Chapter 1839 1839. The Council of Twenty-four

Chapter 1839 1839. The Council of Twenty-four

"Tsk, tsk. Just because you know about one class, don't act like you know the whole picture," Chris snickered.

"Do enlighten me," John said.

"When twenty-four players with the pinnacle special class gathered, they had the power to bring about the council of twenty-four. This council had the power to strip away a being's divinity for a duration."

"Ah... I see. So, you want us to use this power to strip Master of his Godhood and defeat him while the duration lasts," John said.

Chris nodded.

"Isn't that a bit roundabout way to defeat someone?" Jet asked. "Can't you just set the power so it strips his Godhood for good? Or better, just kill him once we activate the council's power."

"I can push a button and erase both him and the underworld forces, but what fun would that be?" Chris asked.

"Anyone mind if I slap him?" Jet asked.

"You can do that?" Jack asked Chris.

"Do what?"

"Push a button and erase all our problems."

"No. It's just a figure of speech," Chris answered.

"I support you on slapping him," Will said to Jet.

Purple Mist raised her hand without being asked. Chris slid a similar-looking disc at her.

"That will let you enter the tower and get by the guardian beast. Whether you succeed in the trial or not, is entirely up to you. Please understand that dangers come with the trials. Don't expect anything easy. This is the best of the best among all available classes, after all. That's why I asked Wilted to bring capable players. If you think of yourself as second-rated, you might as well pull out."

Purple Mist grabbed the disc and stored it in her inventory. She didn't show any hesitation despite Chris' warning.

"Good," Chris said, "Next..."

He continued to show one different place over another. Some were inside a settlement like the first two, most were in the wilderness. There was a place where all they could see were ice and snow. There was a place deep inside the belly of a mountain in Hydrurond. It was filled with hot-boiling lava. There was a place underwater, at the bottom of the inner sea.

When the image showed a place Jack knew well, the Valley of Tempus, Chris stopped and turned to Jack. He then turned to Scarface.

"If you have the Time Sage, what is he doing here?" Chris asked while pointing at Scarface.

"Uh... We don't know that you meant to give us the pinnacle special class," Jack feigned innocence. "You just said to bring twenty-four players with different classes."

Jack said to Scarface, "I'm sorry. It seems that you won't get the pinnacle special class."

There was disappointment in his eyes, but Scarface kept his cool. "That's fine," he said.

"I don't care about him," Chris said to Jack. "The problem is, we need twenty-four players. Who here is a Blade Dancer aside from you?"

"Um... Can't I get a second pinnacle special class?" Jack asked with worry.

"You can, but to summon the Council of Twenty-four to strip Apollyon of his Godhood, we need all twenty-four presents, not twenty-three people with one person having two pinnacle special classes. It won't work. I don't design the original game for players to have more than one class."

"Hm... Maybe we should have brought another Blade Dancer for a backup," John muttered.

"What now? Should we go back and pick up another Blade Dancer?" Paytowin asked.