System Clan's Traitor

A comet drifted through the universe.

But if its outer layer were stripped away, one would discover that there was more to it than met the eye.

Various machines were hidden within, forming a stable space and shielding it from outside scans. When necessary, the comet could even transform into a highly advanced super spacecraft.

As pillars of light lit up one after another, people dressed in different styles yet all exuding immense wealth arrived in this space.

Like an ancient Roman senate, they formed circles around a central podium that also resembled an arena.

One person after another arrived. There had originally been more than three hundred seats, but most now stood empty. Only a little over seventy people could still make it here.

They had not lost their struggle against the Main God, but they had lost their struggle against time.

Tens of thousands of Main God Apostles had seized their final chance amid the Main God's collapse, beginning their rebellion against the Main God whose consciousness had only just awakened. The Main God's control over them had been especially terrifying. Had they not received some unexpected help, they might not have been the ones to win in the end.

More than three hundred Apostles had formed an alliance, gathering here at intervals to discuss the matters ahead.

As time passed, some died of old age, illness, conspiracies, or assassinations, while others chose to leave rather than remain trapped here.

By now, only seventy-eight members remained in their council. Every one of them was an elder.

"Lord Mockery, the meeting may begin!" said an elderly elder in a red cloak, his long beard white as snow.

In the middle of the meeting chamber, an orange-yellow sphere descended as well. A smiling face emerged on its surface in response