Usurper’s Fear

Within the Astoria's fleet, there was only a single super-sized Leviathan-class ship present. It was, of course, the flagship where President Anderson Phi Astoria was stationed, overseeing the war proceedings.

"Report! Sectors 5 to 18, 22 to 39, and 37 to 47 have been taken over by the enemy! Encroached zones increased from 5.7% to 9.3%!"

"Battles under Sectors 156 to 1005 have settled, and we've won 76% of the skirmishes!"

"Overall damage to our troops is estimated to reach 15% in the next hour! The enemy's estimated damage has stabilized at 28%, barely increasing!"

Voices echoed across the bridge, throwing reports left and right.

Anderson didn't need to listen to each voice individually—

After all, their reports were automatically reflected on the Star Map, thanks to the ship's AI.

Even so, the deep frown on his face only hardened.