I'm Just a Nobody, Why Are You Calling Me a God?!

At this moment, a dazzling blue light suddenly rose from the distant high platform. The Azure Consortium's high-energy defense cannon had finally been activated, and a massive energy wave surged straight toward Thousand Mouths of Feathers.

The intense light tore through the shadows surrounding him, eliciting a sharp wail. Thousand Mouths of Feathers staggered back several steps, his body gradually becoming translucent, as if about to be dispersed by the light.

Just when everyone thought the battle was about to end, his shadow suddenly expanded, devouring the light whole. His figure once again stood firmly, the corners of his many mouths curling into a subtle smile. His gaze swept across the battlefield littered with debris, his voice low and menacing: "Foolish resistance... only makes me stronger."

Captain of the Crimson Flame Squad gritted his teeth, his body enveloped by an overwhelming sense of despair. He knew that the enemy before them had completely surpassed their capabilities, and reinforcements were still far from arriving.

"This thing…" he muttered under his breath, cursing. "It's not something humans can handle."

Just as Captain Crimson Flame was on the verge of losing hope, a low but firm voice broke the silence through the communicator: "This is Silver Moon Corporation's special operations squad, Starlight Binding. All units, fall back. We are taking over."

The squad captain froze for a moment. Before he could react, a silver light had already illuminated the distant horizon. A sleek yet deadly aerial craft sliced through the night sky, hovering above the battlefield with a deep, mechanical hum. Several warriors, clad in silver-white battle armor, leaped out from the aircraft, descending like celestial beings. Every movement they made was precise and elegant.

"Who are you?" Captain Crimson Flame asked, his voice carrying a mixture of last-ditch hope and lingering caution.

The leading Silver Moon warrior did not answer directly. He simply gave a slight nod. "Retreat. Your presence is no longer necessary here."

Before his words even faded, the device in his hand activated, and a vast silver energy field spread out like a tidal wave, engulfing the entire battlefield. The energy field collided with the darkness of Thousand Mouths of Feathers, producing a sharp screeching sound, as if two completely incompatible forces were violently clashing.

Thousand Mouths of Feathers finally shifted his gaze from the battlefield debris to these newcomers. He tilted his head slightly, a trace of curiosity in his many voices. "New pawns? Interesting."

The lead Silver Moon warrior let out a cold chuckle. "You are indeed strong. But your mental corruption is ineffective against us."

As soon as he finished speaking, the warriors behind him swiftly formed their battle formation. Each of their battle armors lit up with unique sigils, seemingly a form of protection. Under the augmentation of the energy field, they charged at Thousand Mouths of Feathers, their movements decisive and well-practiced, as if they had already analyzed his attack patterns.

"What an annoying bunch…" The shadows around Thousand Mouths of Feathers surged once again, rolling forward like a tidal wave, aiming to engulf the warriors. However, the Silver Moon warriors remained unaffected. Their weapons shimmered with silver light, and with each precise strike, they diminished the power of the shadows.

The silver energy field gradually isolated the battlefield from the outside world, forcing the shadows into a smaller and smaller space. A barely perceptible trace of anxiety flashed across Thousand Mouths of Feathers' twisted face.

"They… are actually suppressing me?" he muttered, the countless mouths on his face trembling slightly, as if attempting to produce another resonance. However, the energy field acted as an absolute barrier, nullifying his sonic vibrations into nothingness.

The battle raged on for more than ten minutes, with the Silver Moon warriors maintaining relentless pressure. Finally, the shadows of Thousand Mouths of Feathers were completely compressed to the center of the energy field, forming a vortex no larger than a few meters.

"Sealing device, activate. Contain the target immediately." The leading warrior issued the final command. A powerful silver beam shot out from the core of the aircraft, piercing straight into the vortex. The figure of Thousand Mouths of Feathers gradually faded within the light, until only a faint remnant remained—trapped inside a transparent sphere.

"Target successfully sealed." The Silver Moon warrior retracted his weapon and announced in a calm tone. He turned to look at Captain Crimson Flame, his expression indifferent yet firm. "This area is now under Silver Moon control. Evacuate immediately."

Captain Crimson Flame glanced at the battlefield strewn with wreckage, then at the sphere containing Thousand Mouths of Feathers. He let out a long sigh. "Understood… This fight was never ours to win."

In the grand conference room of the Western Federation, a massive holographic projection hovered in the center, displaying the chaos of the battlefield. On the screen, a monstrous entity was forcibly confined within a semi-transparent energy sphere, while the surrounding area lay in ruins—charred ground, shattered armor, and lingering flames told the story of a brutal battle.

"This level of loss is unacceptable." A middle-aged man sitting on the right furrowed his brows, his voice calm but filled with suppressed fury. "Our assets in this operation were completely wiped out. The blockade's supply lines were temporarily severed. If something like this happens again, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"Unimaginable?" another man sneered, leaning back in his chair. His sharp gaze swept across the room. "What's truly unimaginable is the power of these out-of-control entities. If it weren't for our forces containing the threat, the sealing device would have never had a chance to activate. Do you know how many casualties that thing caused before it was locked away?"

"The sealing device worked. That alone proves our efforts were not in vain," another figure spoke, his voice steady and measured, as if trying to dampen the escalating tension. "Equipment failures are to be expected. However, what concerns me is why our frontline soldiers were affected in the first place. Shouldn't this have been accounted for beforehand?"

"Accounted for?" someone slammed the table, frustration laced in his voice. "Do you even understand how terrifying that creature's sonic resonance is? It doesn't need words—its low-frequency vibrations alone are enough to break the will of ordinary people. This is not just a battle issue; this is psychological warfare."

"So you're blaming the soldiers now?" Another man, sitting upright with an icy stare, spoke with a voice as sharp as a blade. "Let's be clear—our soldiers are not disposable tools. If you're deploying people into the field, then the responsibility lies with the equipment teams to ensure every countermeasure is effective, rather than shifting blame after the fact."

The arguments intensified, and the air in the conference room grew heavy, the glow of the projection seeming even more piercing.

"Enough."

At the head of the table, an older man finally spoke, his voice carrying undeniable authority. The room fell silent in an instant, the only remaining sound being the low hum of the projection device.

His gaze swept across the attendees as he spoke in a deep voice. "The Thousand Mouths of Feathers incident has exposed many of our weaknesses. Equipment, soldiers, intelligence analysis, logistics—every single aspect failed."

No one dared refute his words. Even those who disagreed knew that the facts were undeniable.

"We cannot allow another uncontrolled entity to threaten the interests of the Western Federation." His voice was like a stone pressing on their chests. "From now on, a cross-department coordination mechanism must be established. We will not let another crisis turn into a game of blame."

A murmur spread across the room, some still skeptical. "Coordination mechanism? And who will bear the costs? How will we allocate resources? Who gets the final say?"

"Resources are secondary," the leader cut in, his eyes turning sharp. "What matters is identifying the root of these anomalies and ensuring we have the means to prevent another catastrophe."

The room fell silent. The stakes had never been higher.

There was a brief silence in the meeting room, and then someone nodded gently and began to agree: "Indeed, it is far more important to prioritize solving the crisis than to argue about interests."

The humming sound of the projection equipment sounded again, and the picture switched from the battlefield to a holographic map of the central city of the West Country, showing the key nodes and resource distribution of each area. New instructions were conveyed one by one, and the meeting gradually entered a new stage. Although the debate has not yet been completely settled, at least in this superficial compromise, the framework for crisis response has begun to take shape.