Alexia

  I find myself feeling more than a little blindsided as the various people in the higher levels of the chamber begin discussing war preparations. Like they all know war is about to arrive.

  No one says a word about who it’s with though or why everyone believes that.

  Okay, I understand that I’ve been sitting around getting lost in a maze killing evil fox monsters that like to pull pranks on and try to kill me for a while now, but could I really have missed an entire declaration of war?

  “The System doesn’t work like that,” the System’s creator says, making me frown slightly. “Decisions like that can only be made-”

  His words are interrupted when the loud sound of shattering glass echoes through the chamber and another System Notification appears in my vision.

  A few seconds pass in silence as we all stare at the notification in front of us before the Quantum Architect casually finishes what he was saying, “Declarations of war can only be made during the Dimensional Council Meetings.”

  After I finish reading through everything, I find myself… surprisingly apathetic towards this whole affair.

  Huh.

  Well then.

  I’m just gonna go back to training after this.

  “You’re stuck in a dungeon,” my self-proclaimed-and-universe-proclaimed father says rather sarcastically, “you don’t have much of a choice.”

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  Before I can act like I didn’t hear him, another System Notification appears in my vision.

  And then another one appears.

  And another.

  And another

  And the System Notifications keep on flowing. One after another.

  Eventually it finally stops with around eighty-one wars declared. Which is a lot. And probably means that right now isn’t a very good time to travel.

  Also, putting the massive amount of wars that were just declared aside for the moment, this war is just a way to cull us, isn’t it?

  Actually, I never got around to asking. Is the System really trying to cull us?

  The Quantum Architect stays silent, pretty much agreeing in the process despite not saying anything.

  Ugh. Why do you always grow so tight-lipped when it comes to the System?

  He, of course, doesn’t respond.

  I turn my attention away from the System’s creator to watch all of the fuss going on across the levels of the Dimensional Council Chamber. Where everyone is going on and on about different plans and strategies, along with food and water preparations, their supply lines with the other Dimensional Blocks, and so on.

  Even Alara. And to be honest, she looks like she might be leading a lot of it.

  She really has gotten a lot more influential over time.

  I glance to the side when Ethan enters my booth, only to continue watching the others. Then Astrid enters as well, with Ethan giving her a polite nod of his head, the guy’s attitude having done a one-eighty ever since she became a Class S species.

  None of us actually say anything, instead just sitting on our own seats, the two of them sitting on chairs made of shadowy magma in Astrid’s case and ice in Ethan’s, while I continue sitting on my actual seat.

  And we all watch as the many people down there argue and discuss amongst themselves.

  Eventually Astrid finally speaks up, asking, “You planning on interfering with the war?”

  I open my mouth to answer, only to pause when I see several of the rulers of the most powerful groups in Dimensional Block #108 walking over to my little booth. So I close my mouth and decide to let them in.

  All five of them, two of which are Varsac and Elizabeth’s father, the king of Silvercrest. Meanwhile the other three are rulers of slightly smaller nations, two of whom are Class A species while the third is a dwarf. A Class B species.

  I only recognize the other three due to running into them on ‘accident’ while passing through their nations.

  Meaning they chased after me trying to get into contact with me since they couldn’t do that at The Retreat. Mostly because I don’t tend to stay at The Retreat for long, and I don’t take orders from them anyways.

  All Alara does with these idiots is briefly mention them to me if they’re important while ignoring them if they’re not. Simply because I may be interested in the more important ones.

  Never am though. Not with a single one she’s mentioned.

  “Esteemed Lady Reaper,” King Varsac says, almost making me raise a brow at the honorifics. “Would you be willing to aid us in this war?”

  I stare at him for a few seconds, then the others. Then Astrid, who just lightly shakes her head.

  And without any hesitation, I answer with a light smile, “No thanks.”

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