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(Rewrite because the old one is absolute garbage. I made a lot of people confused and missed a lot of crap. I apologize for that.)
I added a lot more shit into this new version, many of which are things I ignored to write in the old version, some of which might cause even more confusion than my previous fuckery.
Back then, I didn't think it would be necessary to include all the details, but after thoroughly reading it over and over again, I realized that there were crucial elements missing. Therefore, I have taken the time to carefully revise and expand upon the previous version to provide a more comprehensive understanding.
I made the creative decision to alter many things from the source material, so if I made something objectionable, just pretend it was all part of my artistic interpretation.
P.S. I dropped some foreshadowing hints in this new version, so keep an eye out for those as well.
R-rated because, fuck you, that's why.
Volume 1, Chapter 1: And so it began...
Prologue
Grand Square of Primis, Regnum Dei...
Forty-one Primordials, the oldest and most powerful beings in the universe, gathered in the Grand Square of Primis. Older than the cosmos itself, these ancient beings possessed unimaginable knowledge and abilities.
The Grand Square of Primis, the central hub of Regnum Dei, was a sight to behold. Towering structures made of pure celestial energy surrounded the square, emanating a mesmerizing glow that illuminated the night sky.
Regnum Dei, the supermassive planet that served as the home to the Primordials, was a place of awe-inspiring beauty. Its vibrant landscapes were adorned with lush forests, majestic mountains, and crystal-clear lakes, all teeming with exotic flora and fauna. The planet pulsated with an energy that resonated throughout the universe, drawing in curious beings from far and wide.
It was here that the Primordials convened, their presence resonating with an aura of wisdom and authority. As they gathered, hushed anticipation filled the air, for something monumental was about to unfold in the universe.
The Primordials, with each of their two most trusted advisors by their side, the Retainers, sat on a throne, forming a circle of power. The Retainers, beings of immense knowledge and loyalty, were chosen to assist the Primordials in making decisions that would shape the destiny of the universe.
As they took their seats, the atmosphere became charged with an electric anticipation, as if the very fabric of reality held its breath in anticipation of what was to come. With each throne constructed to represent their unique power and influence.
As the Primordials settled into their seats, the Retainers stood silently, their unwavering loyalty evident in their every gesture. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as the Primordials prepared to unveil their grand plan for the universe's future.
Without a consensus on the best course of action, hours have passed. Every breath was audible in the quiet square. The fighting between their masters scared and alarmed all of the retainers. Debate after debate, lasting for hours on end, produced nothing except more stillness.
Four full days of conversation have gone by in this loop. The retainers grew increasingly restless, their worry evident in their eyes as they watched their masters engage in heated arguments. The tension in the square became palpable, with each passing day only deepening the sense of urgency and uncertainty surrounding a planet's fate.
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"Hmm. I assume this is the most sensible course of action?"
"Well, it's either this or 'that."
"Can't we discuss this further? Surely this is not the only way to solve this problem?"
"I understand your concerns, but time is of the essence. We've explored all other options, and this seems to be the most viable solution given the circumstances."
"I agree, but we must act swiftly. The longer we delay, the more dire the consequences may become. A planet's future hangs in the balance."
"Oh, come on! We've been through this enough times already! At least with the first option, the damage won't be as big as with the other option. Sister, you know as well as I do that this is the better option for mortals in the long run. We can't afford to waste any more time debating when their future is at stake. Let's trust our judgment and proceed with the first option."
"Many people will die, but many more will live to make the world a better place to live tomorrow and the day after that. Sacrifices must be made for the greater good, and this is one of those times. We have to think about the long-term benefits and the potential for a brighter future for everyone involved."
"I concur that, however horrible it is, we must set them right; otherwise, they will all die by their own hands, and the consequences will be even more devastating. It is our responsibility to intervene and find a solution that can prevent such a tragedy. We cannot afford to ignore the signs and let them suffer in silence. Let's take action now and offer them the support they desperately need."
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A minute of silence was observed. Those in attendance understood that whichever decision they made would influence the fate of countless mortals living on a faraway globe. The fate of these humans would be decided by the 41 individuals in that room.
The weight of responsibility hung heavy in the air as they deliberated on the best course of action. They knew that their decision would shape the future and determine whether hope or despair would prevail for those in need.
Finally, a voice spoke to the 40, a perfectly impartial mediator, for he alone could carry a burden no one else could. Momonga, the first Primordial of Life and Death, desired an immediate resolution because the crisis had lasted far too long for them to continue without a clear direction.
As the discussions unfolded, it became evident that the stakes were higher than anyone had anticipated, and the pressure on Momonga to make the right choice intensified. With every passing moment, the weight of the responsibility grew heavier, urging them to find a solution that would bring relief and restore hope to those in desperate need.
"Those who are in favor?"
Thirty-seven hands were raised. Those who are not in favor can only sigh and reluctantly agree to the majority's decision. The room fell into a heavy silence as Momonga, feeling the weight of the opposing opinions, knew that whatever choice he made would have far-reaching consequences.
It was clear that the path ahead would require careful consideration and strategic planning to ensure the best outcome for all involved.
"Then this discussion is settled. Let's have all of our children here at dusk; we shall inform them of the situation and their task."
"Alright, the sooner we get this done, the better. We must ensure that they understand the gravity of the situation and the importance of their role in it."
"Messengers, step forward."
Every messenger immediately stepped forward, their eyes filled with determination and readiness to fulfill their duty.
"Go to our children's respective residences and have every single one of them gather here at dusk. You shall tell them nothing of the details, only that it is of utmost importance and they are needed urgently. Emphasize the urgency and stress the need for their immediate presence without causing unnecessary panic or fear." The messengers nodded in understanding, their expressions reflecting their understanding of the delicate balance between urgency and maintaining calm among the children. With a final salute, they dispersed to carry out their task, leaving behind a sense of anticipation and responsibility in the air.
Later that day, messengers scrambled throughout the city to gather every child of every Supreme Being without giving much detail, which confused most of them as the state of the message itself was of utmost importance.
The messengers urged each child they sent to quit whatever it was that they were doing and come to the Grand Square, where the Supreme Beings would address them. The urgency in the messengers' voices left no room for questions, and soon a crowd of curious and anxious children began to gather, unaware of the impending revelation that awaited them.
Hall of Worlds, Primis, Regnum Dei...
Every Supreme Being's children gathered were strolling through the Hall of Worlds, a hall that showcased every world the Supreme Beings had visited, ruled, saved, and cared for.
The hall was constructed using the most magnificent stone that has ever existed. It had a towering ceiling that was at least a thousand feet tall. Its interior was incredibly large and stocked with items of major worth from all around the world.
Paintings, statues of diverse creatures and people, numerous weapons and armors, and even items peculiar to that realm were hung on the walls. Nothing was left out since the Supreme Beings have acquired everything owing to their collector's instinct.
They were conversing with one another and going over the reason the Supreme Beings had called them all together today. They began to develop their own hypotheses, some of which were reasonable while others were, at best, dubious.
"Albedo, do you know why we've been called? Why, in particular, all of us? Did you hear anything from Lord Tabula? Shalltear and Cocytus both mentioned an emergency." Demiurge inquired.
Demiurge, a supreme demon and the first son of Ulbert Alain Odle, the Primordial of Destruction, was among those present today. His lovely face exhibited his brilliance, which he received from his father, while wearing his distinctive orange suit made of the finest silk and his spectacles, which reflected the lights, masking his eyes the majority of the time. His short hair brushed back, and his metallic tail with three spikes on each side went left to right, left to right, left to right.
"Brother, this gathering seems a bit... off. I can't help but sense an air of tension and unease," Luciant whispered to his sibling, Demiurge, who walked beside him.
Luciant, an angel and devil hybrid, is the second son of Ulbert Alain Odle and Demiurge's younger brother. He wears a half-white, half-black three-piece suit with a silver tie that shimmers in the dim light. His wings, one white and one black, were neatly folded against his back, their feathers glistening with an otherworldly sheen. A twin saber of different colors hanging from his belt completed his striking appearance.
They were following Albedo, the third child of Tabula Smaragdina, the Primordial of Knowledge. The most alluring succubus to ever grace the universe, she is dressed in a white gown that flatters her delicious hourglass-shaped body. Her long, smooth, shiny black hair has two white horns sprouting from either side of her head. She carries a small staff about the length of a dagger, with an orb floating above its top.
"I do not know the reason as to why we're being gathered today, Demiurge. My father did not provide any details when he summoned me," Albedo said, her voice filled with curiosity and anticipation. She glanced around the room, observing the other children who had also been called upon, wondering what could possibly be so important to warrant such a gathering.
"My father too." Cocytus spoke with a deep, resonant voice.
"So is mine." Gargantua added, his massive frame towering over the rest of the children.
Cocytus, the first son of the Warrior Primordial of War, Takemikazuchi, is a tall and imposing figure with a muscular build and a stern expression on his face. His four arms are adorned with intricate tattoos that symbolize his allegiance to his father and his role as a warrior. Wearing his signature cyan full body armor with two swords, a glaive, and a naginata strapped to his back, Cocytus, along with Gargantua, stood the tallest amongst the crowd.
Gargantua, son of the Primordial of Nature, Blue Planet. He is a towering figure with a commanding presence. His body is covered in vibrant green vines and leaves, symbolizing his connection to nature. With his immense strength and ability to manipulate the elements, Gargantua is a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. He wore a light brown jacket over his muscular frame, unzipped, leaving his chest exposed, and dark brown knee-length pants that were torn and tattered from countless battles. His piercing blue eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity, and his green hair stood on end as if charged with electricity.
"Mine too, granted; he never really did tell me anything too significant." Victim responded. "But just by looking at him, you can tell that he possesses an immense power that goes beyond what words can describe."
Victim, son of the Primordial of Strategy and Tactics, Punitto Moe. Wearing his signature fuschia vest and short pants that matched his vibrant hair. His short stature and feminine looks belied his true strength and cunning. Despite his delicate appearance, Victim was known for his strategic brilliance and unparalleled ability to weaken his opponents. His power to debuff and incapacitate enemies was legendary, making him a formidable force on the battlefield. Many underestimated him based on his appearance, only to be swiftly defeated by his cunning tactics and devastating debuffs. It was a testament to the saying that looks can be deceiving, as Victim proved time and time again that true power lies within the mind, not just physical prowess.
"Demiurge, I never stated that. Just now, I suggested it may be." Shalltear spat. Shalltear's words dripped with disdain as she challenged Demiurge's assumption. Her crimson eyes glared at him, daring him to challenge her further. Despite her petite stature, Shalltear exuded an aura of power that demanded respect from those around her.
Shalltear Bloodfallen, the first daughter of Peroroncino, the Primordial of Sun and Lightning. She is a short-stretched vampire with her distinctive soft-black evening gown and voluminous, heavy skirt. Her upper torso is covered with a short jacket with a fitted fit and a ribbon with lace embellishments. Her hands are covered in lengthy lace gloves, leaving no visible skin on the outside. Her beautiful facial features, crimson-red eyes that are alluring, and pale, shining skin are highlighted by Shalltear's silver hair, which is pulled back into a ponytail and secured with a thick ribbon on top of everything.
"Shalltear. Demiurge was only asking; your intrusive demeanor was unnecessary." Albedo argued in favor of Demiurge.
"Yeah, whatever you say, you wormhole-sized gorilla. I highly doubt Demiurge needs your defense," Shalltear retorted with a dismissive wave of her hand. Her voice dripped with disdain as she continued, "But if you insist on defending him, perhaps you should focus on improving your own pitiful fashion sense instead.
"Fashion?! This dress is made out of the finest silk and designed by the most renowned fashion designer in all of Regnum Dei; this dress could take the most damaging of blows and still remain flawless," Albedo replied, her tone laced with a hint of annoyance. She straightened her posture, emphasizing her elegant attire. "Unlike some, I prioritize both style and practicality in my choice of garments." Albedo's eyes narrowed as she added, "But I suppose such refined taste is lost on someone like you."
"Oh, please enough with your elegance shit. We all know that practicality is just an excuse for your lack of fashion sense," retorted Shalltear, rolling her eyes. "Not everyone needs to dress like they're attending a royal ball to feel confident."
"The best defense is the best offense," Albedo replied, a sly smile playing on her lips. "And in my case, my impeccable style is both a form of self-expression and a strategic advantage." She adjusted her perfectly tailored outfit, exuding confidence.
"Best defense? It won't do you jack shit if you can't even move properly in those restrictive garments," Shalltear scoffed. "Flexibility and agility are key in battle, not just looking good." She crossed her arms, unimpressed by Albedo's fashion-forward approach.
"Is that why you're wearing such an upside-down, glass-looking skirt? For the practicality, or you're just an exhibitionist?" Albedo retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"At least I can actually fight without tripping over my own clothes. Maybe you should focus less on appearances and more on honing your combat skills." Shalltear shot back, her tone laced with disdain. "Fashion may be your forte, but it won't save you when it comes to a real battle." She smirked, confident in her own abilities.
"You lost a lot, Shalltear, and I doubt I need to remind you of that. Don't you dare make it pleasurable for me to beat you again." Albedo chuckled as she spoke.
"Well, someone didn't count the numbers; it was you who lost more than me, you fool," Shalltear retorted, her voice dripping with venom. She leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing. "And mark my words, Albedo, I won't go down without a fight this time. Prepare yourself for a battle you won't soon forget."
Albedo chuckled and tilted her head, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Oh, Shalltear, your confidence is admirable. But remember, I too have grown stronger since our last encounter. This battle will be different, and I assure you, it will be unforgettable for both of us."
'THIS BITCH!' Shalltear thought to herself, her anger boiling over at Albedo's taunting. She clenched her fists, ready to prove herself and reclaim her lost honor. As she shook her head in defeat, Shalltear tried her best to ignore the succubuses that were in her line of sight.
"Stop it, you two. What a ruckus." Cocytus interrupted, his deep voice resonating through the room. "Save your energy for the battle ahead. I can't think of anything with you two yapping in my ears." Cocytus crossed his arms, his stern expression showing his annoyance.
"Thank goodness. One more second, and I wish I'm not immortal so I can jump from the highest tower and end this suffering," Aura muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes at Shalltear's dramatics. Aura and Albedo exchanged glances, stifling their laughter as they continued to tease Shalltear, knowing they had gotten under her skin.
"Yes, Demiurge, you are correct. However, my father stated that he and the others will update us on the entire issue during today's meeting." Albedo responded, sounding almost as befuddled as him. Albedo's confusion mirrored Demiurge's as they both struggled to understand the situation. They exchanged puzzled glances, wondering what could be so important that it required a meeting with each of their parents.
Demiurge, widely regarded as the most intellectual non-Supreme Being to have ever existed, became disoriented and lost in contemplation. He wondered whether he had been kept in the dark the entire time. Demiurge, on the other hand, thought that whoever began the story about him being the wisest was a rambler with no substance or knowledge behind their words, since he knew he could never compare to the Supreme Beings, not even close.
Demiurge looked at Pandora, who was strolling in front of the majority of the group. Demiurge pondered what could have compelled Pandora, Momonga's son, to leave the comfort of the Treasury, which none of them had ever visited.
They only knew one thing: if he was out, Lord Momonga had commanded it, and they had to obey. Demiurge couldn't help but wonder if Pandora had discovered something extraordinary or if there was a hidden purpose behind his departure. As the loyal servants of the Supreme Beings, they trusted his judgment implicitly and knew that there must be a significant reason for Pandora's journey outside the Treasury.
Momonga personally chose Pandora as the Treasury's protector. He strolled down the hall quietly. His long black coat flowed behind him as he wore his typical white shirt with a black vest and black tie. His void black hair covered the left half of his face, giving him an air of mystery and intrigue. His hands were behind his back as he quietly led the gathering to the Grand Square's entrance.
"Pandora has also arrived; I can already sense the gravity of the situation. If he's here, it must be significant, hazardous, or both. What about you, Aura? Mare? Has Lady Bukubukuchagama said anything to you?" Demiurge turned his head to look at Aura and her brother Mare, who were strolling in front of him.
Aura, Mare's older twin sister, is the offspring of Bukubukuchagama, the primordial of protection and family. She is clad in a red long-sleeved tunic made of Fire Dragon hide, a white vest, a golden acorn-shaped necklace, and a giant scroll wrapped in brown leather. She commands a variety of powerful monsters and is a dark elf who loves creatures. Her golden blonde short hair highlights her elven beauty.
Mare, Aura's younger twin brother, was striding next to her. With his customary white vest, short green cape made of basilisk skin, and blue long-sleeved shirt made of Ice Dragon skin, along with two completely different pairs of gloves—one made of dark brown metal with claws and a glowing red stripe fitting for a demon, the other of shining platinum-like metal suitable for a paladin. Any woman would be drawn to him by his attractive features.
"Eh, Mom didn't say just what she discussed with the other Supreme Beings, but she did mention something about a fresh possible danger. But we'll definitely find out today what it is." Aura responded. Curiosity filled the air as Aura's words hung, leaving a sense of anticipation. The mention of a potential danger only heightened the intrigue surrounding their upcoming revelation.
"Yeah. Nothing except that it's urgent." Mare continued, nodding to Aura's reply. The urgency in Mare's nod conveyed the seriousness of the situation, causing a slight tension to settle among them. It was clear that whatever danger awaited them, it demanded immediate attention and action.
"Pandora?" Demiurge asked with a furrowed brow, his curiosity piqued. Pandora turned to face Demiurge when he requested it.
"Ich entschuldige mich, Herr Demiurge. I had no revelation from Mein Vater. I understand how you're feeling," says Pandora.
"My feelings?" Demiurge questioned.
"Yes. You know, I'm the only member of our generation who has received the least attention from the general public. Only when the Supreme Beings think it is essential do I make appearances. I can play any part that is required, so it stands to reason that just by existing I may pose a threat to anybody, which is why I am constantly kept in the vault."
Pandora's voice trembled as he continued, "It's isolating, being hidden away like this. I long for the chance to prove myself and show the world what I am capable of."
'That does make sense. There must be more than it seems. Lord Momonga is known for his secretive behavior. Whatever his reasons are, they must be justified in his mind. Perhaps he believes that the potential danger outweighs any benefits of revealing Pandora to the world. It's possible that only a select few truly understand the extent of Pandora's capabilities and the potential consequences if they were to be unleashed,' Demiurge thought to himself.
Demiurge inquired inquisitively, "You don't get lonely there? Correct me if I'm wrong, but as far as I know, only those with clearance are permitted to walk inside. Even though they only sometimes visit there, according to several Doppelgangers and Liches I know." Demiurge's curiosity was piqued as he wondered about the reasons behind such strict access restrictions. He pondered whether there were hidden dangers or valuable resources on Pandora that warranted such limited entry.
"It does occasionally, but it's not an issue. I can guarantee you that my father has his justifications, but he never forces himself on me. I made the decision on my own. Maybe I'm just making this up, but I believe he passed on to me the habit of gathering information and reflecting alone in secluded places. It's like our own little tradition—a way for us to connect even when we're physically apart. I find solace in these moments of introspection, and they help me make sense of the world around me. I find it strange, yet I like cataloguing and safeguarding everything in our realm's treasure." With a note of pride in his voice, Pandora remarked.
Demiurge pondered Pandora's answer for a good few seconds before she snapped him out of his thoughts.
"But enough about that; assume nothing, Herr Demiurge," Pandora said, trying to comfort him. "I'm sure Vater and the other Supreme Beings have a very good reason for gathering us all. They must have a grand plan in mind, one that we may not fully comprehend yet. Let us trust in their wisdom and guidance as we await their instructions."
Demiurge nodded, reassured by Pandora's words, and together they prepared themselves for whatever awaited them in the presence of the Supreme Beings.
"Just calm down, Demiurge," Albedo said. "We'll get answers to all of our questions soon,"
Demiurge was baffled as to why each Supreme Being's offspring had been gathered together by the Supreme Beings. Demiurge could sense something was wrong. They all appeared to have the same thought in mind. Why were they picked in particular?
'What exactly is going on here? Surely this is not just some gathering.' Shalltear was likewise perplexed as to why they were being assembled all of a sudden.
'Pandora, I haven't seen him in quite some time. What?! Even that creepy Rubedo and Solution are here too. Hmm, this can't be good. An all-star composition, huh? I think that's what Lord Ulbert said once.'
As Shalltear observed the familiar faces around her, she couldn't help but wonder if this gathering held a deeper significance. Perhaps there was a hidden purpose behind their selection, something beyond a mere reunion. The mention of an "all-star composition" by Lord Ulbert only added to her growing curiosity and unease.
They completely ceased considering the cause because they realized their knowledge was only the tip of the iceberg in comparison to the tremendous intelligence of the Supreme Beings. They observed that there were many more guardians than normal as they moved down the hallway that led to the Grand Square's entrance. Even more bizarre is the presence of the whole Black Sky as well as every senior military official.
Black Sky, Regnum Dei's top-tier special forces chosen by the Supreme Beings themselves, have undergone extensive training to be the finest at everything you can throw at them. Every ten thousand people who applied died during their entrance training, which was so rigorous that only 2 to 3 or occasionally even 5 people made it through. The most number of people to graduate and be accepted into the team was 13, which only happened twice in the course of the team's one billion-year history.
The members of Black Sky possess unparalleled skills in combat, espionage, and strategy, making them an unstoppable force on the battlefield. Their unwavering loyalty and dedication to their mission have earned them a reputation as the most elite special forces unit in existence.
The rigorous selection process ensures that only the most exceptional individuals are chosen to join their ranks, resulting in a team of extraordinary individuals capable of achieving the impossible.
Every member of Black Sky was instructed to avoid making public appearances since they were the protectors who did not talk boastfully but rather by their deeds in devotion to their country and fellow citizens. Additionally, all Supreme Beings have expressed their thanks for their service, saying that all slain Black Sky members would be remembered as heroes and that they personally would perform the burial ritual alongside all Black Sky members, active and inactive.
The commitment and sacrifice of Black Sky members have earned them the utmost respect and admiration from the entire nation. Their selfless dedication serves as a powerful reminder of the indomitable spirit that lies within every citizen, inspiring us all to strive for greatness in our own lives.
'Could it be? Are we at war?' Albedo said in her mind:
"Welcome, my lords and ladies. You've all arrived right on schedule; the meeting is about to start. Follow us here, if you would please." As they were being directed inside towards the Grand Square, the entrance guards spoke to them.
The pathway leading to the entryway was designed to resemble a garden with various flowers and herbs. With high-tier automatons securing the walkway, it stretches for about 300 steps and is 35 steps wide. Each automaton used a distinct sort of weapon and excelled at destroying anybody who dared to disturb the 41 Supreme Beings; they were separated by a 10-step space.
They eventually reached the Grand Square entrance, where a massive archway was waiting for them after a short distance of walking. Four golems of various colors, each representing a different humanoid figure, stood guard at the entrance.
A lovely white golem that resembles a human knight wielding a sword and a shield, its armor glows brightly in the sunshine.
A pale white golem with pointed ears like an elf, wielding a compound bow capable of blasting pure elemental energy.
A light brown golem, shorter than the other, like a dwarf, wearing electrified armored gloves and wielding a massive magical cannon.
A green, bald-headed golem like a goblin wearing a red pointed cap and wielding a short dagger in its left hand and a massive greatsword in its right.
The four golems turned their heads towards them, scanning them from head to toe before bowing deeply and resuming their duty. The golems' mechanical movements were surprisingly fluid, a testament to their advanced craftsmanship. Each one possessed a unique aura, emanating power and loyalty. It was clear that these golems were not mere constructs but formidable guardians entrusted with the protection of their domain.
Grand Square of Primis, Regnum Dei...
All eyes in the area were focused on them as they approached the square's center. A circle of 41 thrones had been set up, each with a unique design that complemented the personalities of the people who sat on them. A total of 72 extraordinarily powerful golems—more powerful than any other golem that has ever existed—were arranged on the ceiling in niches looking below, ready to descend and defend the 41 if invaders ever managed to get past every other defense.
The Supreme Beings individually created these 72 golems, many of which resembled each Supreme Being's desired guardian. These golems were not only visually striking but also imbued with immense strength and intelligence, making them formidable protectors. Each golem possessed unique abilities and skills, tailored to match the specific needs and preferences of the Supreme Being who created them. With their combined might, the 72 golems stood as an impenetrable line of defense, ensuring the safety and security of the thrones and their occupants.
'Our legendary 72 golems, the Lemegetons They continued to give us the chills even after all these years. They are supposedly more powerful than us and have consciousness, making them far more deadly. A sentient, immensely strong golem will almost certainly ruin anyone's day.' Demiurge and the others had similar thoughts. They knew that the golems were not to be underestimated, as their creators had imbued them with incredible strength and intelligence. The mere thought of facing off against a sentient, immensely powerful golem sent shivers down their spines. They wondered if there was any way to outsmart or disable these formidable guardians.
A throne made of incredible white marble with a scale and a gavel decorated it. Sitting upon this throne was an embodiment of pure justice—a knight wearing shimmering armor and a red cape. His sword and shield lay beside him on the floor.
'Lord Touch. He is justice incarnate. His unwavering dedication to upholding the law and delivering fair judgment made him both respected and feared by all who crossed his path. Many whispered tales of his unmatched combat skills and strategic brilliance, making it clear that challenging Lord Touch would be a grave mistake.'
Upon an ever-burning throne, a goat-like demon in a suit of the finest silk sat, its claws so sharp they could cut through anything.
'Lord Ulbert Alain Odle. True master of destruction. His mere presence instilled terror in the hearts of his enemies, as he reveled in chaos and reveled in the destruction he left in his wake. With a single wave of his hand, entire cities would crumble, and armies would be reduced to dust. The tales of his power spread far and wide, serving as a warning to those foolish enough to challenge him.'
A gray marble throne with elaborately ornamented wings projecting from the rear. It was occupied by a bird-human hybrid. His crimson, long, curving bow hung over the handrest of his seat. His bow is so strong that it can erase an entire universe with a single uncharged shot and uses the sun as its ammo.
'Lord Peroroncino. He commands every star in the universe. His celestial dominion is unrivaled, as he effortlessly bends the cosmos to his will. The mere mention of his name strikes fear into the hearts of even the most formidable opponents, for they know that challenging Lord Peroroncino is to invite certain annihilation.'
A slimy sat on a throne made of exceedingly magnificent wood. On the ground in front of its stairs were a pair of enormous tower shields.
'Lady Bukubukuchagama. She breathes life into all living beings. Her gentle touch brings forth vibrant colors and melodies as she nurtures the world with her boundless love and compassion. The mere presence of Lady Bukubukuchagama fills hearts with hope and inspires all to embrace the beauty of existence.'
A modest throne made of black bricks. A rock-faced monster resembling a golem who was wearing a mask sat still, almost as if he were invisible. On his handrest were a pair of twin daggers made of gold and platinum.
'Lord Nishikienrai. God of stealth and invisibility His silent presence instills a sense of awe and reverence among those who are fortunate enough to witness his ethereal form. With his unparalleled mastery of deception and his ability to move undetected, Lord Nishikienrai is a formidable force to be reckoned with in the realm of shadows.'
A throne made of various majestic trees stood, surrounded by beautiful plants. Sitting upon it was a treant, whose branch-like arms moved gracefully with every motion he made, emanating a soft creaking sound for all to hear.
'Lord Blue. Creator of nature itself. His presence commanded the respect of all creatures, big and small, as they instinctively recognized his authority. The air around him seemed to come alive with a gentle breeze, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the soothing whispers of the forest.'
A throne made from various pieces of armor and weapons sat atop a hill. A giant, wearing intricately designed armor, held two swords beside him: one a curved single-edged sword, and the other a heavier, beefier long sword, which could only be wielded by someone of his size.
'Lord Takemikazuchi. He is the embodiment of what every warrior aspires to be. His presence commanded respect and admiration, as his formidable physique and unwavering gaze exuded an aura of power and authority. It was said that his skills in combat were unmatched, and his strategic prowess was legendary among warriors far and wide.'
On a throne made of glass with numerous glass tubes housing its concoctions and various scents wafting through the air, sat a terrifying creature with tentacles and a bloated head.
'Lord Tabula Smaragdina. The first to bestow knowledge on mortals His vast intellect and wisdom were renowned, and his library contained ancient texts and scrolls from civilizations long forgotten. Scholars and seekers of knowledge would travel from distant lands to seek his guidance and unravel the mysteries hidden within the pages of his books.'
There were plenty more, all of which had a gorgeous creature sitting atop them except for one.
A creature that resembled a human skeleton and was dressed in purple-black hooded robes, holding a golden staff with seven snakes' heads intertwined, each of which appeared to be holding a different colored gem in its mouth, was sitting on a black stone throne that is so dark and heavy that it does not reflect light, even when the sun is directly overhead.
The creature's empty eye sockets glowed with an eerie crimson light, casting an unsettling aura in the room. Its bony fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest of the throne, as if waiting for something or someone to arrive. The air grew heavy with anticipation, as if the entire room held its breath in fear of disturbing this mysterious being.
'Lord Momonga. Master of life and death. He decides who has the right to live and who doesn't. His presence commanded respect and instilled a sense of dread among those in his presence. The mere mention of his name sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls, for he held ultimate power over their very existence.'
Then the person sitting on the black throne in the middle got up, and the others quickly followed.
"Welcome, dear children; please gather around," Momonga said as he welcomed his children.
"My Lord!" Everyone who gathered immediately knelt down and gave their undivided attention.
Momonga's commanding presence was undeniable, his aura radiating authority and dominance. His every word carried weight, and his subjects hung on to his every command, eager to please and obey. The room fell into a hushed silence as they awaited his next decree, fully aware that their lives were in his hands.
"Rise, there is no need for formalities at this time; we want to inform everyone of an urgent matter." Momonga said it with obvious intent. His voice resonated with a sense of urgency, causing a ripple of unease to spread through the room. The subjects exchanged worried glances, their anticipation growing as they braced themselves for the impending news.
Momonga announced, "What I am about to tell you will be made public after this meeting concludes." He looked across at his friend, who was occupying the seat four seats to his right. His friend's expression mirrored the growing tension in the room, indicating that he too understood the gravity of the situation. Momonga took a deep breath, knowing that his next words would have a profound impact on everyone present.
"Thank you, Momonga. We've collected you all here so that we may allocate each of you to a different campaign. The operation is totally unusual, extremely hazardous, and has the potential to bring down one or more worlds. We have already evaluated the danger level, and we regret to notify you that this campaign will likely be classified as Category 6 Extra." Punitto Moe elaborates thoroughly.
They looked different as soon as they heard the number 6. Their faces turned pale, their eyes widened, and a heavy silence filled the room. The mention of Category 6 Extra instantly instilled a sense of dread and urgency among those present as they realized the magnitude of the impending mission and the immense challenges that lay ahead.
The potential harm and devastation that a Category 6 disaster may bring were already on their minds. When a danger is classified as Category 6, it signifies that, if other factors are taken into account, it also has the potential to affect any bordering worlds.
'Shit! Six and extra?! This is worse than I expected.' Albedo muttered to herself. She glanced around the room, seeing that the worried expressions on her teammates' faces mirrored her own concerns. The realization sank in that their mission had just become exponentially more difficult and dangerous than they had initially anticipated.
"Category 6, huh? I suppose that does justify taking great care, just when I thought my day was going south.' Demiurge thought. He knew that a Category 6 mission meant they would be facing incredibly powerful and unpredictable enemies. The stakes were higher than ever, and they would need to strategize and prepare accordingly. As the gravity of the situation settled in, Demiurge couldn't help but feel a surge of determination to protect that world and its borders at all costs.
"Now that that is out of the way, allow me to quickly summarize the campaign." Punitto Moe spoke while creating a holographic projection with a wave of his hand. The projection initially depicts a planet in a far-off galaxy before gradually zooming in.
"This planet comes from the galaxy 79K16PL. Since it still lacks a name, we just refer to it as 6G. It includes a wide variety of living and non-living creatures, including humans, humanoids like elves, dwarfs, dryads, goblins, and fairies, as well as heteromorphs of every type. It also includes a variety of animals, including reptiles, mammals, aquatic creatures, and many more, all of which come in a variety of shapes and sizes. Everyone coexists peacefully. This realm is a near-exact replica of our own, yet it has terrible magic power. Our religion has already been established there, where it has endured for thousands of years and been fully embraced by the local population."
"About 600 years ago, when six people founded their separate religions, the issue first emerged. This misguided religion promotes human dominance and labels anything intelligent that is not human as impure. They think that only humans should be allowed to dwell on this lovely world, and that they should be the sole race doing so. Things went from mild racism to prejudice towards non-human animals to blatant mass murder and extermination of any species deemed inferior. This extremist ideology spread like wildfire, fueling hatred and discrimination against non-human beings."
"The consequences have been devastating, as countless innocent lives have been lost and entire ecosystems disrupted due to this narrow-minded belief system. The "Slane Theocracy" was founded by those who worship these "Six Great Gods" as a human supremacist nation. They started several conflicts, upsetting the delicate equilibrium of this universe and killing innumerable humans, demi-humans, and heteromorphs. These conflicts have not only caused immense suffering but have also deepened the divide between different species, hindering any possibility of peaceful coexistence."
"The "Slane Theocracy" has relentlessly propagated their ideology, indoctrinating generations with their discriminatory beliefs and perpetuating a cycle of violence and animosity. " The explanation was delivered to them by Punitto Moe in a mournful tone.
"We've determined that it's better for us to interfere since we need to put everything back in order to restore equilibrium." Ulbert continued, gesturing for Peroroncino to go on.
"The dominion of the Six Great Gods ended roughly 200 years ago. Only one remained to rule their devoted followers and devotees after five died in old age. He eventually succumbed as well, having been vanquished by a gang of men known as the "Eight Greed Kings" by the mortals. These Eight Greed Kings were incredibly powerful and sought to claim the power of the Great Gods for themselves. With their victory, they established a new reign of terror and oppression over the land, causing chaos and suffering for all."
"The Eight Greed Kings succeeded him and gained control of the globe. They were able to defeat the dragons, who were the world's greatest natives, at their own game and nearly wipe them off. The dragons, once revered as the guardians of the land, were forced into hiding or exterminated by the ruthless rule of the Eight Greed Kings. The mortals, now living under their oppressive regime, yearned for a hero to rise and challenge their tyrannical reign."
'Gods?!' Gods don't perish, right? The term "God" should only be applied to our Supreme Beings. They are not gods, these idiots. They are liars with a tiny bit more strength than the normal mortal.' To herself, Shalltear said she was so enraged by the idea that beings that are not Supreme Beings are called "gods" that she was on the verge of throwing up. The Supreme Beings are Gods, and these six would be the clowns doing their best to amuse them.
Of course, this would have the exact opposite effect and make them wish they had never been created. Shalltear couldn't fathom how these six beings could even dare to compare themselves to the true power and divinity of the Supreme Beings. Their feeble attempts at amusing the gods would only expose their insignificance and leave them regretting their existence. She knew that such audacity would never go unpunished by the true deities.
'I see, dragons. This danger should thus be classified as 6 or extra, which makes perfect sense. These people managed to outperform them at their own game, even though the weakest dragon we are aware of is capable of leveling an entire forest. It's best to move slowly. The power and strength of dragons are renowned, and for these people to surpass them is a remarkable feat. It is crucial to approach this situation with caution and strategize our next moves carefully. Rushing into action could have dire consequences, considering the immense capabilities demonstrated by these individuals. ' To herself, Aura thought
'So these eight people not only defeated a dragon that was fully grown but also nearly wiped them off. They've done something extremely cruel. The bravery displayed by these sad individuals will not go forgotten, and their passing will not be in vain. May they find peace in the hereafter. Yes... Lord Momonga would bring them and their family peace.' Sebas thought to himself, feeling like he was losing a family member because he was half dragon.
He struggled to maintain his composure as a sudden wave of wrath and sadness overcame him. pledging to carry out lengthy and unfair justice in honor of those who had suffered at the hands of these cruel individuals. Sebas vowed to ensure that their actions would not be forgotten and that justice would be served, no matter how long it took or how unfair it may seem to others.
All the children paid close attention to the briefing and immediately understood the situation. With each explanation, their hatred for these gods and kings grew even stronger. They realized the magnitude of the injustice that had been inflicted on innocent people and felt a burning desire to seek retribution. Determined to right the wrongs, they formed a pact, vowing to unite their strengths and fight against the oppressive forces that had caused so much pain and suffering.
"Thankfully, these kings were vanquished by a band of honorable and selfless mortals who are now known as the "Thirteen Heroes," albeit there were more than thirteen of them. Numerous lives were saved by these heroes, and many more were spared. With two of them still wandering the globe, they died quietly. The other one merely sleeps the entire day, so technically there is only one."
In his dismissal, Punitto Moe added a hint of humor, which led to a small giggle from him and a few of the other 41. The mention of the remaining two heroes sparked curiosity among the group, as they wondered about their whereabouts and the reasons behind their continued journeys. Punitto Moe's lighthearted remark brought a momentary respite from the weight of their heroic deeds, reminding them that even in the face of great challenges, laughter could still be found.
"But let's get back to the subject. The Six's danger has subsided, but their offspring have come forward and assumed the Six's banner. What was the point? to purge the planet of these blemishes and remove all worthless offenders. Following their coronation, they have carried out a series of massive genocides against any and all non-humans they come across."
"This Slane Theocracy has been at war with every other nation in the globe, including the Roble Holy Kingdom, the Argland Council State, the Re-Estize Kingdom, the Baharuth Empire, the Dwarven Kingdom, the Elven Country, and the Draconic Kingdom. Their influence has expanded around the world and has succeeded in putting every nation in a deadlock of fear and uncertainty. The Slane Theocracy's relentless pursuit of power and dominance has left the entire world on edge as they continue to enforce their oppressive rule over both humans and non-humans alike."
"The international community is desperately searching for a way to break free from the grip of this tyrannical regime before it's too late. Since their onslaught on everything non-human has caused the demi-humans to seek refuge in other places, they have gone back to their animalistic nature and have killed numerous people out of fear or hunger, sometimes even resorting to banditry. The once peaceful coexistence between humans and non-humans has been shattered, leaving a trail of destruction and chaos in its wake. As tensions rise and resources become scarce, the world teeters on the brink of an all-out war, with both sides desperate to regain control and restore order. The fate of humanity and the survival of non-human species hang in the balance as the struggle for freedom intensifies with each passing day."
"We must do all in our power to put an end to this brutal deed. To satisfy their irrational and self-centered beliefs, too many innocent people have died at their hands. It is imperative to get rid of the descendants and their adherents because, as long as any of them are alive, this planet can never live in true peace."
Then Momonga's eye socket began to blaze crimson. Everyone is aware that this is when he will end this. He struck the throne's handrest with his right fist. The force of his blow echoed through the room, silencing everyone. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down their spines as they realized the magnitude of his determination.
"We have some additional worrying reports that these descendants are being backed by an unknown organization. Many Black Sky members who were sent on that mission to gather intel were ambushed and died in the process. It seems that our enemies are growing stronger and more cunning, posing a greater threat than we initially anticipated. We must act swiftly and decisively to uncover the truth behind this mysterious organization and put an end to their support for our enemies."
"What concerns us the most is that they know how we work, including our military power, strategy, and doctrines. And one of them wears clothing with the insignia of a white skull with red eyes, the insignia of Momonga. My insignia. And I never gave that just to anyone; whoever this person might be, they have somehow gained access to highly classified information. We are currently working to identify the source of this breach and strengthen our security measures to prevent any further leaks. Our top priority is to ensure the safety and integrity of our operations, as well as protect our allies from any potential harm caused by this organization's support for our enemies."
"It is your mission, should you choose to accept it, to bring peace to this world, lead the mortals back to the right path once more, destroy every single one of those wretches and their followers, and restore the balance of this world." Momonga said.
Everyone at once yelled, "We accept it, Lord Momonga!" Their voices echoed in unison, filled with unwavering loyalty and conviction. The weight of their collective determination hung in the air as they prepared to embark on a journey that would test their limits and reshape the destiny of this fairly young and fragile world.
"Excellent! Since this will be your most challenging campaign yet, we have made the decision to provide you with complete access to everything you require for the task, including a full company of Black Sky, the Reeling Goats, with their legendary and most renown commander, Commander Bellial, who will lead her team, assisting you all however necessary. Any base, any number of troops, and whatever weapons, equipment, and items you choose On this one, all bets are off! You will have the freedom to strategize and execute your plans without any limitations." Momonga stretched his arms and yelled.
Everyone was engaged in a conversation of their own, but Pandora's was absent. He remained silent for a moment before moving a few steps closer to his father's throne.
"My Lords and Ladies, may I be allowed to speak freely?" Pandora asked the Supreme Beings. Pandora's request for permission to speak freely hung in the air, causing a momentary pause in the room. The Supreme Beings exchanged glances, silently acknowledging Pandora's bravery before granting him the floor.
"Granted. For this objective, any advice would be beneficial. Please express your thoughts." Momonga replied while gesturing for Pandora to continue.
"Thank you, Father. Then I'd like to request the usage of The Great Tomb of Nazarick for this assignment."
The Great Tomb of Nazarick, a massive underground fortress, was once the most secure and powerful base. Its intricate layout and powerful defenses would ensure the safety of anyone seeking refuge within its walls.
It was once the most legendary and feared stronghold, known for its impenetrable barriers and formidable guardians. As if buried under history and lost to time, never to be heard from again, the Great Tomb of Nazarick remained a testament to the glory and might of its past.
Now being replaced by many more technologically advanced and modern fortresses, each more capable than the last, the Great Tomb of Nazarick has become obsolete. However, no successor ever reached the same level of awe and reverence as the legendary fortress.
Despite its obsolescence, tales of the Great Tomb of Nazarick continue to captivate the imaginations of those who hear them, ensuring that its legacy will never truly fade away.
"Nazarick? Why would you want to use Nazarick? It's considerably older than any of you. Its systems and features are woefully out of date by our realm's current standards. It couldn't possibly accommodate you for this assignment, especially since it's a Category 6. Pandora, we have several far superior bases accessible, such as the Gamaroth. Or the impregnable castle, The Regalia. And I'm sure you've heard about our most recent breakthrough, The Zenith. Which has a capability that exceeds any base we've ever built. The Zenith could do whatever Nazarick could and do it a million times better. So, please explain why you'd want to utilize Nazarick." Momonga inquired and was interested in understanding why someone would choose to use Nazarick over the other superior bases available.
He wanted to know if there were any specific features or advantages that made Nazarick stand out, despite the existence of more advanced options like the Gamaroth, the Regalia, and the Zenith.
Everyone in the room was perplexed. Pandora himself is humiliated since he is reluctant to look his father in the eyes. The Supreme Beings were speaking to one another about Pandora's unusual request. After a few seconds of stillness, Peroroncino broke out a loud chuckle, hitting the armrest of his throne, and was quickly followed by his colleague, the Supreme Being.
"He is, indeed, Momonga's son. They both have a nostalgic weirdness." The Supreme Beings found Pandora's request amusing, as it reflected the same eccentricity that Momonga, Pandora's father, possessed. It was a trait that seemed to run in the family and added to their overall mystique.
"To be honest, we already knew you'd want to utilize Nazarick, Pandora. So we've already planned for it." Amanomahitotsu explained, which startled their children even more.
Pandora was at a loss for words. How did the Supreme Beings know he'd ask for it? How long have they been aware? Pandora's mind raced with questions, wondering if his desires were truly predictable to the Supreme Beings. The revelation left him feeling both intrigued and slightly unsettled as he pondered the extent of their knowledge and the intricacies of their plans.
"Indeed, yes. We all expected it. To tell you the truth, when the Zenith Project was completed, we intended to rebuild Nazarick from the ground up. If you will, consider it a retrofit. We have allocated the required resources, and the rebuilding process has been completed for some time. We knew Nazarick would be used again one day. After all, it is the location where you all were born, grew up together, trained together, and triumphed together. So we thought it was only appropriate to let Nazarick shine once more. We give it our own little touches, adding modern amenities and technological advancements while still preserving its original grandeur. The result is a perfect blend of tradition and innovation, ensuring that Nazarick remains a symbol of our shared history and a testament to our future ambitions. Even for us, this was a long-awaited occasion."
Everyone was so surprised by what the Supreme Beings had just told them that they all began to cry. Crying with joy since their birthplace and house have been rebuilt to surpass their previous glory. The emotions overwhelmed them as they realized that Nazarick would once again be a symbol of their unity and strength, reminding them of the countless memories they had shared within its walls.
A location where they were reared, where they learned what they now know, and where they discovered the genuine meaning of family. Since they reached maturity, they haven't seen each other very much, but they were recently brought back together to work on a campaign as a family once again. This time, they were stronger and more experienced than before. Together, they hugged and kneeled. Then, all Supreme Beings command them to stand up.
"Your task will start in a week, and we will assign my son, Pandora, to lead you all. At that time, get ready for your toughest campaign yet. The newly built Nazarick is south of the Five Colored Grass Forests and is fully prepared, so assemble there with everything and everyone you believe will be able to help you. You might want to speak with each parent separately and ask for any advice they can provide you as you prepare for your upcoming journey. When you're ready, report to Pandora after finishing your preparation. We anticipate your safe return. Make us happy." Momonga finished the briefing.
They all yelled in unison, "Understood, Lord Momonga!"
Everyone made their way to the thrones of their parents to seek any guidance and knowledge that might aid in their success. Without realizing it, they spoke for hours. After saying goodbye to their parents, they parted ways and went in to seek their most reliable agents and lieutenants. They also prepared all the weapons, armor, and other items they would require, making sure to triple-check each step of the process.
Finally, they submitted their report to Pandora. Everyone was psyching themselves up for the following several days. Their current mission will be their most challenging one yet; danger awaits in the shadows as they delve deeper into the unknown.
With each passing moment, their anticipation grew, fueling their determination to succeed. They knew that failure was not an option, and the weight of responsibility rested heavily on their shoulders. The looming threat lurking in the shadows only served to heighten their resolve as they braced themselves for what lay ahead.
They were once terrified, but now they are prepared.
Somewhere south-west of Slane Theocracy
Fifteen people sat around a circular table in a dimly lit room, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight. Their eyes glowed in the darkness; the room felt cold and eerie, and negative energy seemed to permeate the air.
Each person had different colored eyes, ranging from piercing blue to deep crimson to even complete black and blind white. They looked at each other suspiciously with their gazes, as if they were sizing each other up, searching for any signs of weakness or deceit.
"Hmm. The gang's all here. I assume this is not a meeting for a friendly game of cards," said the man with the piercing blue eyes, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I see you're still an ignorant little shit, Barada. Because if my mind serves correctly, which of course it does, I specifically remember telling you that this meeting was strictly business," replied a girl with fiery red hair, her voice laced with annoyance. The atmosphere shifted as she leaned forward, her eyes narrowing in on Barada.
"I see you're still a bitch, Mearnt." Barada retorted with a smirk, unbothered by her attempt to intimidate him. "I thought you were smart enough to know the definition of sarcasm, but I guess I overestimated you." Mearnt's face flushed with anger as she clenched her fists, ready to defend herself against Barada's snide remarks. She took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure before responding.
"This is an important meeting, you fucking imbecile. Why don't you use whatever tiny brain you have inside that hollow skull of yours to contribute something useful instead of wasting everyone's time with your pathetic attempts at humor?" Mearnt's voice quivered with suppressed rage as she struggled to keep her tone steady.
A slam on the table stopped their exchange of words. All eyes turned towards the source of the noise.
"Enough, you two!" she bellowed, her voice filled with authority. "We are here to work, not engage in petty arguments. I expect professionalism from all of you. And if you can't handle that, then perhaps it's time for you to find another place of employment."
The room fell silent as her words hung in the air, leaving a palpable tension. Her stern gaze swept across the room, daring anyone to challenge her authority.
"Sorry, Harina." Barada muttered, breaking the silence.
"That's alright, just stop it already." Harina replied, her tone softening slightly.
"Why do you both even fight every time you meet? The first and second times, I could understand. But this is just becoming a daily occurrence; were you two dating or something? You both act like old married couples, with constant bickering. You know what? Don't answer; I don't want to hear whether you fuck or not. It's unprofessional and disruptive to the entire team." Said a man with a golden watch, his voice laced with frustration. He raised his leg and put it on the table, leaning back in his chair.
"None of your fucking business, Meliore. Keep your nose out of our personal affairs," snapped Mearnt. "We're professionals, and we know how to separate our personal lives from our work. So, just focus on your own responsibilities and leave us alone."
"You sure? You don't sound like professionals to me," replied Meliore, his tone dripping with skepticism. "I knew a failed relationship when I saw one, and coincidentally, you and Barada smelled like it from a mile away. Maybe it's time to reevaluate your definition of professionalism before it starts affecting your work."
Mearnt clenched her fists, her frustration now turning into anger.
"You have no idea what you're talking about, Meliore. Our personal lives have nothing to do with our abilities as professionals. So, unless you have something productive to contribute, I suggest you keep your opinions to yourself."
"Fine. Your funeral," Meliore responded with a dismissive shrug. "But mark my words, when your personal lives start interfering with our plans, I won't hesitate to get rid of you."
"Is that a fucking threat, Meliore?" Mearnt retorted, her voice dripping with venom.
"And what if it is?" Meliore sneered, leaning in closer. "You think I'm scared of some spoiled girl like you? Think again. I've dealt with far worse than you in my career."
"Maybe it's about time I changed that perception of you," Mearnt shot back, her eyes narrowing.
"Ooooh, I like those odds. Let's see if you can back up your words with actions," Meliore taunted, a smirk playing on his lips. "Say, what would you be without your sword, which, if I'm being honest, you don't even fucking deserving of?"
Mearnt's smirk grew wider as she responded, "Funny you should mention that. Because you too didn't even deserve your weapon, which you so brazenly stole from Ulbert."
"Uh, uh, uh, it's not technically stealing if it's going to be given to you. I would prefer the term early acquisition," Meliore retorted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Besides, I made better use of it than Ulbert ever could."
"Ooooooohhh, so you're a creep and a thief; now that's an impressive combination," Mearnt replied sarcastically. "One more bad quality, and you'll complete the trifecta of being a truly despicable individual." Mearnt crossed his arms, a smirk playing on her lips. "But hey, I guess it takes a special kind of person to stoop so low."
"Says the spoiled little bitch who selfishly sacrificed four worlds consisting of trillions and trillions of innocent lives just for his own amusement," Meliore retorted, his voice dripping with venom. "You may think you're clever, Mearnt, but in the end, you're just another attention-seeking narcissist who will stop at nothing to satisfy your own twisted desires."
"Says the cannibal who eats another race to the point of extinction." Mearnt shot back, her tone laced with sarcasm.
"Mearnt, that's enough." Barada interjected. "Let him say whatever he wants."
"You stay out of this, Barada," Meliore snapped, her eyes narrowing with anger. "This is between me and Meliore."
"Guys-"
"STAY OUTTA THIS!" Mearnt's voice boomed, cutting off Barada's attempt to mediate. The tension in the room escalated as both Mearnt and Meliore locked eyes, their animosity noticeable.
Harina slammed the table in frustration, causing everyone to jump. "Enough!" she shouted, her voice commanding attention. The room fell silent as all eyes turned to Harina, waiting for her next move.
"My apologies, Harina. I just can't stand his constant interruptions," Mearnt said, breaking the silence. "It's hard to focus on our tasks when he's always causing distractions."
"Me?! You're the one who started to go fucking psycho on me earlier!" Meliore shot back, his voice dripping with anger. "Don't try to blame your lack of self-control on me."
"The fuck did you just say-"
"ENOUGH!" The room fell silent as Harina's voice boomed, her commanding presence filling the space. Her hair started to levitate as her aura of darkness and death surrounded her. Her sclera turned black and her pupil white as she tapped into her inner power.
"One more unnecessary argument, and I will have you both removed from this project."
She glanced at everyone in the room, her gaze piercing through each individual. The tension was palpable as they awaited her next words, unsure of what consequences awaited them if they dared to defy her warning.
"Thank you. Now let's get this meeting started. We have a lot to cover and limited time, so I expect everyone to be focused and efficient. Any further distractions will not be tolerated." Harina's authoritative tone sent a shiver down their spines, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. "Penviette, give me a status report of our pawns in the field."
"Yes, ma'am," Penviette replied, her voice tinged with nervousness.
"Our pawns have successfully gained influence all over the world, and they are currently expanding their operations in key strategic locations. We have received positive feedback from our contacts, indicating that our pawns are effectively carrying out their assigned tasks. Almost sixty percent of this world has been brought under our influence, ma'am. However, they have reported quite a few powerful natural-born inhabitants native to this world, and they are requesting small aid in dealing with these individuals. These natives possess unique abilities—nothing too special; they're not exactly stronger than our pawns, but they are a nuisance and have been causing disruptions in our operations. While our pawns have been able to handle most situations, these natives' unique abilities have proven to be a challenge. It would be beneficial for us to provide the requested aid to ensure a smoother execution of our plans and further expand our influence in this world." Penviette explained it to Harina and everyone in the room.
"So a tiny bug? So what? Just send in a small team of cleaners to deal with them," one of them suggested.
"It's not that simple, master Reargant. They are famous in this world; if they just suddenly disappeared, it would raise suspicion and potentially lead to unwanted attention, which our pawns right now are trying to avoid." Penviette responded to Reargant's suggestions.
"Penviette, who are these individuals again?" a voice asked.
Penviette turned to face the voice and replied, "Of course, master Cravure. A man named Gazef Stronoff, a warrior turned bandit named Brain Unglaus, and a half-elf named Antilene Heran Fouche—the previous two are not that strong and easily killable by our troop's standard, but the latter, who's on a different level, probably could go toe to toe with our pawn. She's the current heir to the Elf Country and is known for her exceptional combat skills. She inherited her royal family's heirloom, a scythe called Charon's Guidance, originally a gift to the mortals given by the Warrior Primordial of War, Takemikazuchi. That scythe is serious business, capable of cleaving through enemies with ease. Its razor-sharp blade is said to be infused with ancient magic, granting Antilene an unparalleled advantage in battle. Also, the fact that the elf royal family possessed highly destructive nature manipulation magic linked to the Primordial of Creation, Bukubukuchagama, is still a mystery; records of it are only found in the Elf Country, which we currently cannot go to. We're still trying to figure it out."
"Anything else, Penviette?" Harina asks calmly.
"Yes, ma'am. We have discovered that of the two individuals you asked me to investigate, one of them, Rigrit Bers Caurau, has a reputation for being highly skilled in swordsmanship and has a network of influential connections. However, information on the other individual is scarce, and his background remains a mystery. We are currently digging deeper to uncover any hidden details about him."
"Interesting. Send the report to my office. I want to know everything we can find about this mysterious individual. Additionally, inform me immediately if any new information arises regarding either of them." Harina spoke firmly, her curiosity piqued. She was determined to gather as much information as possible about both Rigrit and the enigmatic figure.
"Will do, ma'am." Penviette replied, nodding in understanding. "I'll make sure to keep you updated on any developments. It seems like we have quite the puzzle on our hands."
"Great. I want everyone to be on high alert; the 41 Primordials will definitely send a force to come to this world to eliminate our pawns, and we will step in once they have achieved their objective," Harina said, her voice filled with determination.
"We need to be prepared for whatever they throw at us. And keep this advice in your heads always; they are not to be underestimated. These Primordials are the oldest and most powerful beings in existence, with unimaginable abilities and knowledge. If we want to topple them, we must strategize and utilize every resource at our disposal. Remember, their arrival is imminent, and our success depends on our unity and resilience. Let us not falter in the face of their might, but instead stand strong and fight for our cause until the very end..."
To be continued...
Outro song:
Nostalgia by Superman Is Dead
