Reborn: Rise of the Greatest Summoner

Core Protector Shanks' face turned serious. "It's the only way we can resist and survive the coming Cataclysm".

As he left with his students, these words lingered in Legolas' mind.

Originally, as a player in his previous life, he was not exposed to the higher-level decision making in Planet Darvis. Only now as a powerful Grade C Superhuman was he qualified to really know the matters at the top.

'So, this is what spurned on the actions of Version 2'.

Legolas was amazed. 'Despite the changes, despite the ripple effects caused by me, Version 2 more or less seems to be going in the same direction'.

After the end of the battle at the top 2 days ago, while taking time to rest, Legolas still kept track of the situation of other parts of the Planet.

What he discovered was that the fragments of the Clown Society were still fighting. Despite the death of their organization, despite the death of their leaders, these psychopaths were still so adamant in their so-called order of chaos.

Norman already indoctrinated this so deep in their muscle skulls that it was hard to be erased now, they would rather fight to the death than surrender.

At this moment, even as the Grade C survivors rested to recover from their exertions in the battle at the top, the rank and file warriors and players took centerstage. At this moment, tens of thousands of players clashed regularly.

Most were in his faction and that of the main organizations, while only a daring few remained in the faction of the Clown Society farming experience points.

In his previous world, towards the end of Version 1, Legolas was also part of this group of players as he farmed for experience points.

All these were in preparation for the player tournament that would start immediately after the end of each version, this was where the accumulations of the version would be really put to use and the pro clubs would shine.

Legolas sighed as he thought of the future.

'If things stay like this, then Version 2 won't change'.

'It would still be The 3rd Cataclysm right?'

…

Whoosh!

The whooshing sound as artificial air was infused in the spaceship reverberated as it left the atmosphere of the Planet.

With a lost look on his face, Alexander looked around at everyone that surrounded him inside the main compartment of the Cyclic Cicada.

The Cyclic Cicada was one of the many Combat Carriers of the Nak Navy, it was the one that General Aztog took in his quest to save his human envoy.

An oppressive atmosphere was inside the main compartment at this moment, causing Alexander to feel even more lost and guilty.

He looked at all the familiar yellow faces in the room.

Nak warriors had certain differences from humans, their skin was more yellow and sturdier, they had taller and more intimidating physiques, and lastly, most of them had single tiny horns that grew on the left side of their foreheads.

The size of the horn and the number determined the age and ability of a Nak warrior. General Aztog and 3 other Naks were the only ones with 2 horns.

Alexander desperately looked at the 3 familiar faces. "I was close…"

"I came really close to defeating them…"

"SILENCE!" General Aztog's voice reverberated like thunder.

"…"

Alexander went mute instantly.

As the Combat Carrier ascended further into space, Alexander gave up on defending his case as he looked back one last time at his home planet.

When looked at from space, Planet Darvis was spherical like most planets, it's visuals made it look like any other planet that could inhabit life. The bright blue, the greenery, this were all signs of a planet with life.

'Will I ever come back?'

'I really wanted to be the Governor'. These were Alexander's final words as the Combat Carrier accelerated to the base of the Nak Navy under General Aztog.

The base of the Nak Navy was anchored around the orbit of an asteroid close to Planet Darvis. Since they didn't know its name before now, the Naks simply called it the Giant Nak Fortress due to its size.

Orbiting this massive asteroid was the full force under General Aztog. There were 8 active Combat Carriers like the Cyclic Cicada, with 6 additional spaceships, the real Battleships. Of these 5 Battleships, one of them was special.

Towering at a ridiculous size of over a kilometer long, this was the flagship of General Aztog's fleet, this monstrous entity of metal was called the Golden Cicada!

Apart from the battleship, there were 2 logistics spaceship and a mining ship.

The Cyclic Cicada stopped at a fair distance from the Golden Cicada.

Whoosh!

2 shuttles were launched the next moment from the Combat Carrier towards the Battleship. In no time, General Aztog and his entourage boarded his flagship.

Standing at the deck of the Battleship was General Aztog's assistant.

The General's eyes constricted as he looked at him, this was uncharacteristic of his assistant.

"What?" His voice boomed.

The assistant fidgeted a bit. "Call from headquarters!"

The General's eyes widened.

Thud! Thud!

General Aztog was soon out of their sight as he marched inside.

The assistant turned his sights to the others. "You all too".

Alexander instantly felt his heart skip a beat. 'Me too?'

…

The tension in the main compartment of the Golden Cicada at this moment was so oppressive and suffocating, Alexander could barely keep himself from passing out.

At this moment, a virtual projection hovered before them. The Nak warrior that was projected had an intimidating aura, compared to General Aztog, this warrior's horns were longer and far thicker.

"Admiral Zhao!"

On their knees, every single one of the 5 Nak warriors greeted, Alexander imitated them so as to not stand out too much.

Admiral Zhao had a neutral look on his face as he looked at them.

He casually spoke. "The Minerva Star System has become more active as of late, from what I know, Grade C Supers die every day".

"The Ackermanns discovered a rich mineral planet with high-grade exotics".

"At this moment, our warriors are locked in battle with them in a bid to at least seize a part of the mining rights over the new planet".

"Our progress had been slow". His eyes twinkled.

This Admiral briefly threw a glance at the human.

"…" Alexander froze immediately.

'Despite it being a virtual projection…, this aura! This aura…!'

He was shocked. 'A real Grade B warrior?!'

'No, it's even more than that…'

'A-A Grade A Super?!' Alexander was losing it.

"I sent you on a confidential mission to take over a backwater planet and mine the Arcanite metal in it". Admiral Zhao's voice reverberated without any emotion. "Give me an update of your progress".

General Aztog clenched his fists. "I'm sorry…"

BOOM!

They didn't even know where the energy erupted from, it simply slammed into their chests like a gravity hammer as blood flowed out of their noses.

Alexander grasped his chest as he found it hard to breath. "Ha…!"

"Ha…!"

"SILENCE!"

Alexander grasped his mouth and muffled every single sound.

A neutral look remained on the Admiral's face. "Continue".

General Aztog wiped the blood away from his nose and continued, this time he no longer beat around the bush. "I failed you".

"The resistance from the planet was more than I expected, I never expected humans to come at such a timing, I deserve death".

"Yes, you do".

Whoosh!

Blood flowed as a deep scar was left on the General's face, a few centimeters more and his face would have been cut in twain. General Aztog only grimaced, he dared not grab his face to suppress the pain.

The Admiral no longer beat around the bush, his eyes turned sharp.

"I am tired of your constant mediocrity".

"There's been a change of plans, our faction needs the Arcanite vein more than ever before now, I will be sending a Champion your way".

"Onana is a Grade C Champion of the new generation".

"He will be sent here through an ultra-range teleportation portal".

"He will help you subdue this backwater Planet".

"This time…" He glared at Aztog. "I need results or your head".

"How much time do I have?"

"A decade at maximum!"

"That's too short…!"

BOOM!

General Aztog coughed more blood.

"You have a decade to take over this Planet".

"Do not dare fail me, they must feel the wrath of a Nak Navy through a 3rd Cataclysm and for the safety of your head, I hope this is the last".

Bzzz!

The virtual projection finally disintegrated.

General Aztog took a deep breath and bowed. "Acknowledged, Admiral!"

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