Chapter 552: Behind the War 7

When his warning hit, the room fell into an silence.

No one dared to speak or challenge him further. His words carried a weight that went beyond simple authority—they were backed by his status as the strongest and most feared being in existence.

In the end, everyone signed the agreement. The act itself was more for appearances than genuine deal, but the unspoken threat behind Draven’s presence left little room for defiance.

If anyone dared to abandon the alliance, he’d personally hunt them down and make them regret it.

Whether he would actually follow through didn’t matter. The fear he instilled was enough to keep everyone in line.

When the meeting concluded, the attendees began to walk out of the room, their footsteps echoing in the now-quiet chamber.

Reign shifted in his seat, preparing to stand and leave. He wanted to return to farming and break through to Demon God Level, but a firm voice stopped him in his tracks.

"We are not done yet," Draven spoke out.

Reign leaned back slightly, crossing his arms. "What now?"

"That meeting was for show," Draven said with a low chuckle. "The real one is just starting."

Reign raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"

"Do you really think those demons have any real say in this matter? They were only here so I could put them in their place. In reality, the humans only needed the Abyssal Alliance to be present."

He paused, letting the words sink in. He made the effort to explain this to show Reign how to manipulate people, a skill he would need if he ever took the leadership position.

"I used this meeting to show them who’s in control," Draven added, his tone casual but laced with an undercurrent of dominance. "While they bickered over pride, I secured their compliance without them even realizing it."

"So all of this… was just a power play?"

Draven chuckled again. "Of course. You don’t expect real decisions to be made in a room full of prideful demons, do you? "

The other demons had no idea they were merely pawns in a much larger game, one where his grandfather controlled the board.

"So, what now?"

"You will see later," Draven reassured.

Just as hiss words left his mouth, the center of the room began to hum.

A small metal portal emerged from the floor. It looked similar to the one they had passed through before, but on a much smaller scale.

They stood up, stepping through the portal without a word.

On the other side, they entered a strange futuristic room.

The walls were made of smooth black stone, and glowing blue neon lines ran across them. The lights created patterns that looked almost like circuits on a machine.

Reign glanced around, his eyes narrowing as he noticed a large metal desk a few meters ahead. The surface of the desk reflected the soft glow of the neon lights embedded in the walls.

Behind it, a figure sat in an imposing chair, shrouded in shadows.

What struck him as strange was that, despite his powerful senses and ability to closed in on details, something was blocking his perception.

No matter how hard he focused, the figure’s face remained an indistinct blur.

It wasn’t just the face—he couldn’t even determine if he was looking at a man or a woman.

"Don’t waste your time," Draven said, shaking his head. "It’s using technology to warp the light around it."

"So I assume this person is the so-called ’President?’" Reign asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

Draven nodded slowly "Yes, the one who runs everything in the West."

"How about you show your face? I don’t think it’s right that I came here with the idea of cooperation, only to be kept in the dark," Draven’s voice was firm, a challenge hanging in the air.

"I only asked you to meet with me; you didn’t mention bringing others," the president replied.

Draven, however, didn’t care.

"He’s not just ’other people.’ He’s my grandson, and he will lead the Abyssal Alliance in the future. He needed to be here."

There was a brief moment of silence.

Then, finally, the president spoke, the voice as controlled as ever. "Sit."

With a soft hum, two metal chairs materialized out of nowhere, their sleek, smooth surfaces reflecting the ambient light in the room.

Reign recognized the technology immediately—nanites. It was a form of advanced, almost magical-like technology that could create objects on command, constructing them from the smallest particles.

It was an impressive feat to some, the way the nanite technology had shaped the chairs, the precision and efficiency of it all.

But compared to his Divine Creation, such tricks were child’s play. He could create chairs faster and with more intricate designs, using only a fraction of the effort required for this mechanical technology.

He even conjured a massive metallic dragon out of thin air, demonstrating that Divine Creation was unparalleled.

Still, he kept his silence. He wasn’t here to challenge, question, or make waves—he was just here to observe and listen.

Slowly, the distortion on the president’s face began to fade, revealing something that shocked Reign more than Draven.

What sat before them was not a man, but a woman.

She had brown hair, flowing in soft waves, and piercing green eyes that seemed to hold an unfathomable depth.

Her appearance suggested someone in their early thirties, though her youthful face made it hard to pinpoint her exact age.

The beauty she possessed wasn’t just in her features, but in the way she carried herself. It was the kind of beauty that made both humans and demons pause, recognizing it without question.

Reign narrowed his eyes. There was no mistaking it—the woman in front of him resembled a more mature version of Celine and Cyril.

But unlike them, he didn’t feel any special emotions or attraction toward her. To him, she appeared no different than any other human.

"You two look surprised. Is it really that hard to believe that the person in charge is a woman?"

"I see," Draven nodded, his voice filled with understanding.

"You see what?" she asked, her smile radiating confidence and authority, unaffected by his presence.

"Now I understand why you kept your identity hidden," Draven said with a sarcastic laugh. "No one would take you seriously if they knew who you really were." He made sure his tone was as rude as possible.

Her expression tightened in annoyance, but she remained composed.

"It seems the strongest demon isn’t as progressive as I thought," she shot back. "They say you’re a genius, so I guess I expected too much from you.."

"Oh, you can keep all that nonsense to yourself. I’m doing just fine," Draven let out another amused laugh.

If she thought she could outmaneuver him in this game, she was severely mistaken. He had a knack for insulting others.

Meanwhile, Reign glanced at his grandfather, starting to understand where he got his ability to annoy others. It seemed the apple didn’t fall far from the tree after all.

"Enough," Seeing that continuing the conversation would only make her lose more face, she turned her gaze to Reign. She was curious about the soon-to-be leader of the Abyssal Alliance.

Unlike his grandfather, Reign didn’t show much emotion, but for some reason, she felt he was more dangerous. There was something about him that was hard to read.

"Let’s start." She redirected the conversation to a more urgent matter.

Pressing a button on the desk, a holographic video appeared, displaying the Hell Army’s camp.

The image displayed a vast, heavily guarded area, with soldiers and various hell creatures. Massive tents stood in the distance, and they looked as though they were made from human skin.

"Is this live feed?" Draven asked.

"Yes, we send drones with cloaking abilities to spy on the area, using 500x zoom to remain undetected. We’ve also reverse-engineered your teleportation technology to transmit data signals."

"As you can see, the miasma is no longer an issue in areas the Hell Army has passed through. However, in return, the land has turned into molten lava, which is hardly an improvement."

Draven tapped the armrest of his chair before speaking. "How durable are these drones?"

"Their exterior is made of a special alloy that can withstand most conventional weapons. However, they can be destroyed if directly targeted."

He nodded thoughtfully. "During the bombing mission, I want you to distance your drones first. Keep them at a safe distance. This way, if the four I sent fail, I can watch how those devil generals fight up close."

"You doubt your own people?" she inquired. Discover stories at NovelBin.Côm@@novelbin@@

He shook his head. "I’m just being careful. Besides, the more information we have, the better prepared we’ll be. I can’t just run in there blindly. The enemies might be using this first wave to bait me."

Reign nodded in agreement, recognizing that Draven’s concern wasn’t baseless. In war, it was common knowledge to target the most dangerous variable first.