Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 8: 124: Fake (4)

Book 8: Chapter 124: Fake (4)

The various Clan heads settled in, a bit nervous. Many of them had been running around like their hair was on fire for the past few years trying to reach Dyon’s lofty standards. They didn’t expect to be called less than 3 years after the first meeting.

“Thank you all for coming.” Dyon, who had settled into a seat at the helm, suddenly stood.

“First, I would like to apologize to you all.”

Dyon’s words shocked those in attendance. Apologize? For what? Did something happen? Seeing Dyon lower his head slightly, they felt flustered.

Lifting his head, Dyon spoke. “I erected the Arc of Humanity without seeking your approval first. I acted out of emotion and that was unacceptable. This won’t happen again, I can promise you all that.”

Hearing these words, the heads were even more stunned. Though Dyon’s words were correct, no one had ever felt any dissatisfaction about his actions. They all knew how much Mia and Bella meant to many within the Mortal Alliance. Their deaths saddened them all.

Technically, it was true that for such a large project, Dyon should have called a Mortal Meeting. But, no one faulted him for not doing so. However, Dyon didn’t allow them to let him off the hook.

“This time may have not been a big deal, but I don’t want to set this sort of precedent. The rules of the Mortal Alliance must be followed, even by those of the Sacharro Clan. That is my promise to you all.”

Very much unlike the first meeting, Dyon’s actions this time filled those Clan Heads with warmth. Their gazes clearly softened. Instead of the fear and trepidation that had once been there, many began to feel loyalty and satisfaction toward their leader.

“I’ll forge myself into a better leader so that our future will be brighter.” Dyon’s resolute gaze met each and every one of their eyes before he sat once more.

“The first matter that I’d like to bring up this meeting is the possible addition of a new member of our alliance.”

The various officials began to whisper among each other as a group of nine women entered.

Glorianice bowed deeply to Dyon.

“Hello everyone. I come here today to beseech you all as the representation of my Dream Panther Clan. We hope to join the Mortal Alliance and become one of the pillars toward its bright future.”

If the numbered warriors saw the way the Nine they knew was acting now, their jaws would drop. Then they’d proceed to cut Dyon’s skull open to understand just how he did it.

The meeting flowed quickly and ended in just a few hours. How could anyone have any objections to the addition of a Higher Dao Expert and eight Pseudo-Dao experts? They’d be fools to say no especially since their small Clan size likely meant they wouldn’t be able to compete and ruin their interests anyway.

There were 7 years left on Dyon’s 10 year 1^st Tier Clan probationary period, so the Clans present were too busy trying to prove themselves to worry about the addition of new Clans.

Afterward, Dyon proceeded to explain to them the matters of the Sapientia and discuss the finer details of their possible counter strategies. As Dyon expected, no one had many objections to his ideas in this regard either. In fact, many of them seemed fired up to strike back against the haughty Sapientia for daring to threaten Clara’s life.

The second portion of the meeting was the introduction of Little Lyla and Zaire as Sacharros.  

Another large facet of the meeting was the exciting news around the Dark Ocean. They had suddenly gained 30 universes worth of accumulated resources, how could they not be ecstatic? They had enough to war for tens of thousands of years without worry, not that many of them were comfortable with such a prospect.

Finally, the biggest remaining topic was what to do in regard to the Jafari Clan treasure. Should they fuse with Dark Ocean? Or should they place their eggs into different baskets? It was a difficult choice to make, especially considering both choices had their own pros and cons.

In the end, they decided against the fusion for now.

There were two reasons. Firstly, one breach could mean the end of anything. However, this reason alone wasn’t enough. Breaking down the void barrier constructed by the Jafari Clan treasure wasn’t something any Clan in the tower quadrants was capable of as far as they were aware. In addition, even the outer quadrants would take several decades, maybe even centuries, of effort to breakthrough, not to mention an obscene amount of resources.

So, the true reason this was chosen after much debate was because of war.

If they changed the coordinates of Soul and Celestial Deer Universe, it’d be more inconvenient to war with the 99 universes and the Pakal, Ragnor, and Beast Alliance Clans. While the Jafari Clan treasure provided them with protection, it also made it inconvenient as well.

If they changed the coordinates, then the gates would lose their ability to connect the two universes. Although they could mitigate this nuisance by placing a teleportation array within the gate itself, that would bring other issues. For one, the gates were dangerous, so there’d have to be a squad left to protect the array year ‘round. Secondly, since they were changing the coordinates, it would require planet grade arrays at a minimum to pull off this feat. Unfortunately, they only had 10 master key arrays which could only make 10 relay stations each. A single universe could have upwards of 10 to 20 gates alone, this number of arrays simply wasn’t enough.

In the end, they chose to activate the Jafari Clan treasure for the barrier of protection, but not change the coordinates of the universe. In this way, they’d be able to use the gates for easier warfare, while also gaining a barrier of protection.

Like this, the meeting came to an end. However, Dyon felt like he was stepping out of a frying pan and into a fire.

“Hey little guy.” Dyon smiled, walking into Junior and Aiden’s play session.

Junior looked toward Dyon with his large, blinking silver eyes. “Should I call you dad, fake father?”

Dyon was about to find out firsthand how annoyed others felt when speaking to him.