Logan really did spend the entire morning wandering around the base.
He visited the training grounds where Koala was instructing soldiers in Fish-Man Karate.
He checked out the armory.
The grain storehouse.
The kitchen.
He even went to the crude restroom—twice.
Yet the system remained completely silent.
No task completed.
No confirmation.
So where exactly was the sign-in location?
"Revolutionary Army base"… that's way too vague, Logan thought, raising an eyebrow in mild irritation.
If the sign-in location was the base itself, then logically it had to be somewhere important.
As he walked, he suddenly noticed a large, bustling hall ahead.
Standing outside the open doorway, he looked in.
People moved back and forth in constant motion. Voices overlapped.
A massive long table occupied the center of the hall, lined with rows of Den Den Mushi.
Revolutionaries worked with grim focus—receiving information, recording notes at lightning speed, or shouting updates toward other Den Den Mushi.
At the far end of the hall stood Sabo, surrounded by high-ranking commanders, all staring intently at a huge wall-mounted map.
This looks like a command center.
Logan's eyes lit up.
This has to be it.
The doors were wide open, no guards in sight. Logan walked in naturally.
But the moment he stepped inside, his brow furrowed.
The system… was still silent.
Still not here?
Then Logan noticed something.
On the north wall of the hall, there was a small, extremely concealed door.
If not for the two armed Revolutionaries standing guard in front of it, he would have missed it entirely.
That's it.
He was almost certain.
But when he approached—
"Stop. This area is off-limits."
The two guards raised their rifles calmly, blocking his path.
Logan asked patiently,
"What's in there?"
One of them replied flatly,
"The Chief's office. No entry for unauthorized personnel."
Logan didn't force the issue. Instead, he turned his gaze toward Sabo.
Sabo noticed and smiled helplessly. He paused his work and walked over.
"That's Dragon's office," Sabo said quietly.
"Other than me, hardly anyone is allowed inside."
Logan explained,
"Relax. I'll just take a look—won't touch anything. One glance and I'm gone."
Sabo hesitated, spinning the metal pipe in his hand.
Just as he was about to speak—
"Emergency! Emergency situation!"
A receiver shouted.
"The Eastern Front Vice-Commander Ashiru is calling in with an urgent report!"
The entire hall fell silent instantly.
Everyone knew—
Only matters involving the survival of the Revolutionary Army were labeled urgent.
All eyes locked onto the Den Den Mushi.
Sabo moved in a blur, appearing beside it in an instant.
"This is Chief of Staff Sabo," he said calmly.
"What happened?"
"Sabo… it's Ashiru."
Her Den Den Mushi expression was strained, filled with fury and despair.
"Our Eastern Front is currently engaged in combat with the Kayagato Kingdom."
"But CP9 infiltrated our rear and set fire to our grain depot."
"They've been driven off—but our remaining food supply can only last two days at most."
"If no resupply arrives… the six-month campaign to liberate Kayagato will be completely wasted."
The Den Den Mushi trembled.
Ashiru had anticipated government interference—but she never imagined CP9 would strike like this.
Not the battlefield.
Not the soldiers.
The food.
The hall was dead silent.
No one spoke.
They all understood—
Words were meaningless now.
The air felt frozen.
Every face carried the same emotions.
Unwillingness.
Regret.
Hatred.
Only Sabo maintained his composure—barely.
The bulging veins along his arm betrayed his restraint.
Everyone knew the truth.
Kayagato was far away.
Even with maximum speed, it would take half a month to transport food there.
An army of tens of thousands consumed supplies at a terrifying rate.
"Two days" was starvation rations—
In reality, it likely wouldn't last even one.
Sabo lowered his head, fingers brushing the brim of his hat. His metal pipe spun rapidly.
After a long silence, he finally spoke.
"Vice-Commander Ashiru…"
"Order a retreat."
"Withdraw the troops to the rear."
No one objected.
It was the only correct decision.
And yet—
They were furious.
A soldier leaning against the wall slammed his fist into it. Blood dripped from his knuckles—but he didn't feel it.
Terry Gilteo, head of intelligence control, leapt to his feet and smashed his glass to pieces.
"I'll go kill every last one of those CP9 dogs myself!"
On the other end, Ashiru broke down completely.
"No! We can't retreat!"
"For six months, my soldiers have been dying every day!"
"Their blood dyed the entire Xise River red!"
"If we pull back now—then they died for nothing!"
Her voice dissolved into sobs.
Sabo sighed, his voice gentle.
"Ashiru… this isn't your fault."
The other commanders clenched their fists in silence.
At the doorway, Logan narrowed his eyes.
Golden light flickered faintly within them.
He stepped forward and spoke calmly:
"How much food do you need?"
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