Chapter 485 Heroes, politicians, and ancient monsters

Chapter 485 Heroes, politicians, and ancient monsters

?POV The Hero:

The vast empty spaces yawned between the tall, solemn columns of volcanic stone supporting the towering ceilings far above. Light filtered through high stained windows, depicting images of dragons and casting elongated shadows across the cold marble floor.

Each footstep and sound echoed as a dozen players wandered around, their weapons drawn in their hands.

"They took even the throne! Look at this; there is nothing left!" The three-meter-tall, green-skinned player in the front pointed at the empty elevated podium that should have housed the royal throne. Ñøv€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.

"Did we just win?" Another player, a girl in a skimpy skirt with a pair of cat ears peeking from her hairline, whispered, gazing at the majestic but abandoned throne room.

"We must have won! Just look at this; we have conquered their king's palace."

The hero, looking at his compatriots' behavior, only shook his head, already knowing the brutal secret of the game-like system.

They acted casually and playfully, even in the brutal situations around them. 'It is as if they were still playing that cursed game.'

From his patron deity that gave him his divine weapon, he already knew the cursed and devious nature of the systems of both the players and the various dimensional transmigrators: 'It isn't just free power. It's affecting our personalities. How else could those kids continue killing and murdering after learning the realness of this world?'

The hero, with his long black hair and his blue cape, shook his head and stormed out of the abandoned throne room, the sound of his armored boots hitting the black marble floor echoing loudly.

'Just wait; I will save us all. From both the monsters and gods.' Since the day he challenged the dragon, he had already made up his mind—he would save humanity from the terrifying monsters that ruled over them.

POV ???:

The expansive auditorium was a sea of representatives with skins in shades of green, purple, and white, with the odd green-

skinned politician standing out among them. A hush fell over the assembly as all eyes fixed on the lone man at the grand granite podium.

His voice, solemn yet tinged with madness, broke the silence. "We, the planetary council, must seek a ceasefire. Victory is beyond our grasp."

His words seemed to thicken the silence, the representatives of various nations unwilling or unable to respond.

Suddenly, a crackling noise pierced the stillness, accompanied by a blinding flash at the auditorium's base.

'What—'

Before comprehension could dawn, figures materialized in the light's wake. The speaker's instinct to flee was quashed by an unseen force immobilizing him.

A woman in a flowing red gown, her dark hair framing a smile that didn't quite reach her burning red eyes, stood before him. At her feet, a purple-skinned elder, recognizable as the great corporate president, knelt submissively.

"Silence, mortals. Fear not, for I came in peace," she declared, her voice melodious yet carrying an alien accent in their language.

Alone yet unthreatened, she emanated a hidden ferocity that belied her delicate appearance. The speaker recalled footage of alien humanoids, akin to her, effortlessly cutting through entire squads of soldiers with nothing but their swords and spears.

The thought of facing those, deceptively similar to them, humanoids made him shudder.

"I bring a message from my master. Surrender and live," she announced, her gaze sweeping over the assembly. "You each represent your nation. My master offers autonomy in internal affairs during our temporary occupation. The first three nations to submit will be rewarded. The last three," her voice morphed, taking on a chilling, inhuman quality, "will face our wrath."

The speaker's skin prickled. With a few sentences, she had sown division among them, threatening their unity at its very core. It smashed all his hope like a giant sledgehammer: 'They are not just brawn; they are also scheming and devious.'