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Sirens were blaring across the capital planet.

And the same announcement was being repeated over and over.

"The Algrand Empire's capital planet, Diable Sandrier, will now shift to a wartime footing. I repeat, we are shifting to a wartime footing. All residents of the capital planet, please begin moving to the shelters."

The sky of the shelled capital planet was dyed a crimson red to signal the danger, and as people rushed to the shelters, accidents and incidents were breaking out.

The wealthy had comfortable shelters prepared for them, while the poor pushed and shoved one another, fighting to get into cramped shelters that couldn't possibly hold them all.

No one had ever expected the capital planet to be attacked, so most of the shelters were merely places set up reluctantly to comply with the law.

In the first place, the capital planet was a distorted environment where tens of billions of people lived on a single planet.

It was obvious that chaos would ensue in an emergency.

Projecting this scene onto the ceiling and enjoying it was the current emperor, Bagrada.

He watched with a sinister grin as people fought out of anxiety and fear, resorting to acts of violence.