Racing Against Time

The projector hummed. A few seconds later, fluorescent blue beams flickered several times before casting themselves onto the massive screen.

On the screen appeared an elegant, exquisitely crafted conference table. Seated on the left were the Grade-One Golden and Silver Inspectors and Executives, while the core members of the board sat on the right.

The two Chief seats were empty.

The Chairman pulled a wineglass from the Void. Swirling the wine, he asked, "Where's Gustav?"

He meant the chairman of the board, the leader of the Gustav Consortium, Chris's grandfather, and Heaven's Punishment's third demigod.

"He went to rescue the Sea Emperor." Grade-One Golden Inspector Milton Mack said coldly, "Moral Value has been gone for five hours. Terrorist attacks are breaking out across the Free Federation. Ten minutes ago, we were still fighting the evil faction. Our chairman has already arrived in New Covenant County and is battling more than four demigods. He could return to the Spirit Realm at any moment.

"And at such a critical time, the only thing your Second District is doing is summoning us to a meeting with a satellite phone."

He was venting his dissatisfaction, accusing the Second District's demigods of standing by and failing to fulfill their duties as allies.

The evil faction had already launched its final offensive. The faction war had reached a life-or-death stage, and the battlefield in New Covenant County would directly determine its outcome.

Yet under such circumstances, the Second District's demigods had still not arrived.

"Gustav went to seek help from the Sea Emperor? That really shocks us old friends. Back in the last century, those two wanted nothing more than to wipe out each other's entire families." The Chairman sighed.

Chris's grandfather, Old Gustav, was a demigod of the Siren profession and one of the founders