One piece: Without a system, I have to survive!

The cold night air was filled with both the scent of smoldering ruins and the murmurs of a people awakening. In the hours following our bold strike on the enemy's command center, our rebel forces gathered in the open fields surrounding the fallen stronghold. The chaos within the Navy's ranks was palpable, and from the ashes of oppression, new hope began to rise.

I surveyed the scene from a modest ridge overlooking the camp. The once scattered fighters now moved with purpose, reassembling into groups, sharing news, and tending to their wounded. Among them, former villagers—faces etched with sorrow—now wore expressions of determination and resolve. Every person present had felt the weight of tyranny, and today, they were united by the promise of liberation.

Shira, her silver hair shimmering in the first pale light of dawn, walked through the crowd, offering quiet words of encouragement. "Our enemy's grip is weakening," she said softly to a gathered group of farmers and ex-soldiers. "Today, we start building a future where every voice matters."

Tatsuo and Vex worked side by side, carefully reviewing new intelligence and re-drawing our maps. Smoker, with his steady presence, coordinated with the newly arrived messengers from neighboring provinces. Each message was a spark that ignited a flame of resistance—more allies were coming, drawn by our courage and the undeniable taste of victory.

I stepped forward, addressing the assembled crowd with a voice that trembled slightly with both exhaustion and hope. "Today, we stand not as isolated rebels, but as a united people. Our actions have sent a message to the oppressors: freedom is not given, it is taken. We have shattered their command, and now we must gather every willing hand, every brave soul, to forge a new nation—one built on the principles of unity, justice, and hope."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd, growing into cheers as more people stepped forward, volunteering to join our ranks. The energy was infectious—a living testament to the power of unity. In that moment, the battlefield transformed into a stage for rebirth. We weren't just fighting a war; we were igniting a revolution that would echo across every town, every village, and every heart oppressed by fear.

In the days that followed, our focus shifted from the immediate battle to the long road ahead. We set up temporary councils in liberated villages, organized training sessions for new recruits, and forged alliances with distant factions eager to break free from the Navy's iron grip. The sound of hammers and the chatter of hopeful voices filled our makeshift headquarters, as we began to plan the next steps of our campaign.

At dusk, as the sun dipped below the horizon in a spectacular display of oranges and purples, I found myself standing side by side with Shira once again. The quiet determination in her eyes mirrored my own. "This is only the beginning," I said. "Our unity will be our strength. Together, we will not only topple tyranny—we will build a world where every person is free to dream."

She smiled, a soft yet resolute glow in her eyes. "Let's unite the nation, Ardan. Let's prove that even in the darkest times, hope can rise and burn brighter than any shadow."

As the first stars appeared in the night sky, our united force felt unstoppable. The enemy's power was waning, and in its place, a new dawn was emerging—a dawn that promised to reshape the world with courage, unity, and the relentless spirit of those who dared to dream of freedom.