The change of chairman at the Mage Association was neither a minor matter nor a major one.
It was something worthy of making World News.
Meanwhile.
At the headquarters of the Supreme Command of the Armed Forces in RL1550 Area of the Red Line.
Nusjuro Saint, Zephyr, Kong, Tsuru, and Raymond.
Sakazuki, Bullet, Newgate, Aramaki, Crocodile.
Nikolai Zhukov, Princia, and the others had gathered in the conference room for an internal meeting.
All of Army Headquarters' senior officials were present, and the marshal of the Astral Legion had also arrived.
But why were Princia and Fuegoleon here?
Crocodile's expression was exceptionally grim.
He completely ignored the tender glances Princia occasionally cast his way.
It was not because he had any issue with her.
Bullet mastering Colorless Haki and becoming a Martial God had already shocked him beyond measure.
Just moments ago, Marshal Raymond had told them that that bastard Tiger had resigned, leaving the military for the police force.
That put Crocodile in an even worse mood. The title of weakest admiral had now been firmly fastened to his head.
He even felt like resigning immediately rather than enduring such humiliation.
But Bullet had previously told him, "Stupid crocodile, if you become a deserter, don't ever show your face in front of me again!"
That had completely cut off his path of retreat, leaving him no choice but to sit here and tough it out.
Fortunately, Imu's proposal, brought by Bullet, gave Crocodile some hope.
It was just that the two choices had left him conflicted.
Accept a divine post, become the Sea Star deity, and immediately gain the power to contend against Martial Gods and Star Gods like them.
Honestly, it was immensely tempting to him right now.
Yet deep inside, a voice kept roaring, *Do you not even