Just as some branches within the three great organizations—Schicksal, Anti-Entropy, and World Snake—had speculated, the so-called "Doni Womirian" was, in fact, a public opinion initiator specially created by Ling Ke.
He was not a human being from this world of Bengsan.
Rather, he was a character template from a video game recently designed by Ling Ke.
Ling Ke didn't know much about journalism.
But…
[Game Character Template: Doni Womirian][Origin: StarCraft II: Wings of Liberty]
[Character Trait: Mechanical blood volume system][Playable Skills: None][Background Talent: Lead anchor of stellar news, high stress resistance, able to lie without blinking…]
[Related Intro: Lead presenter for the UNN network of the Terran Empire. Has a weakness for peanut butter…]
Undoubtedly, this mustachioed man was just an ordinary human with no special abilities.
It's worth remembering that although the StarCraft saga is steeped in science fiction, its universe is full of supernatural powers.
For example: psionics.
And even—
Though the highest echelons of that universe are rarely directly addressed, "genetic enhancement drugs" are widespread among humans.
But this guy… had none of that.
Still, as Ling Ke had once said when designing "Misuke Ayako" from the Fate series: "Even an ordinary person can shine."
And now, a similar opportunity had presented itself.
In StarCraft II: Wings of Liberty, Doni Womirian was a clown. In the early stages of the story, he served as the mouthpiece of the tyrannical and authoritarian monarch "Arcturus Mengsk" of the Terran Empire, helping to clean up and suppress opposition. But in a tragic twist, his own family ended up dying by Mengsk's orders.
Eventually, he lost his mind. Not only was he dismissed from his elite position, but he was also utterly rejected by society.
It must be said: this man's life was truly pitiful.
But at least, he had a knack for journalism.
And now, Ling Ke was quite pleased with the performance of the "Domination Puppet Doni Womirian."
Over the past few days, this character—backed by an advanced information network and hundreds of "Domination Puppets and Black Shadows," coupled with his natural cunning with words—had gained massive popularity among the human civilization on Earth in the world of Bengsan.
He wasn't the type to just blurt things out thoughtlessly.
Every so often, he would drop ambiguous but provocative lines like the one today, stirring the emotions of his audience and listeners.
Of course, for certain parties being targeted, this kind of "entertaining story" was anything but funny.
For example: those under attack.
And to give a clear example…
Ling Ke could now easily imagine that if the part about the "Master of Human Speech" reached the high command of Anti-Entropy…
"Their faces must be a poem."
And just as Ling Ke had imagined—
All of Doni Womirian's broadcasts and reports from the past few days had become a critical issue for the leadership of the three major organizations.
So naturally, they didn't overlook today's segment on the "Master of Human Speech."
After watching the live broadcast…
—
Walter fell silent.
In the same room, under similar conditions, were Einstein and Tesla.
Both of them knew well the personality of Anti-Entropy's leader.
They knew Walter Young was competent, with a strong sense of justice and deep responsibility.
He had inherited Joyce's will and was willing to sacrifice himself for the sake of others.
Though Tesla wasn't particularly fond of him.
Well, no time for digressions.
In short, Einstein and Tesla knew Walter had a particular quirk that could normally provoke ridicule… but this was something else.
He was a closet chuunibyou.
Yes, just like that Thunder girl: the Herrscher of Thunder.
They had crossed paths many times. And Walter, in his free time, often engaged in games that were dangerous for his social reputation… roleplaying games?
Sometimes, even in broad daylight during virtual meetings, he would pull down the sun-blocking curtains and sit before the screen, its glow reflected in his glasses…
Undoubtedly, as mentioned, that kind of quirk typically didn't affect anything.
But—
"So it was my fault."
It was the first time in a long while that Walter had spoken those words with such sincerity.
Einstein and Tesla wanted to contradict him, maybe offer some cold retort or sarcastic jab to console him…
But in the end, they opened their mouths and found nothing to say.
They couldn't. Simple as that.
Because they understood Walter. And they knew full well that, as the presenter Doni Womirian had implied, Walter—with his repressed chuunibyou—might very well have uttered some grandiose phrase in the heat of battle, under the effect of a combat stimulant.
And the result of that, more than ten years ago, had been the Celine meteorite disaster, in which tens of millions of people had died.
He had indirectly broadened the scope of Celine's revenge.
Perhaps she would have acted similarly against Schicksal anyway.
But to use that as an excuse… wasn't that a double standard?
To be honest, this time Ling Ke hadn't even thought that far ahead.
To him, Doni Womirian was just an "act."
He didn't even know whether what was said was true or not.
But unexpectedly, precisely because of that deep sense of responsibility and honesty…
They fell for it.
For a moment, the three top commanders of Anti-Entropy truly felt that the death of millions was their fault.
And that hurt—deeply.
At the same time…
"The storm of public opinion is already brewing. I don't need to do much more."
"From here on out, they'll be devoured piece by piece by this primordial malice."
"Or maybe… I'll just wait until I light a key fuse and detonate this pile of 'explosives'…"
"I can't wait to see how long they can hold on to their justice and ideals when those they wish to protect begin to hate them."
"That scene will be intense… and quite interesting."
In his "theater of manipulation," Ling Ke, who had inadvertently hit the mark, let out a faint smile.
He remained seated on his throne, legs crossed, while in front of him floated the plural system interface.
There, the battles of multiple dominant figures were displayed.
"There are already several 'main courses' being cooked up, but before they're served at the table, let me prepare some appetizers to whet the appetite!"
As he thought this, Ling Ke's gaze shifted toward a coordinate on his digital map.
There was a city named: Manchester.
A seemingly unremarkable city.
But one Ling Ke remembered well.
It was the hometown of one of Schicksal's active S-rank Valkyries: Rita Rossweisse.
And now, recalling the maiden who had been brought from "hell" to "the abyss"...
"Dark rose, dark rose…""When those beautiful roses wither, will you still be able to smile with calm and elegance as you always do?"
A cold smile formed on Ling Ke's lips.
"We'll see."