One thought echoed in their minds.
‘What could possibly be more dangerous than the high families and the Federation?’
They soon had their answer.
“I have information about the aliens.” Nova’s voice was steady, but the weight of his words was crushing. He took a deep breath before revealing everything he had learned from King Vragor.
At first, they listened intently, hanging on every word. Until now, they had barely questioned the signal or the true nature of the system. But the deeper Nova’s explanation went, the more the horror sank in.
Those who had chosen a class other than ‘None’ knew their fate was sealed. Yet, they sat in silence, gripping their emotions with white-knuckled restraint. Fury boiled beneath the surface. And with every word Nova spoke, their anger sharpened into something far more dangerous.
Then came the final blow.
"You might think we’re free because there are no chains around our necks" Nova said grimly. "But the truth is… most of Humanity is already enslaved."
The room cracked under the weight of those words.
Cassidy snapped, fists clenched. “Do they really think we’re worth nothing?!”
Rachel’s voice wavered. “That means… we’re doomed, right?”
Amelia, still seething, shot Rachel a firm look. “No, Rachel. We have a chance.”
Her words cut through the tension, drawing everyone’s attention—especially Jack, who sat deep in thought, his expression dark and unreadable.
Thomas and Samuel nodded. Amelia was right. There was still time, but they couldn't afford to waste it.
Victor, who had remained eerily calm, finally spoke. But his composure was a fa?ade—beneath it, he was likely the angriest person in the room. “We need to confront the high families and the Federation. If there was ever a time for humanity to stand together, it’s now.”
Jack lifted his head, his eyes sharp with resolve. “You’re right. If Nova’s information is true, then we need a plan—one that involves everyone on Earth. We may even need to… halt Humanity’s progress.”
A heavy silence followed. But they all understood.
If Earth advanced past the threshold and the portals vanished, their value to the aliens would disappear. And without that, the illusion of freedom would shatter. The chains would become real.
Nova exhaled, his gaze shifting to Victor. “We have to act now.” His voice was steel. “Can you arrange a meeting with the high families?”
“Yes.” Victor nodded, his voice steady, but his clenched fists betrayed the storm within. “Where do you want to gather them?”
Nova exhaled, a wry smile tugging at his lips at the sheer absurdity of what he was about to say. “We’re all going to the Federation HQ.”
He had never imagined stepping foot there—never had any reason nor the power to do so. Yet, here he was, suggesting the impossible.
Victor raised an eyebrow but wasn’t entirely surprised. “I’m off. It shouldn’t take more than half a day to inform them all.” With a curt nod from Nova, he turned and left without another word.
Nova then turned to Jack. “Get up. We need to speak directly to the Federation, or this plan won’t even get off the ground.”
A thought crossed his mind, and without warning, he tossed something at Jack’s face—the same letter he had found in the park. A smirk played on his lips.
“Funny, considering what you said earlier. I’ll let you do the talking, then. Prick.”
Jack’s serious expression cracked, his lips twitching as he barely stifled a laugh. But the amusement was fleeting, fading as he shrugged with his usual nonchalance. “Sure. I was always the better talker anyway.”
Their banter, however brief, lightened the mood for a moment. But the weight of their reality remained.
The others sat in uneasy silence, their minds clouded with doubt. They had all chosen classes created by the aliens—a decision that now felt like a noose tightening around their necks.
What if they decided we were useless?
What was the point of training if it was all for them?
Would it be easier to just… stop?
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Jack could see the doubt creeping in and knew he had to say something.
“Stop worrying.”
Cassidy, Rachel, Thomas, Samuel, and Amelia all turned to him, their eyes filled with uncertainty.
Seeing that he had their attention, he continued, his voice steady. “The situation you're afraid of? It won’t happen overnight. At the earliest, it’s 20 years away—at the slowest, a century. Right now, you need to focus on the present.” He smirked, jabbing a finger toward Nova. “And let this guy deal with the headaches.”
A flicker of confusion crossed Nova’s face, but Jack wasn’t done.
“Work him to the bone. Blame him if something goes wrong. Make sure he feels the weight of the world on his shoulders. Ground him. That way, we stay on track.” His smirk faded as he added, “I don’t know how strong these aliens really are—only what Nova’s told us. But if they reached that level without portals, just imagine how strong we can get with them.”
His words hung in the air, sinking in.
Slowly, Samuel nodded, turning to the others—especially Cassidy, Rachel, Thomas, and Amelia, who had been the most shaken. “He’s right. If we push forward, if we become stronger than them, we can stop them from messing with us.”
Cassidy exhaled sharply, as if grounding herself. Then, with renewed determination, she spoke.
“In this world, we earn everything.” Her voice was firm now, unyielding. “So let’s not let those fuckers shake us. If anything bad happens…” She paused, her gaze locking onto Nova.
“…we’ll rely on our own monster.”
Amelia smirked. “And Jack.”
“And me,” Thomas added without hesitation.
“Me too!” Rachel chimed in, refusing to be left out.
Nova glanced at them, a rare smile crossing his face. He nodded. “We’re in this together. All of Humanity is. Right now, countless geniuses on Earth are fighting, leveling up, pushing their limits. Imagine what we could achieve if we stood united against an external threat.”
Jack clapped, cutting through the moment. “Great speech, but we’re wasting time. Let’s move.”
No one argued. They all nodded and left Jack’s apartment, but as they stepped outside, Nova suddenly asked, “By the way… where exactly is the Federation HQ?”
The hopeful mood immediately shifted to one of exasperation.
Jack sighed, rubbing his temple, about to answer—when Cassidy beat him to it.
“It’s in the northern part of the city” she said, smiling. “With our speed, it’ll take a couple of hours to get there.”
Nova nodded, and without another word, they took off toward the north.
Meanwhile, Victor had just arrived at his first destination—the Gauss family estate.
The Gauss family specialized in minerals and mining. While they weren’t as wealthy as the Vale family or the now-fallen Voss family, they still held enough power to rank among the top ten families—securing the 10th position among the high families.
Standing at the grand iron gates, Victor eyed the guards and spoke with calm authority.
“Inform Damian that Victor Vale is here.”
The guards froze at the name.
It wasn’t every day that the head of the third-ranked family personally visited another household.
The guard quickly nodded. “Yes, sir. Please wait here.” He turned and hurried off to inform the family.
Victor didn’t have to wait long—no more than three minutes passed before Damian Gauss appeared, flanked by the family’s higher-ups.
Damian, a man in his early forties, stood with an air of authority. His height was unremarkable, but his appearance commanded attention. Streaks of grey peppered his otherwise dark hair, as though trying to escape the ravages of time. He wore an elegant white robe, its loose fabric embroidered with golden thread. The Gauss family emblem—a stylized golden mountain—was boldly stamped on the chest, gleaming in the sunlight.
When Damian recognized the man before him, his expression darkened. There was no mistaking the presence of Victor Vale—the very same man who had ignored their letter. Now, he stood at the gates of the Gauss estate, acting as if nothing had transpired. The bitterness in Damian’s heart flared. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this encounter had something to do with revenge.
“What brings you here, Victor?” Damian’s voice was sharp, almost accusatory.
Victor didn’t flinch. He met Damian’s gaze with unwavering intensity. “I’m here to deliver some information. About the aliens.”
Damian’s eyebrows arched in surprise. He’d never expected such a claim to be the reason for Victor’s visit. His curiosity piqued, he asked, “What information are you talking about?”
Victor paused, inhaling deeply. “The kind that will change everything on Earth. What you know now about God’s Path is most likely a lie.”
Damian froze at the mention of such earth-shattering information. The thought of it was enough to make him wary. Noticing Damian’s hesitation to invite him inside, Victor tilted his head and asked, “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
Damian’s mind raced. ‘Information that could change Earth?’ Still absorbing Victor’s words, he managed a strained smile. “Of course, of course... I’m not much of a host. It slipped my mind. Please, come in, Victor. It’s our family’s honor to have you here.”
Victor nodded, accepting the invitation. Damian led him through the mansion’s opulent corridors, finally seating him on a plush sofa in a spacious living room. The room exuded wealth—paintings adorned the walls, and above them hung a massive chandelier made of diamonds, casting a dazzling glow across the room’s marble floors.
Damian wasted no time. His voice was measured but laced with skepticism as he asked, “So, what’s this information you’ve brought?”
Victor’s eyes locked onto his, sharp and unwavering. “The aliens have been lying to us. They’re treating us like slaves, using us for their own gain.”
Damian’s expression remained unreadable. He listened, but his face betrayed no hint of belief. He didn’t seem moved by the revelation.
After a moment of silence, Damian nodded slowly. “And how certain are you that this information is true?” His tone carried an undercurrent of doubt, clearly dismissing the gravity of Victor’s words as too far-fetched to be taken seriously.
Victor’s frown deepened. “It’s true. One hundred percent true. And if you don’t believe me, then come to the meeting we’re about to hold.”
Damian’s lips curled into a sly smile as he shot back, “A meeting? When? Where? Who else is involved? Or is it a trap?”
Victor’s patience snapped. “Do you honestly think I’d lay a trap for you, then come alone to your mansion just to tell you about it? Are you joking, or are you just that stupid?” His voice was seething with frustration, directed at the man who clearly fancied himself clever but had missed the point entirely.
Damian’s face twisted with fury at the insult. “MEN!”
At his command, guards poured into the room from the five doors that surrounded them. “YES, SIR!” they all answered in unison.
Victor’s pulse quickened, his temper barely in check. His fists clenched at his sides, his thoughts a turbulent storm that only he knew. Through gritted teeth, he growled, “What are you trying to do, Damian?”
Damian let out a loud, mocking laugh, his eyes gleaming with malice. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
He then barked an order.
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