his scouting missions. Even though his captain was always nagging and bickering at Gulleven, his captain could not ignore his potential at mech piloting. 

And right now, Gulleven was barely controlling his temper and following his orders. He was cursing the newly ascended king inwardly for his absurd order of scouting the flanks when what they should do was provide co-ordinates of the frontline of the enemy army for their Heavy Mechs to open fire. 

"Focus on your job, Falcon." Grunted his captain as he saw that his soldier had been slacking off. 

In response, Gulleven also grunted as he focused on his mech. It was as though his sleek black Mech came into life as he had begun to considerably speed up more than others. 

Seeing that his young soldier's speed was more than his mech even though he had a better version of the Mech that his soldier was piloting, the Captain sighed as he looked forward, and cursed his newly ascended king too, for this useless mission. 

"Alpha team, stop, and active camalogue. Move towards your west, and test the waters." A melodic voice came from the radio, and Gulleven got instantly nervous. 

The melodious voice was none other than Gweniwith Raven, and it sounded somewhat frustrated. 

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