Chapter 67 The Slum Boy's Desperate Comeback (Part 12)
Public opinion is not something that can be easily controlled. If it weren't so, the term "cyberbullying" would not have come into being.
The media, like flies drawn by a scent, used Tru's personal actions to escalate the issue to the entire royal family level!
The impact of this incident in a short period of time was enormous. By the time Tru realized what a stupid thing he had done, he could no longer control the online sentiment!
"Smack!"
Emperor Klins of the Kaz Empire slapped Tru across the face with a serious expression.
His slap was so loud that it left a faint red mark on Tru's face, marked by five fingers.
"Look at the mess you've made." Collins' tone was calm, but there was a hint of disappointment in his words.
This matter not only affects Tru's reputation, but also indirectly impacts the royal family's public image!
“I’m very disappointed in you, Tru. You should know what you need to do now.”
What should he do now? He should try to keep a low profile and distance himself from the center of the incident. Tru knew this, but being used to being spoiled, he didn't want to let it go so easily!
Tru, clutching his reddened face, suppressed his anger and said in a low voice, "Father, I think the focus now should be on finding the other contestant!"
"That contestant deliberately made the mecha look like that, but secretly raised its attributes to the maximum—I think everything he did was premeditated!"
"Perhaps he was able to be grouped with me because he deliberately did it after cracking the StarNet!"
Collins simply stared at him silently and authoritatively.
"Enough, Tru! Stop making excuses for your own decisions! Anmerson Military Academy is about to open, so go there and get some training."
Exile! This is exile! Tru's pupils constricted, and his hands clenched into fists... As a prince, he should be going to the Royal Military Academy, which has very few students!
But now... his father is making him study with those second- and third-class nobles!
Even if he had caused a major disaster, it shouldn't be like this. A suspicion crept into Tru's mind—could it be that his father already knew he wasn't his biological son?!
Once a suspicion arises, it's impossible to suppress it.
Tru thought about it more and more and it seemed like a possibility!
Twenty-one years ago, the Kaz Empire encountered a huge crisis. Cultists associated with the Zerg appeared out of nowhere and somehow managed to storm the royal palace on the Kaz Empire's anniversary!
This sudden and frenzied attack by cultists resulted in heavy casualties among the guards and even nobles, and the entire royal family was stained with blood!
This was undoubtedly a sleepless night; even the moon was "dyed" the color of quietly flowing blood by the spiritual power left behind by the cultists.
Later known as the Blood Moon Mist!
The cultists not only caused heavy casualties among the royal family and nobles, but also abducted the infant third prince of the Kaz Empire before they were surrounded and killed!
Two full days later, the Third Prince was finally found and brought back by his guards. It was for this reason that the Emperor and Empress felt they owed the Third Prince something, so they did their best to provide him with the most comfortable living environment.
Tru also thought he was the third prince, but everything he found pointed to another possibility.
Twenty-one years ago, the cultists not only kidnapped the Third Prince, but also switched his identity with their own.
Everything Tru discovered filled him with anger, sorrow, and a sudden, profound clarity. This was why—despite being part of the Kaz Empire's royal family—he only possessed a pitiful B-rank mental strength!
Everything makes sense now.
If it weren't for this accident... Tru would have been a complete inferior.
How could he possibly accept this?!
Memories of the past, coupled with the resentment and anger welling up inside him, made Tru grit his teeth. After Collins left, he yelled fiercely at another guard beside him, "Investigate! Dig three feet into the ground and find out who that guy is!"
He couldn't swallow this humiliation. That bastard had trampled on his dignity. How could anyone tolerate that?
After checking his connections for a while, the guard nervously handed a thin sheet of information to Tru.
"Your Highness, that person's access level on the StarNet is too high to be checked. We can only find some records of him logging into the StarNet."
"Some records? Which records?"
The guard read tremblingly, "That person commissioned a mecha at a mecha customization center, and we've collected the data on his custom mecha here... but that's all we found. I'm sorry... Your Highness Tru."
Tru was furious, but he forcibly suppressed his anger when he heard the data on the custom mecha. He snatched the collected information from the guard; he couldn't find the person, but he could at least tell that the materials used in the mecha were barely adequate!
Each type of mecha has very different specific attributes, which are closely related to the availability of materials. If he could know this mecha formula, it would be like having an extra layer of protection!
Tru still clings to his belief that the mech that bastard used was definitely extraordinary! Otherwise, it wouldn't have been able to dodge so many attacks!
He even felt a dark sense of smugness welling up inside him, and hurriedly opened the document to look at its contents.
What came into Tru's view was a series of data. He quickly found the key point he was looking for: he wanted to see just how high the mecha's agility and attack power were!
[Mech No.: xsj13865664]
Agility: 0
Attack level: 5
Overall assessment: utter garbage that drags down the overall quality of mechs!
"How could this be... how could this be!" Tru's pupils widened to their limit; after this extreme disbelief, he couldn't even suppress the tightness in his chest—
He felt a dull pain in his chest, and a sweet, metallic taste came from his throat. He then spat out a mouthful of blood!
The blood stained the paper documents, yet it couldn't cover up the large, bold black lettering of the word "garbage." It was like a natural mockery, a sarcastic jab at Tru's arrogance and recklessness!
You thought others beat you because of the help of mechs, but now you realize that it was all just a fantasy!
Others defeated you effortlessly, all by themselves! Tru felt like he was... utterly, utterly a huge joke!
The comment about being trash, mixed with bright red blood, was inexplicably glaring!
"How is this possible? How is this possible!" At the same time in different locations, the owner of the mecha customization center that Si Yisi had visited was pounding his chest and stamping his feet, his eyes bloodshot.
After Si Yisi's victory, many enthusiastic StarNet viewers searched for the same mecha as him, but they never saw any mecha shop signs...
The boss, who had been keeping a close eye on the competition, immediately spotted the mech he had mocked wreaking havoc!
He's now... truly regretting it to the core!
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