Chương 391: Chapter : 391

Then, the enemy attacked. The enemy servant threw a massive blast of dark purple magic. On the screen, Ken casually raised his right hand. He pointed his index finger. He did not chant a spell. He just stood there. A tiny, almost invisible cyan bullet shot out of his finger. It hit the enemy servant. The enemy instantly teleported three meters to the left. The purple magic completely missed Naomi. Naomi dashed forward and easily defeated the confused enemy. Lord Voss paused the video again.

He looked at the other men at the table.

"Look at the results," Lord Voss stated firmly.

"You think he is just a useless, ordinary boy. But look at his influence. Look at the elite girls." Minister Thorne squinted at the screen. He watched Naomi smile at the messy boy.

"The vanguard leader is smiling. She used to be incredibly strict. She used to be very rigid. But now, she fights with absolute, relaxed confidence."

"Exactly," Lord Voss nodded. He played another clip. This clip showed Laxmi laughing while Ken complained about his shoes. Then it showed Laxmi throwing a massive, perfectly aimed fireball that destroyed an enemy tower.

"Look at their growth rate," the military commander observed. He sounded incredibly alarmed.

"The 13th Unit is getting stronger too fast. Their teamwork is absolutely flawless. They do not panic anymore. They fight with perfect synergy."

"It is not a coincidence," Lord Voss declared. He pointed at Ken's lazy face on the screen.

"It is him. This commoner is the anomaly. His presence on the battlefield is far too profound. His influence is tactically significant." The wealthy politicians stared at the frozen image of Ken. They looked at his untucked shirt. They looked at his slouching posture. They started to overthink the entire situation. They applied strict, analytical logic to a boy who just wanted to take a nap.

"He acts like a fool," Minister Thorne reasoned slowly.

"He acts like a clumsy slacker. But it must be a disguise. It must be a carefully constructed mask."

"It is a brilliant deception," the military commander agreed. He felt a deep surge of frustration.

"He wants us to ignore him. He wants us to focus on the flashy fire magic and the sharp daggers. He hides in the back so he can control the flow of the battle." Lord Voss pressed a button. The screen zoomed in on Ken's hand. It showed the tiny cyan bullet hitting an enemy. It showed the enemy shifting positions.

"Our magical analysts studied this specific ability," Lord Voss explained. He looked extremely serious.

"The boy does not use offensive magic. He does not use defensive shields. He uses space-time displacement. It is an incredibly rare, highly sought-after ability."

"A displacement skill," Minister Thorne whispered in awe.

"Yes," Lord Voss nodded.

"But the analysts concluded something even more terrifying. They believe the displacement is just a side effect. They believe Ken Eliot possesses a legendary 'Hax' support skill." Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. The room went completely silent again. A "Hax" skill was a slang term in the magical community. It meant a power that completely broke the normal rules of combat. It meant a cheat code.

"A Hax support skill," the military commander repeated. He looked terrified.

"You mean he is passively boosting their stats?"

"Precisely," Lord Voss stated with absolute certainty.

"Think about it. Whenever he is on the field, the girls never miss. Their stamina never runs out. Their magic hits twice as hard. The boy's bizarre ability is acting as the ultimate tactical cheat code. He is effortlessly multiplying the girls' growth rate. He is guaranteeing their victories from the backline." The corrupt nobles completely misunderstood Ken's reality-warping power. They did not realize Ken was actually a god-like entity. They did not realize he was the Sovereign.

They just thought he was a very rare, very annoying support mage. They thought he was casting invisible buff spells on his teammates while eating potato chips.

"This is completely unacceptable," Minister Thorne growled. He slammed his hand on the table.

"He is leveling up the 13th Princess's forces. If we let this continue, the 13th Unit will become completely unstoppable. They will win the Succession War."

"We cannot allow that," the military commander agreed fiercely.

"This unknown commoner is a massive threat to our entire operation. He is ruining our plans." Lord Voss turned off the magical screen. The room went dark again. The single lamp over the table provided the only light.

"We must remove him from the board," Lord Voss commanded coldly.

"We must eliminate Ken Eliot immediately. If we remove the support mage, the 13th Unit will lose their cheat code. The girls will return to their normal, weak power levels. They will fall apart without his buffs." The wealthy politicians nodded in absolute agreement. They were absolutely terrified of the messy boy. They wanted him dead.

"We cannot just send normal assassins," Minister Thorne pointed out.

"The boy's Hax skill is too tricky. He will just teleport the assassins away. He will boost the girls, and the girls will kill our men."

"We need something overwhelming," the military commander suggested.

"We need a weapon that does not care about strategy. We need pure, unfiltered destruction." Lord Voss smiled a cruel, nasty smile. His eyes gleamed in the dim light.

"I have exactly the right weapon for the job," Lord Voss announced smoothly. He looked around the table.

"We will use the special project. We will deploy the biological assets." The other nobles gasped. They knew exactly what Lord Voss meant.

"You want to deploy the Ashura race?" Minister Thorne asked. His voice shook slightly.

"But they are highly volatile. They are experimental. They are very difficult to control."

"They are perfectly suited for this task," Lord Voss countered firmly.

"The Ashura are completely mindless. They feel absolutely zero pain. They possess immense, mutated physical strength. They are fueled by the toxic Devil Flour serum. A Hax support skill cannot stop pure, biological rage. The Ashura will rip right through the girls' defenses and crush the boy." The military commander looked worried.

"But sending a biological monster into the capital city is a massive risk. It will draw a lot of attention."

"We want attention," Lord Voss stated coldly.

"We want to send a message. We want the other Royal units to see what happens when someone interferes with our plans." Lord Voss stood up from his chair. He looked at every single man at the table. He wanted a final agreement.

"We are voting on this right now," Lord Voss commanded.

"Do we agree to permanently remove Ken Eliot? Do we agree to dispatch the experimental biological weapon?" Minister Thorne raised his hand. The military commander raised his hand. One by one, every corrupt official around the mahogany table raised their hand. The vote was completely unanimous. They were absolutely terrified of the lazy boy's fake support skills. They wanted him gone forever.

"The decision is final," Lord Voss declared. He lowered his hand. He pressed a button on a small communication device on his desk. A distorted, robotic voice answered from the device.

"Awaiting orders, my Lord."