CHAPTER 15: GRAND PLANS IN MOTION 2

The room was quiet, everyone expecting the young man, Greg—no, Nemesis—to say what he planned. Nemesis, looking at the faces of his soon-to-be partners, spoke: "Well, my plan is nothing much. We'll be dominating the world through the easiest means possible: apocalypse. We'll be creating the 'big six' guilds. To outsiders, we'll be great guilds trying to put the others in check, but in reality, we'll be just one big bad wolf that's controlling the flow of the game, and in extension, the world.

I'll be creating the strongest and largest guild—a guild that accepts only the talented and a guild that has its morals. Dual Blade, or should I call you your real name, Thomas, you'll be in charge of the second-largest guild. Unlike Nemesis, which accepts only the strongest, yours is more lenient. This will increase your number pools. To paint a beautiful picture to outsiders, we'll be at each other's necks, and that's where Scarlett comes in. She will create the third-largest guild and an only-female guild to fish out those extremely skillful females that are hiding within the shadows of others.

Our three will create a dynamic power shift that will tilt only slowly to one side for some time—a balance standing among the top guilds. But of course, that's simply what we wish to show them.

Then Kate will be creating an assassin guild—a dark guild that takes commissions to PK players, NPCs, or anything ordered—adding a bit of mystery about you guys. Hidden and unknown. Select only the best.

Then Aaron will create an information group—a group that's adept at gaining and selling information, as well as on a personal level for me. Your guild will also be commissioned to steal or loot hidden rewards as needed.

As for the sixth, you guys won't be finding out from me until you accept my terms. I'll be giving you a trillion dollars each—not because I want to give you a lot of cash but to ensure that your spending and financial data remain confidential to the world. Especially the dark guilds, me, and Scarlett. Dual Blade will be the only one to keep a public appearance to boost his image." Nemesis said with a smile on his face.

"Wow, while I'm pretty happy about this, how does this game give us the control of the world that we need?" Kate asked.

"That you'll find out soon," Nemesis said, smiling.

"Well, this will be fun. I'm in," Thomas said, gaining the approval of the others as well.

Nemesis nodded his head at their acceptance. "Wise choice. So for the guild, we'll be making it a kind of business-oriented in the real world. Paying our guild members to ensure they log in daily and grow stronger. So we need large accommodations for every member we'll be employing. And we can't build from scratch, so your first task is to buy a university or college with a lot of space and dormitories, and of course, a five-star hotel for the executives of the guild. Don't expect them to have the same treatment as the ordinary guild members. Alright, log in and meet Scarlett at the coordinates that she'll give to you after you become friends in the game.

You'll have to excuse me; I have one more thing to do," Nemesis said with a cold, dark smile on his face before walking out of the door.

Jessica was a shell of her past self. She couldn't eat nor do anything meaningful. Anger, sadness, depression, and self-guilt were eating her deeply. They chose to kill Greg just because he's a threat. He had never threatened their existence, yet they were so eager to see him gone. Burning his corpse as well.

After several hours of mourning, she suddenly stood up with a determined face. Nemesis. She'll join hands with him andsure that everyone who caused his death will pay—and so dearly.

Nemesis, wearing a mask that hid his identity, appeared in the broadcasting house of the country—the largest broadcasting company in the world. He had paid an exorbitant price to ensure his broadcasting today would not be interrupted by anyone, not even by the words of the leaders of the country or the world powers. How did he accomplish that? Well, he just bought the company, as a matter of fact.

He watched calmly as the setting, the equipment, and the personnel prepared for his broadcast, and soon, he was given a green light.

While Jessica was thinking of how to get to Nemesis, her phone received a notification stating that Nemesis was going to be broadcast live. Of course, she accepted, curious to know what the hidden and unknown player was up to—finally showcasing himself.

She watched intently. The one who would help her accomplish her revenge was wearing a mask and sitting with an aura of confidence around him.

"Well, for introductions, I'm Nemesis—the one who has been shattering the world of Apocalypse, and I'll continue to do so. Now, I'm not here to brag but to release a fact that your leaders and the people with power have been hiding from the common man..."

Kyle was watching the live broadcast as well and couldn't help but have a bad feeling about it. Nemesis's voice was, of course, deep and bold—clearly not his actual voice—but that wasn't what he worried about. It was the fact that Nemesis had decided to release. His brain was screaming at him that Nemesis should be stopped.

But of course, he wasn't the only one. Every world leader was agitated and trying so hard to stop the broadcast. But it seemed country M's decision of giving the Thunderbolt Broadcast great power and autonomy during broadcasts was coming back to bite them.

"Hey, can't you stop that broadcast? Our president of the Federal Republic of N has asked the president of M to put an end to the broadcast as soon as possible," the external affairs minister of country M had it tough, receiving countless messages from several countries that portrayed the same information as country N: stop the broadcast.

The internal affairs minister wasn't having it easier either, the powerhouses within the country were pressuring them. But there was nothing they could do—the broadcast company refused to listen to the leaders' commands.

"Dispatch a team that will put an end to this madness at Thunderbolt Broadcast," the president finally commanded, giving up on being civilized. It was clearly not working anyway. But of course, Nemesis wasn't planning to stall until they arrived. Knowing every second counts, he put them to the best use, saying all that he needed to say.

"...Well, you see, Apocalypse isn't just a game—it's your future. This world will be facing attacks from otherworldly beings like the Demon King and other enemies. Your strength gained in Apocalypse will be received in reality too. So the stronger you are in the game, the stronger you'll become in the future when the game merges with our reality.

I know some of you might call me ridiculous and a crazy liar, but ask yourself this: why are the major powerhouses of the world fixated on Apocalypse, sending teams and their children to participate in it? Well, if you're smarter, you'll be able to piece things together.

This is a new era—an era I will personally spearhead. So I admonish those who haven't joined Apocalypse to do so and put their fate in their own hands—or die later with regret. That, I do not care about. Money being a problem? That's not necessarily the case. Making money in Apocalypse is easier than you can ever realize. Join me in Apocalypse, where I'll be dominating and growing stronger with a chosen set of followers. The choice, of course, is yours. I've said all that needs to be said by me. Do enjoy your day."

Nemesis ended the broadcast before promptly sneaking away from the broadcasting company.

"Team Alpha, storm the company and apprehend the so-called Nemesis. He has to pay for his actions."

"Roger that, sir," the leader of the Alpha Strike team affirmed before storming into the company, apprehending every worker within the building. But Nemesis was nowhere to be found, having escaped quietly and expertly.

Of course, escaping was an easy job for Nemesis, someone who had lived a past life and infiltrated countless enemy bases. Escaping from the Alpha Strike team? A rather easy task for him.

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Nemesis arrived at the safe house he had bought for Scarlett and himself and finally relaxed, drinking a cold juice to refresh himself.

"Any reason you announced that?" Scarlett asked, intrigued.

"Indeed," Nemesis replied, his face calm but his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "To create anarchy within the world. At first, I'll be doubted and not taken seriously—the masses will see me as no different from a clown. But then, the conspiracy theorists will show up and bring evidence, which, of course, I'll be helping out with. The government will try to suppress these actions, but that will only confirm suspicions for the masses that something's fishy.

With curiosity, people will start joining the game—drastically increasing the number of users within Apocalypse and weakening the world leaders' hold over the masses.

And in Apocalypse? Well, gaining control and authority over these people will become much easier. When they finally realize I spoke the truth, the world leaders will be in trouble. Revolts will begin to take place. That's when I'll appear again to seize power over the whole world like one big pie. The same masses that endorsed the world leaders and made them special will be the ones endorsing me," Nemesis said, a confident smile gracing his lips.

Scarlett raised an eyebrow but gave a small smirk. "That's quite the grand plan."

"Grand plans for a grand future," Nemesis said, leaning back and sipping his juice. "And time is on our side."