Chapter 133: EMERGING CONFLICT

I have been preparing for a decade.

Ten years of watching, waiting, gathering information, strengthening my forces, and observing every major change that happened across the world. For ten years, I deliberately avoided making any major move that could expose my intentions, because once I started the invasion, there would be no reason to turn back.

And now, I think I am finally done preparing.

There are still countless things that could go wrong, but I have already accepted that perfection does not exist. At some point, preparation has to end and action has to begin.

This is no longer about building my forces. It is about the final execution.

I stared into the distance, allowing my thoughts to settle as I reviewed everything I had accumulated throughout the last decade. Every soldier, every Pantheon, every Constellation, every angel, every warrior waiting within the Underworld, and every advantage I had carefully prepared would soon have a purpose.

But before I begin, there is one thing I still need to accomplish.

I need to reveal the hidden agenda of the others to an Unorthodox Player in the chatroom.

X_X, Seraph, Leo...

My eyes narrowed as I thought about them. I couldn’t simply enter the chatroom and tell them that these people were secretly planning something against us, because without proper evidence, my words would sound like nothing more than paranoia.

They would ask me for proof.

And what would I give them? A future that no longer existed? Memories from another evolution?

Information obtained from events that had not happened yet?

None of those things would be convincing, and revealing too much about my previous lives could create even more problems.

I rested my chin against my hand.

"I can’t reveal it yet."

There was another way.

I could attack first. If I launched a large-scale invasion against one of their worlds, there would eventually be a moment when they realized that their own forces were insufficient. If they became desperate enough, they would have no choice but to search for outside assistance.

And that was exactly when I needed them to make a decision.

I didn’t need to convince an Unorthodox Player that X_X, Seraph, and Leo were dangerous.

I only needed to let them see it themselves. My invasion would become the evidence.

I slowly leaned backward, thinking through the possibilities. If they asked an Unorthodox Player for help, that would give me the perfect opportunity to reveal everything I knew, because they would already have a reason to listen.

More importantly, the battlefield itself would provide evidence that couldn’t simply be dismissed as a rumor.

For the last decade, I had observed the worlds around me carefully.

If a massive war had already been taking place somewhere else, they could simply request assistance from another powerful civilization or player. But there had been no such conflict on the scale I needed.

So if they found themselves cornered by my invasion, their choices would be limited.

They could fight alone.They could surrender.

Or they could seek help from an Unorthodox Player.

And I was counting on the third option.

I looked over the forces I had accumulated during the last decade, beginning with the Twelve Constellations.

They were an entirely new force that had emerged from the world’s progression, each one possessing a completely different personality, fighting style, and supernatural power. Their existence alone had completely changed the balance of power across the world.

They weren’t soldiers that I had personally created. They were products of the world itself, individuals who had risen through countless battles, opportunities, conflicts, and developments until they reached a level where ordinary armies could no longer compare.

And now, those twelve individuals stood among my greatest weapons.

Some were arrogant. Some were driven by ideals, while others cared about nothing except following their own paths. They didn’t need to work together perfectly, because they simply needed to be pointed toward the right battlefield.

Then there were the Pantheons.

I had no intention of throwing them into the battlefield immediately. They were too valuable for that, and their presence alone could completely change the direction of a conflict.

But if the situation became chaotic enough, or if an opponent appeared that required something beyond the strength of ordinary soldiers and Constellations, the Pantheons could step forward.

Their authorities were not simple abilities.

They were manifestations of concepts And countless other forces that could completely alter the course of a battlefield.

If things became messy, they would be there.

And then there were the angels. I looked toward Heaven in my thoughts.

The angel race had grown considerably since its creation. What had once been a small population had developed into a powerful force capable of producing warriors specifically designed for combat, and their loyalty toward me had never wavered.

They were disciplined, obedient, and willing to sacrifice themselves without hesitation.

Their hidden trait alone made them terrifying opponents.

Even when faced with an enemy overwhelmingly stronger than themselves, they could return to their original state as magic particles and allow themselves to be absorbed by someone of their choosing. Their deaths could therefore become another source of strength rather than simply the end of a soldier.

But the angels weren’t my only army of the dead.

The Underworld had its own warriors. Souls that had spent countless years fighting against one another, warriors who no longer feared death because they had already experienced it. They could fight endlessly, fall, recover, and return to battle again.

And behind them stood the forces I had accumulated from the dead themselves.

Warriors who had once lived and now they could fight once again.

I slowly closed my eyes.

I had spent ten years preparing for this moment. Ten years of patience, ten years of observation, and ten years of allowing the world to develop while I quietly prepared behind the scenes.

There would never be a perfect opportunity.

There would never be a moment where I could guarantee victory. But I had reached the point where waiting any longer would accomplish nothing.

I opened my eyes. "This should be enough."