Is this really a Game?!

"You bastard, what have you done?!" The soul of the deceased leader shouted at Reign as the latter sighed and glanced at it.

"Give it back, give it back to me, I need it!" The soul continued shouting in a crazed manner as it stared at Reign with a crazed expression on its face.

"Oh really, and why do you need it?" Reign asked the soul that was no longer of any use to him. He had taken over what he came here to get, and he was now certain that even if he had not used the leader, he would have been granted access to the base if he had just used his light and darkness manipulation earlier.

From what Reign knew, the base had actually sensed his presence back when he used his transformation against the enemy leader but waited patiently for him to arrive as it sensed that he had killed the one whose soul was bound to the storage area.

Even if Reign had done nothing, the base would have automatically started searching for him in a couple of days in an attempt to contact him. That was the only thing that was ordered to Jared back when he was created.

Find a Nephilim, and bind the base to him.

If a Nephilim was not found, but another being, one possessing a powerful bloodline and lots of talent was found, then Jared was to bind the base to that being.

Any attempts from Reign to gain information as to why that were the only orders were ignored by Jared who simply told him that telling him now would put him in danger, something that would not benefit the base at all.

Furthermore, it was not only Jared that had sensed Reign and his powers, as unbeknownst to him, but his transformation had also caused waves in the higher ranks of the alliance and the Immortal Army.

Outside of Earth, the overseer together with Eiona and the other two was still staring at Reign, still in shock as to what had happened a couple of days ago.

"So that was why the Immortal himself had come here when the game started." The overseer said as he stared at Reign.

"To think the boy would gain a treasure that has spatial laws imbued in them, his luck is beyond anything I have seen before." The short shadow that used daggers as weapons said before his lip twitched a bit.

"Honestly, even I was tempted a bit by such a treasure, too bad that I am not suicidal enough to try and steal something from a Nephilim." The other shadow smirked at the comment before pouring himself a glass of wine.

"Well of course, we are merely Saints, and as powerful as we may be, we are but specks of dust compared to the Immortal Army, not to mention their great leader."

The two shadows were indeed Saints, but they belonged to the upper ranks of Saints and were above most Saints in the universe. Their great strength and talent were praised by many, but compared to the many Nephilims in the Immortal Army, they were nothing.

"Eiona, how long have you known?" The overseer asked the Divine Oracle as she shook her head.

"I am sorry to let you down, but I have learned of his race at the same time as you have, it is as if an illusion had been placed on him before, not allowing any of us to sense his true nature."

"Did the Immortal do it, or perhaps Zeus?" The overseer asked Eiona who simply shook her head again.

"I do not know, but I sense that there is more to it, not just a simple spell that a God had placed on him," Eiona said with some doubt as the others nodded.

Even though Eiona was not really powerful in battle, she was an Oracle, one that could predict important matters in the universe.

Oracles were few in the universe, especially ones like her, that had managed to reach the realm of Gods and earn the title of a Divine Oracle. The biggest reason the two shadows had been shocked when the overseer was injured by Raziel's shout many months ago was that he was a God as well, a Low-God that had recently obtained his position, but a God nonetheless.

"We shall simply continue observing then, the planet has been claimed by the Immortal, and even though his claim had still not been fully accepted by the Alliance, the terms and benefits he had given to them are truly too good to be passed up, it is only a matter of time before they accept." The overseer said as the others nodded their heads.

"I'm actually surprised that it is taking this long, I would have thought that the Alliance would jump to the offer, after all, it is the Immortal we are talking about, and anything he gives would undoubtedly help the Alliance tremendously."

"Are they trying to gauge how badly he wants the planet in order to get more benefits?" The short shadow asked while the other one shook his head.

"Nobody in the Alliance would be so dumb and short-sided, after all, if the Immortal got angry and decided to simply take over the planet, what could the Alliance do?"

"Right, even if they were willing to go to war, the Dark Ones would quickly arrive and help the Immortal out, making it impossible for us to win." The short shadow said before they all went silent and looked at Earth.

Reign and his party were without a doubt the ones that they were paying the most attention to, but there were actually multiple notable characters that had risen up and gained the attention of the Alliance.

For so many people to gain such power in such a short period of time was very rare, and even the higher-ups of the Alliance were surprised by it. Earth was no longer in danger of being destroyed, as not only were the chances of multiple people rising to become Transcendents high, but in the long run, the Alliance was certain that Earth would produce great talents, many of which could potentially become notable characters in the Alliance.

Even without that, the claim that Raziel had put was enough to make them forget any notion of destroying the planet. They would, of course, not tell that to the people of Earth as the possible destruction of the planet was a great motivator and would definitely help them work harder and achieve great things in the future.

Far away from Earth, on a gigantic mountain, the Immortal Army had come together and were waiting for Raziel's orders.

Even though a Nephilim would not be allowed to join the army before reaching the realm of a Saint, one or more Nephilims would always be sent to guard the new Nephilim. They would never show themselves, and would not save the Nephilim if he was in mortal danger.

The only times they would respond were if a Transcendent dared try to kill their new brethren, or if the Nephilim lost control and needed to be put down.

"None, are you sure that that is what his majesty has ordered, vice-commander?" A Nephilim asked Aioel who was nodding at him with a calm expression. Even though he appeared calm, inside, he was as confused and shocked as the others.

"Vice-commander, but isn't this dangerous, what if the fledging loses control, this has never happened before, for no Nephilims to be sent to guard the new one against the shadows."

"Yes, is master certain that this is what he wants us to do, simply stay put and do nothing?"

The Nephilims all asked Aioel as the latter started getting annoyed as well as a bit stressed. Even though he was the vice-commander, many of the Nephilims in front of him were older than him and he had learned a lot from them in the past, making him not fully capable of using his authority to order them around.

It wasn't because they wouldn't listen, however, as the army was well trained and the chain of command would be respected to its fullest by all, but because Aioel was simply the kind of person that felt a bit bad from using his authority to command the older Nephilims without a very good reason to do so.

"Alright, enough, stop harassing the kid for crying out loud!" A shout echoed through the plaza where Aioel and the rest were standing.

"Ah, sir, you have returned." Aioel turned around and bowed slightly as the Nephilims all stopped talking and kneeled to the person that had just arrived.

One of the three commanders of the Immortal Army, an Ancient God and one of the oldest Nephilims alive, the 'Wing of Chaos' Asmodel.

"Yeah, I was nearby when I sensed the aura from a new Nephilim, so I decided to come back for a bit and see what was going on here," Asmodel said as he stared at the Nephilims with a wide grin on his face.

"I see that these guys still like taking advantage of you, little Ai," Asmodel said as he stepped toward the Nephilims.

Standing 2.5 meters tall, Asmodel was taller than almost any other Nephilim. He had long auburn hair that fell down to his chest, and if seen from a distance, one could even mistake his hair for a lion's mane.

His body was full of muscles and his clothes looked like they were about to be ripped apart by any movement he made while a small dog rested on his shoulders.

"Seems like I have to train you guys personally for a bit in order to make up for the time we have lost," Asmodel said as the Nephilims all gulped in fear, fully aware of what kind of training sessions they would have to go through.