Guild Wars

Capital State, Central Country.

Within a luxurious manor that spanned almost four acres, there was a meeting room underground where various personages met to discuss serious matters. These people were not names that stood out in day-to-day human life, hidden in the shadows of society while being in plain sight.

Much like any meeting, there was a large conference table with various seats meant for the main players to sit and discuss while their modern-day indentured servants saw to their every need in a timely manner. This situation was no different, with only four seats compared to the larger numbers most groups had, but each seat was filled with an absolute titan.

They were split into four cardinal directions, with the north seat occupied by a broad-chested middle-aged man who wore a casual green t-shirt with a cartoon image on it, comfortable cargo shorts, and a pair of Crocs on his feet. His white hair was tied into a bun, and his bright blue eyes were filled with a kind of mature gentleness one would expect from their grandpa.

In the western seat was a mature woman who had sea-blue hair that spread out like seaweed, her dark eyes boring into the man in the north seat. She had relatively ordinary features despite having a shockingly voluptuous body, marking her as a classic example of a butterface. She wore a simple satin dress that reached the upper area of her knee, her legs crossed in a feminine manner.

To the eastern seat was a blonde-haired middle-aged man who had a wicked grin on his face. His eyebrows, hair, and eyes were all a blazing red color, and he wore a crimson suit jacket over a black t-shirt, along with black pants and casual loafers. He continually fiddled with his tie as he looked away, listening to what was being said with an air of feigned disinterest that was easy to see through.

Finally, the southern seat was occupied by an adult woman who had silvery-blue hair, wearing a sleeveless vest with a zipper in the middle that revealed ample cleavage, and a pair of tight pants that showed off her curvy figure. She had a blue-colored cape tied around her neck that flowed idly behind her, as if the winds were flowing through her constantly.

These four beings were not the only ones in the room. There were countless others in here, with the majority being sub-humans that manifested many different characteristics compared to normal humans in many regards. Behind each of the four seated fellows, there were two or three similar flashy and significant people standing behind them with varied expressions.

At this moment, all eyes were on the man in the north seat, who maintained a good-natured smile filled with levity despite the heaviness of their discussion.

"So let me get this straight, Gerald. You want us to sign some sort of peace treaty with that invader scum?" The mature woman in the western seat repeated impatiently.

Gerald, the gentlemanly fellow, nodded calmly. "That’s right. I have already received information from the Earth Mother that he, along with his two women, have killed both Lord Hyperion and Lord Oceanus by dragging them into space and away from the planet, then wearing down their Origin Energy."

Gerald’s expression became slightly more solemn. "Such a being is not something us, mere descendants, can handle. Trying to fight this group would be akin to a mantis trying to stop a chariot, so it’s best to play along for now and gather intel for our Ancestral Makers."

These relatively wise words were surprisingly received rather poorly by the group. The middle-aged woman laughed shrilly, her eyes full of disdain and mirth.

"Gerald, you truly have become more pathetic as you’ve grown old. A mere boy who claims to be the reincarnation of one of the 9 Supreme Invader Gods is enough to scare you this much?" She mocked openly, pointing a finger at her ally.

"Old woman, you are truly becoming more unhinged as menopause catches up with you. Boss Gerald only said to form a fake armistice and then assess the enemy’s threat level before either choosing to strike or to maintain the peace. Why do you make it sound like we are hiding our heads like turtles?" The flame-haired young man interjected with a wide grin, his fingers tapping the table quickly.

"Because it is effectively just that. Two Ancestral Makers were executed brutally by this bastard and his two wenches, causing the Earth Mother to permanently lose some of her power. This debt has to be paid in blood." The final young woman also put in her two cents without caring for rebuttals.

"And you seem to think that you can do something about it? Do you think yourself as strong as your Ancestral Maker then?" Gerald retorted in a soft tone, causing the young woman’s face to change greatly.

"I said no such thing! How dare you put such blasphemous words in my mouth, old man?!" The young woman directly blew her top and rose to her feet with an ugly expression.

However, none rose to match her, simply giving her a cursory glance before looking away. This made the young woman feel even more aggrieved and angry, for even after fighting to ascend on this council, she wasn’t taken seriously by the others.

"If it’s about revenge, forget it. My Ancestral Maker, Hyperion, literally died at the hands of that invader, and you don’t see me making a fuss like a foolish child. I recognize the reality of the situation much as Boss Gerald does. An enemy on the level of our Ancestral Makers is not for us to handle, but for our noble Ancestors themselves." The flame-haired young man stated, his eyes roving over the group.

"Hmph, no need to push insults on the side, Darlington boy. Just say whatever it is you have in mind or forever hold your peace!" The mature woman sneered as she responded coldly.

"Haha, Ms. Fasha, there is no need for such words. My suggestion is something that I feel we can all agree with, and it also has the nice benefit of scoring two birds with one stone." Darlington laughed as he continued.

"Spit it out." Ms. Fasha demanded arrogantly.

"It’s simple, we cannot deal with the reincarnation himself, but we can sure as hell deal with his followers, right?" Darlington stated with his hands spread open.

"Oh?" The other three looked interested by this.

"Our clans are not just limited to us, are they? We have scores of members with powerful abilities who are itching to make a name for themselves after suppressing our existence for so long. Since that fellow was foolish enough to expose our existence to the world, then this is the time for us to take center stage." Darlington explained, gesturing to the other leaders standing behind them.

"Well then, what do you propose, Darlington?" Gerald asked while placing his cheek against his fist.

Darlington raised two fingers. "A two-pronged attack. The first approach is to deal with the evil spawn of the supreme invaders, those so-called lineages. We have abstained from interacting with them openly for the most part except a few years ago."

Hearing this, the faces of everyone became solemn. The lineages had been a pillar that had suppressed them since their inception, and many of them grew up with their parents using stories about the lineages to scare them into sleeping at night.

After all, the lineages had millennia of history in terms of foundation, while they only really came into existence about 500 years ago, with not nearly enough foundation to rely on. It was only during the previous intense fight between the lineages when the three prodigies were born that their foes became so severely weakened that they were able to start making some plays on the side.

Hehe, a lot of people split from the Lucifer Lineage and went to live outside due to being disheartened, but all were extinguished by the Pangu lineage somehow. Was that really the case?

Of course not. Someone else took this chance to wear a ’mask’ and cause trouble while conveniently leaving the blame for another to take.

"Are you sure this is wise?" the young woman asked with hesitation.

"Why, have you suddenly lost your nerve, Wanda?" Darlington asked with a smile.

"It’s not that, but you should know that the Ancestral Makers warned us about challenging the lineages before we are ready. If we misjudge our strength against theirs, they will not lend us any help." Wanda said with a serious expression.

Gerald nodded. "Young Wanda has a point. It is certainly dangerous to attack our longstanding rivals without a proper plan, but knowing you, there should be one, right?"

Darlington smiled. "I will gladly share it with you after I share the second method of our attack."

The flame-haired young man then glanced at everyone with a confident gaze. "The second method is to attack them within the world of that game Boundless World. As your agents have probably informed you, this Draco fellow is the leader of the number 1 guild in that game and his company group are one of the apparent richest in the world because of it."

Darlington made a throat-cutting gesture. "Cut that off and we will weaken the strength of this fellow and cause his growth to stagnate. In this way, our Ancestral Makers can find more ways to deal with him and his lot."

The others shared looks and nodded.

"Hmph, Darlington, for once you’ve said something smart. They are nothing but a bunch of upstart brats who play games and get intoxicated by the false power it gives them. We can easily deal with such trash." Ms. Fasha remarked with an air of arrogance and dismissal.

The others thought the same too. The lineages were one thing, literal descendants of the Supreme Invaders with power that was still potent even after being deprived of worldly energy. What were these sub-human trash that were simply good at chopping pathetic monsters in a fake digital world? What could they even amount to?

Even if they had the best equipment and skills in the game, they were the descendants of primordials and could also bring their advantages into the game, so how could they lose to such weaklings?

"Forget about that one, we can assign some of our juniors to handle those weakling gamers. Let’s discuss how we will handle the lineages and what methods to use against them without harming our foundation." Gerald stated with a nod, wanting to settle things once and for all.

After that, the four began to discuss various measures and countermeasures, with the occasional addition from one of the others nearby. The discussion was thoroughly fruitful, and many methods that were finalized actually had a real chance of succeeding in the estimation of even the most conservative member.

Knowing that their clans were finally about to make themselves known to the world after suppressing for so long, even the older ones like Gerald and Ms. Fasha were filled with anticipation and excitement. Their eyes shone with a certain light that one would see in a predator about to initiate the hunt, wondering how the taste of the succulent deer would be in its maw.

Of course, this meeting went unnoticed in the eyes of many around the world, as other factions also held their hush meetings to deal with the sudden change. Supernatural, The Cartel, various conglomerates, and especially the leaders of countries allied with each other met in a hurry to think about what to do next.

Some planned to submit, some planned to rebel, and some planned to sit on the fence and see what happens next.

All of this was not that important, since Draco, after leaving the World Council, tossed his tag-alongs over to the workers in the Purgatory Group building. Just as the young man was about to head upstairs to go and fuck his wives to relieve stress, his pupils suddenly constricted as time stopped planet-wide, his steps faltering as a huge mind wave erupted from his skull.