Chapter 127: Interlude The League

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Chapter 127: Interlude The League

9 years

198 days

53 minutes

7 seconds. 6 seconds. 5 seconds. 4 seconds. 3 seconds ...

The clock on the wall continued to count down, as it always did even when there was no one in this chamber.

A constant tick, tick, tick, a constant, inexorable march towards zero, and with it, the end of all.

None of the people in the chamber knew why they’d been given orders to not make overt moves until ten years after the Initialization, but that was just how they’d been told to set things up. Mind you, the ‘doomsday’ clock had been their own choice, though.

None of the people in the chamber knew the reasons they’d been chosen, though they’d tried to figure it out. Realistically, a group chosen with the purpose of ending the world would have been more established personages, not ... them. They’d all been standing on the precipice of great calamity, with a slight chance of even greater gains being available. So while there had been a chance for them to reach the heights that would let them truly shape the world, there had also been a good likelihood of them turning out to be nobodies. Yet they’d risen, one and all, to have a seat at this table.

“How about you save the insults for later and tell us what you actually want, Kronos?” the figure at the head of the table cut it, his voice cold as an arctic wind.

Like Pestilence, he was wearing vast, black robes, but his voice was unmistakably male. As for his mask, it was a thing of terrifying beauty, fashioned from a pale, ethereal, transparent blue covering a human skull.

In a small, shocked voice, the man known as Kronos whispered a ‘sorry’, then shut up.

“Now, here’s what you shall do: take note of the standout contributors in that battle, and start to create a plan to counter them. When that clock hits zero, our followers and subordinates will take the war to them and end this world.”

And the five other people around the table responded as one “For the next world!”

But even as that statement echoed around the room, more and more figures became visible in the distance, beyond the confines of this room yet still connected by the chairman’s [Skill].

A bone white mask was the closest, closely followed by a metal sheet with Norse runes in the shape of a horn adorning it, a pair of figures that hadskulls for helmets, one seemingly burning, the other fashioned from ice.

Yet those were the only ones who could clearly be seen. Thousands more were merged into a seemingly unified mass in the distance, awaiting orders.