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When the attacks on Render had begun, the other Presiders became alarmed at the sudden chaos.

Vender had thrown a Big Bang Boom that used Gardo's compression technology and created a powerful nuke that attacked the army of three Presider Armies.

The timing, target, and appearance of the rocket were so amazingly set that no one was able to prepare for it, which led to the death of thousands among the three Presider armies.

The rest were all confused and started to panic. Many even assumed that the attack would happen to everyone except Marrho!

Vender's powers have once again brought them before the

Seeker saw the massive fort and could tell that this Top Tier had a huge amount of energy that he used his power to warp out from one place to the other. But there was another mystery

If this was a Conqueror, why would it flee from them?

Lowengren was also confused as the same thoughts passed through his head.

"...What do we do?" Seeker turned to Lowengren.

"Erm... let's ask... Vender." Lowengren turned to Vender.

It was he who got them this far. But the state of their Thrones was far from its perfect form to be fighting the enemy. Originally, Seeker and Lowengren thought Vender wouldn't be so stupid as to start a war and believed they would reach Porrelom in near-perfect condition. But the state of their Thrones was bad.

"Hm..." Vender thought. He had accepted his role as the overall awesome leader of this group.

"Can our Thrones even handle this pressure?! An entire base is before us!" Irvana asked.

Irvana's Throne had many damaged, and bent parts, and her energy was running low. Every time she is attacked and her secret form is revealed, it costs her a lot of energy. And their escape was riddled with her getting revealed numerous times.

"Right! We need to get our Thrones fixed!" Vender decided.

"...How?" Seeker asked.

"The Enemy of my Enemy is my friend. We'll ask him!" Vender pointed.

Irvana's mouth dropped.

"Ask... him to fix it? The enemy of my enemy?" Irvana was confused.

But Seeker and Vender glanced at each other.

"Vender! You're not making any sense-"

"Hold on, Irvana. I think he may be on to something here." Seeker motioned.

"Vender. Go talk to him. If we are the ones directing the moves, he might guess correctly. You're the perfect enemy. Whatever you decide, we will follow." Lowengren added.

"Right..." Seeker nodded.

Vender nodded, and his throne zoomed up high.

Porrelom sounded calm, but in reality, he was serious.

There had been a lot of strange things that occurred in the past days. He made numerous scary guesses and believed that the Principal was out to get him. He didn't understand why, but he felt this strange fear of always being watched.

And so, the guesses he had turned into paranoia. He believed that the Earthlings were out to get him. Ever since the announcement, he had guessed that he would be targeted by the Earthlings.

"Damn, those Earthlings! Except for that broadcaster, every one of them should die!" Perrolom watched the feeds and saw the four Thrones.

He was ready to unleash all hell.

"Um... hello? Is anyone there? We want to kill you- errrr... Ca-can you help us?" Vender panicked as he nearly spoke the truth.

"W-we need to hide because I dropped a nuke in the middle of three Presider armies." Vender asked through a link request towards the base.

Seeker and Vender felt like they were about to puke. Why would Vender almost say their intent?!

But the two had started to understand something. There was something about this place that was enhancing Vender's power.

They waited...

"...Yuer? So you know she's alive. Interesting... My guess, right!" Perrolom personally answered and contacted Vender.

"You're the broadcaster, right?"

"Oh? You're the guy who is a fan of my broadcast!" Vender reacted joyfully.

Seeker and Lowengren were both annoyed. Didn't he know that Porrelom is the one listening to his broadcasts?!

But the innocent and real reaction of Vender added to their schemes.

"This is our chance!" Lowengren smiled.

"Wait! Lowengren! This guy makes guesses, right?"

"Yeah? So?"

"He could guess you're lies. We have to follow Vender. If he decided to attack, then we would attack; if not, then we should watch the scene. Look at the two of them talk! We might be able to not only restore our Throne but improve it! Something is clearly happening on this ship that is altering and changing Vender's power. He isn't just out of everyone's rhythm, but rather, he is moving on the rhythm of Principals! That accident that happened to Vender might have awakened something from him when his powers returned. This is clearly a multi-dimensional event. Something must be on this ship that did that! And Porrelom could lead us to it!" Seeker revealed.

Lowengren realized that Seeker was right. His lies could be seen if he would lie. But to Vender, who Porrelom has lost in his 'guesses,' would be sucked into his power!

"How do I know you're not lying? And what's in it for me?" Porrelom asked.

"Hmm... Which Presider are you most afraid of? Maybe we can help!" Vender boasted.

"Naturally, it's Haresha. That girl is quite smart. As long as she's here, I won't ever survive it. How about this, you take care of her, and maybe, we can form some ceasefire agreement on Earth. If we both make it there."

"Wow. Are you not even confident of surviving this trip? Is that why you fled?"

"Oh, I don't see any chance of surviving this war. I was duped! That was the worst choice I made! I was choosing a path to get me to have a peaceful time! And it brought me here! Ugh. But this happens. My choices can be very erratic. Right now, I'm making guesses just to find a way to survive this mess." Porrelom began to lament.

"Oh... Well, technically, we Earthlings are just doing that. We don't want to fight or join in whatever Prime Wars you guys plan. But... you guys keep coming to us! So how about it? You fix our ship, and we go and try to do our mission, kill you- ehh... I mean..."

"It's Yuer." Porrelom corrected.

"I know she says it likes its Yu-eh, but it's Yu-er. She's been through hell. But why her? Isn't she, like... at the level of Principals now? Ah... Whatever... Alright! I agree! Don't resist. I'll open up a portal to get you inside."

"...This sounds suspicious." Lowengren communicated with Seeker secretly.

"We can't go with them! What if it's a trap?!" Irvana also called out to Seeker.

Seeker nodded. It would have been safer if the four of them had flown inside the ship.

"Alright! Don't do anything suspicious! We might fight back and kill you." Vender warned.

"Relax. Besides, I haven't heard the end of that story you gave. You were going over the backstories, so I really loved it."

A strange power began to gather.

Seeker, Lowengren, and Irvana took a deep breath and were ready for an all-out battle.

WARP!

They were sent straight into the fortress.

Porrelom had his finger on the trigger and was waiting for the group to react.

Seeker saw a grand array of weapons aiming at them and the Universe's energy swirling around.

The three were petrified as they had seen instant death. There was no time for any defensive powers that could resist it!

KLUNK!

A piece of metal fell as Vender stretched out and leaped out of his Throne.

"Ahhh! Finally! I hate it in there!" Lowengren stretched.

The three were horrified. But then, they noticed that the guns were not shooting!

Seeker quickly moved out of his Throne.

He began to follow Vender's strange stretching that wouldn't be approved as good warm-ups for any routine.

Porrelom paused as he saw the scene.

"Hm? Are they not here to kill me? I guess I guessed wrong." Porrelom scratched his head and shrugged.

WARP!

His Throne appeared before the four.

"So you guys are the Earthlings." Porrelom smiled as his Throne opened up.

Lowengren and Irvana opened their Thrones too.

"Nice. Hot." Porrelom gave Irvana a thumbs up.

She glared back.

"Forgive me for having the guns pointed at you. You can never be too careful. I mean, I guessed that little dude here told me he would kill me! Yuer has such a confusing name." Porrelom laughed.

Everyone forced a laugh as well, except Vender, who tilted his head in confusion as he was trying to analyze Porrelom's statement.

"Who's Yuer?" Vender asked.

Seeker, Lowengren, and Irvana felt their stomachs collapse inwards.

"That's a very good question! You guys sure did your homework! Even I don't know who Yuer is right now. There are five candidates. But I'm not sure how."

"Right... Erm... Anyway, I'm glad you didn't attack. These are my colleagues and planet buddies, Seeker, Lowengren, and Irvana."

"Rawr." Porrelom prowled at Irvana.

Irvana kept glaring at her.

"Huh? That didn't work? And I thought I got Earth expressions well. I guess I guessed wrong." Porrelom laughed.

"Our thrones..." Seeker was starting to push his luck and dared to make the request.

"Oh! Right! Sorry. Let me just change the scene. One of my wrong guesses was that you guys are with Haresha."

"Why would we work with Haresha? Isn't she, like, the strongest Presider here?" Lowengren asked. He dared not use his powers in case they might get back at him.

"Hm? Hey, now that you mentioned it, I didn't guess that you were allied with Haresha. I guessed that she was with you." Porrelom casually mentioned.

Seeker and Lowengren suddenly froze, and their eyes widened.