A Dark Fantasy Spy

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Delivery of Democracy! A proud trademark of the Global United States and the visionary technology from the US Ministry of Defense. The biggest beneficiary of this ancient act is none other than South Korea.

And, of course, the homegrown spies that resemble native bees of the 21st century!

Colonel Frederick believed that American-style democracy delivery was a faster and more effective technology than Coupang’s rocket delivery service.

It was particularly favorable against third-world dictators, and if you’re in a region rich in oil, isn’t it a bonus deal? While there was a slight issue of local public sentiment plummeting and entire regions turning into hellholes, once the dictator was out of the way, everything was all good!

To the locals, it sounded like absolute nonsense, but for Frederick, this was an utterly trivial problem.

After all, he wasn’t a third-world resident himself! (Iraqi resident: But what do you know….)

The CIA and DIA were friends who worked together! (??? : Oh ho ho~ That’s interesting~)

Just like there’s a hierarchy in dirty dogs, the American friends crushing the third world were ‘our dirty dogs!’

Of course, if Frederick had successfully transitioned to an office job and enjoyed a peaceful daily life, he would never have developed such a horrific and terrifying mindset.

However, he was inherently a humanities student, and the phenomenon of sciences being more favored was a trend even intelligence agencies couldn’t escape!

Smart, intelligent IT specialists in the STEM fields were all on board with the 21st-century trend, starting from cryptographic assembly to ultra-low-frequency measurement, cyber defense, voice analysis, sensor management, network access control, LAN connections, IP switch maintenance, various server-SIEM-online education systems-video conferencing systems-management of overtime systems (☆most important☆), and for reasons unknown, fixing TV radio amplifiers of all sorts.

Having mastered a myriad of foreign languages, they achieved true integration of the humanities and sciences, evolving into a walking Chat-GPT, a human Skynet! (Information Communications Department: Oh, it’s my bro)

Oh dear! Humanities students losing their way had to pack their bags and head overseas. Naturally, Frederick was no exception.

(Human Resources Department: Wait, you were in charge of overseas from the start, right?;;; / Measurement Department OO Analysis Division: LOL / Defense Department Supply Division: If you learned German instead of French, you probably wouldn’t have had to go to Africa haha / Security Office: ^^ / Business Management Division OOOOO Department: 77ㅓ억~)

So, while wandering abroad and mingling with good friends (spies), he surely learned only the best (spy tactics), just like the saying “A good thing comes from a good place!”

But what good is learning without applying it? He had no way to use what he learned back in South Korea.

Then, wouldn’t you know it?

Just in time, the dictator who took the capital in just four hours graciously provided him with a pretext.

Finally!

“Let’s storm the Presidential Palace immediately and drag the dictator down!”

At last, the opportunity to deliver democracy had arrived for him!

Episode 19 – HELLDIVERS

The coup d’état orchestrated by junior and company grade officers is somewhat of a strange culture to citizens of advanced countries.

Why? Because, regardless of the country, coup prevention systems in advanced nations are well established.

To break through that, you would need to mobilize large-scale troops, and the commander overseeing such a large force wouldn’t be a junior officer, but a general!

For citizens of advanced countries, military revolts are akin to generals teaming up for a race to penetrate the capital. (Of course, we’ll consider the mercenary commander who staged a coup in the Russian Federation in the 2020s as an exception.)

However, in the third world, especially in Africa and the Middle East, there are numerous cases of junior and company grade officers staging coups.

There have even been several successful coups, with Gamal Abdel Nasser in Egypt and Muammar Gaddafi in Libya being notable examples. If we gaze upon Latin America, we can see Fulgencio Batista, who successfully led a revolution alongside sergeants (and incidentally, he was also a sergeant back then).

Captain Kasim has joined the ranks of that glorious (definitely not) history.

In conjunction with officers from the Haranan Tribe, he commenced the glorious first step to topple the Jamria Federation government in just four hours.

[We have resolved to suspend the current regime for the sake of national security and public order.]

[About twenty soldiers from the federal army announced this through national broadcasting. While the highest command of the federal army maintained its stance that martial law would continue until further announcements were made, society voiced concerns over the declaration of indefinite martial law…]

[The World Union Secretary demanded the immediate and unconditional release of detained federal officials….]

Although foreign powers (World Union and major governments) were freaking out shouting, “Hey! What the hell are you doing? Stop it right now!” the Jamria Federation remains peaceful and quiet today.

Music extolling patriotism, intermingled with verses from the Yal-Yabd scripture, continues broadcasting successively 24/7 (produced by the Federal Army’s public relations office), and all media voices jointly celebrate the revolution.

(Note that only one national broadcasting channel remains, while the others have ceased transmission completely.)

In the streets, coup-supporting demonstrators (the staged kind) clashed with anti-government demonstrators (civilians) (one-sided assault), and the military authority/military governance-judicial authority-legislative authority have all been bestowed upon Captain Kasim! Hail the Duke!

Peace has finally come to the Jamria Federation, and all issues have been resolved!

“Umm~”

Having convened the deputy ministers in the morning to replace the suspended ministers (whom he had detained in a military base), Captain Kasim stepped into the presidential office feeling refreshed.

Suddenly, the radio installed in the office crackled with static…

[Ah, ah-]

A familiar voice began to speak on the only channel linked to the entire Jamria Federation in the common language of the Mauritania Continent.

[Leave the Jamria Federation within 24 hours, Kasim and his accomplices. If you refuse, we will have a delivery of democracy- no, military conflict will ensue.]

*

Announcing one’s existence has always been a sacred duel etiquette since ancient times.

Moreover, declaring war is a noble act that the international community has strictly adhered to.

We seized the broadcasting node of the Jamria Federation (in a military branch that favors landing assaults, this is called “Gyeongpira”) to declare the war!

“Kasim and his accomplices must leave the Jamria Federation within 24 hours. If you refuse, military conflict will ensue.”

“Uh. What is this? Are we going to invade Iraq? George Bush even gave Hussein 48 hours…”

“Be quiet, red pig!”

For those with a normal mindset, it may raise questions how this makes sense as they go after a dictator’s neck but curiously enough, the declaration of war was made at the powerful demand of the Duke.

For a 100-year-old man without prior notice to execute a surprise attack (storming the presidential palace directly) is a horrendous and disgraceful act!

“Are we criminals or assassins? Such acts are the work of rogues who are up to no good.”

Indeed, it was a statement that would prompt a spy (expert in infiltration, abduction, assassination, arson) to involuntarily exclaim, “Shut up before grandpa confiscates your dentures!”

Nevertheless, attempting to seize the Archmage’s dentures was thousands of times harder than bringing back Kim Il-sung’s neck, so they had to shut up and follow orders.

“Is it even appropriate to charge in without a plan? We have no idea what kind of defenses the enemy has set up, so at least we should ascertain their movements before moving in.”

“If the Duke enters, he can just wipe them all out easily, right?”

“While I might be safe, if we charge in recklessly, won’t you be in danger? It’s better to go as safely as possible.”

Ah, what a warm gesture of consideration! The five disciples understood their master’s deep intent, their eyes welling up with tears.

If that is the master’s will, it is the disciple’s duty to follow!

We put our heads together and had a marathon discussion to devise a way to realize the wise Archmage’s intentions.

“We declared war, so now let’s head to the capital. Let’s lead with the Duke first.”

“Since our grandma inadvertently caused the problem, it is only right, isn’t it? Of course.”

“But what if the rebels resist strongly? It could be dangerous for us to break through one by one.”

“What are you worried about, Lucia? We can use the professor as a shield. He’s much stronger than all of us combined, right? If it seems dangerous, just leave it to the professor and we can tactically retreat.”

“Very sound thinking. I wholeheartedly agree.”

“…Kids, what kind of nonsense are you spouting?”

And thus, the grand journey officially began. A six-person cooperative race for delivering democracy (and the Archmage’s emergency measures) was set into motion.

*

The declaration of war by five foreign wanted persons + a national-level powerhouse Archmage (emergency measures likely) moved the world.

Shock and awe, tears of affectionate emotion welled up in eyes, and thunderous applause erupted globally!

“Shouldn’t someone stop them? What is the Ministry of Foreign Affairs doing?”

“Uh, honey. Something urgent came up, so I might not make it today…. Uh, why am I working overtime on a Sunday? I’m just as curious about that…”

“Let’s deploy the rapid response force. What? You mean entry is impossible since the borders are closed? Isn’t that what we’re for? War is about to break out, and we’re still focused on closures and martial law!”

“Air Force!”

“Get me the ambassador stationed in the Jamria Federation. Oh, they’ve withdrawn from the embassy? This is bad…”

While every government panicked, shouting, “The country is doomed for real!”

The Jamria Federation military launched a full-scale war to stop the horrid wanted men.

And it didn’t take long for them to realize it was a utterly useless endeavor.

“This bastard… Rebels!”

“Uggggh!”

Whether the federal troops were barricading, shooting, it mattered not; the six wanted individuals (even the Duke was wanted) marched with sinister steps for the delivery of democracy.

No one could stop them! Everything in sight was simply smashed as they passed!

The technical vehicle hit by a fireball transformed into a Ghost Rider, racing toward hell, while the rebels showering bullets morphed into divine punishers.

A mage riding a carpet got bound in blue threads, while a rebel officer escaping through the window was dragged inside the building, leaving deep claw marks on the walls and floor by someone charging in like a tiger.

“Do you recognize me?”

“……”

Amidst the mages of the breakaway factions, those who recognized the Archmage prostrated themselves on the ground in unison, scrambling to cover their faces with the dirt they gathered.

“Ugh…”

The Duke, having seen the ‘not-so-dead’ shamans, casually walked past them as if nothing happened, heading on a long journey.

Thus, numerous units of federal troops were fighting valiantly to stop the criminals, yet occasionally, there were heartfelt exchanges.

“Oh my, donating a tank!”

Camila exclaimed with sparkling eyes over a tank generously ‘donated’ by the federal armored unit.

The rugged and shabby tank, customized with soot and shell marks, was a gift containing love, affection, and dedication from the federal armored unit.

Touched, the group immediately gathered fuel and ammunition from surrounding tanks and received ‘assistance’ from the federal army’s crew who were resting after a ‘strong metal massage’ by Lucia.

Oh, how amazing!

The considerate tank crew members, understanding the hardships of travelers on long journeys, even assured they would ‘drive’ them to their destination!

Seen up close, it’s comedic; from afar, it’s tragic. Misinterpreting this warm kindness, the senior echelons of the federal army slandered the crew members, saying, “Those guys have stolen a tank!” But so what?

Giving is the way to achieve peace by caring for others!

In return, receiving a strong ‘metal massage,’ the unit commander fell into a sweet, sweet trance of slumber (in professional terms, this is called fainting), and thus, he bore no ill will towards the slander from the upper echelons.

-RRRRRRRR…!

And so, the tank carrying criminals and crew members thunderously raced towards the capital!

About six hours and 27 minutes later.

In front of the Presidential Palace in the Jamria Federation, precisely 300 meters away…

“Don’t move, you guys! I’m driving a tank right now, and I’m about to smash all your heads!”

A tank loaded with unrequested democracy and emergency measures intended for the archmage arrived.