Chapter 45: The New Cadre Part 2

(A 4k words chapters but I split into two parts)

(Unknown PoV)

Two days ago, I and along with many other fellow Low Class Fallen Angels were selected personally and interviewed by the Chief Secretary Penemue. We were offered a chance to join a secret program that was initiated by Lord Azazel himself!

"Lord Azazel himself… you say… but what kind of program requires… weak Fallen Angels like us, Lord Penemue?"

"Precisely because you are weak that you all are selected." Penemue said without mashing the words and admitting they all are indeed the weak and bottom feeder of the Grigori. They mostly consist of weakest pure angels that had fallen or offspring of a fallen with a human which resulted with weak innate gift with Light power.

"The program aimed to basically create super soldiers out of you who have no chance to get stronger through 'normal' methods and your only chance to change your fate. So, those who are unwilling can leave now." None left after Penemue finished talking. "Good." Penemue commented and pulled out a form prepared by Azazel for everyone to fill.

"Three sizes? Fetishes? Eh?" One after another exclaimed in surprise after seeing what they needed to fill on the form. "Lord Penemue, is there a mistake with the form?" Some asked because this definitely isn't what they expected to fill when signing up for a secret training program… This is more like a match up program.

"There is no mistake as this form is prepared by Lord Azazel himself. Your doubts will be answered after you all finish signing up for the program."

Then no one asked anymore and started filling the form. Thank Lord Penemue prepared measuring instruments for those who needed it.

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Two hours later, they moved to a secured building to begin their briefing using a magical recording that Azazel prepared. We sat nervously in a fully white hall that was big enough to accommodate all 100 of us.

I overheard someone from the back saying that we are probably being trafficked, which I cannot fully deny because the Grigori does care about the survivability of the Fallen Angel race. But for weaklings like us that are weaker than the common human agents affiliated to Grigori, no action will be done even if they are killed within Grigori or used like a slaves by stronger Fallen Angels.

My blood chills when imagining what they said is true. However this program is made by Lord Azazel and overseen by Lord Penemue herself. The Cadre is unlike other administrators that mostly cared about their benefits only.

Then my thoughts are cutted short when the magic is activated and start showing the recording.

"Ahem, as you all know. I am the one and only Azazel, the Governor General of Grigori." Lord Azazel introduced himself which even further strengthened my belief that this program isn't a fake one orchestra by bad Fallen Angels within the administrative body below the Cadres.

"I thank you all ladies for joining this special program….." Lord Azazel continued with the reason and purpose of the program which Lord Penemue already explained to us briefly. "So, let's get into what you all will be doing within the program."

The recording changed and now shows information about a human named Raymond D'Angelo. They all skimmed through the details and gasped at his race and rank. A Cadre but human? What!

Never before in the history of Grigori's establishment has a non Fallen Angel been able to ascend to the rank of Cadre. Not even the adoptive daughter of Lord Azazel himself who stuck at Field Agent rank only.

"I am sure you all are surprised by his rank but from now on, he is your superior and you all will only serve him personally. His order is above Grigori and myself. Do I make myself clear?" The Azazel in the recording asked although he isn't actually there since it's a recording but everyone including myself answered 'Yes' in unison despite my and all others doubts to this order from Lord Azazel.

Lord Azazel in the recording then proceeds to explain the special ability of this human which baffled everyone. Three Low Class Fallen Angels rose into Mid Class and one of them is almost High class in less than a year? What kind of concept is that…

Everyone is baffled and shocked beyond belief that they thought Lord Azazel is playing a joke with them. However, when Lord Azazel shows the magic power reading of the three Fallen Angels, they cannot deny it anymore that it's real unless Lord Azazel is pranking them or making a joke which they doubt with how serious Lord Azazel and Lord Penemue looked.

"As you have already seen the effect of his abilities. Now, I will ask if you are willing to sell yourself in exchange for a brighter future?" Lord Azazel said with a smirk which was also the end of the recording when it disappeared and the magic deactivated.

"So, what are your answers?" Lord Penemue asked us.

For myself, I am willing. My own lack of Light power meant that I will never have a chance to reach Mid Class in my lifetime and forever living in the bottom of the supernatural world where might make right. Exchanging servitude for power? This is nothing uncommon in the supernatural world. One would only need to look at the devil race for an example. Besides, for a chance to even reach Ultimate Class? Servitude is considered a cheap price to pay because who else can promise a chance like this in this world? None! This is the first of its kind and only times this kind of opportunity existed. If this information is released to the supernatural world, war will be waged endlessly to get that human to their side. A human that can be best described as a factory that will produce High Class beings and a chance to create Ultimate Class beings!

(Present Time)

"Then I asked everyone of you, are you willing to surrender your freedom to me?" The new Cadre, who also a human asked us.

"Yes!" Everyone replied with a loud and unison reply.

"Geez, no need to shout… it feels weird to have a group of people willingly being enslaved." He replied without sugar coating his words while rubbing his right ear.

Then she felt something foreign settle in her head. Her new master and lord then split them into three groups of twenty that are led by one of his lovers then the remaining forty will lead by himself personally. She is one of the forty to be selected to serve the lord Cadre himself.

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(Ray PoV)

"Ok then, let's get started immediately. We only have two weeks to improve you all before the deadline set by Azazel ends." Ray said before he paused and went into deep thoughts on how to split their schedules.

Due to the features of the Mission mode, physical tiredness isn't a problem and rather the mental one will be a problem. Since Azazel the big boss did order him to focus on developing his new unit's prowess, he will basically use most of the day time to grind as well which align with his goal to improve as much as possible since the date of the Peace Conference was revealed to him by Azazel.

"Hmn… Umu, we will spend 18 hours gr- training you all and 6 hours of rest from 12 am to 6 am everyday until the end of this two weeks." Ray declared his planning for the training sessions. None one the trio or the new girls have other opinions.

"Dismissed for now. We will resume after lunch at 1 pm. You all will gather again in this room." Ray said while nodding as the 100 girls nodded and immediately left as told.

"Hey Ray, do you plan to throw them into the spartan training like you did to us too?" Raynare said with concern and slight shivering as she vividly remembered Ray brought her, Mittelt and Kalawarna to a normal SAS 4 stage and let them fight without any assistance from himself. She remembered how all of them except Ray died a few times on the stage but were revived and thrown again into the battle immediately.

She shivered because it was the first time she saw that side of Ray. The usual caring that he wouldn't allow even a fly to cross their path suddenly told them to fight to death only to be revived and continue fighting until the stage finished. His reply to their nightmarish experience is a long lecture on how fortunate they are to have a place where they can polish their fighting ability without fearing true death and why they should keep doing it.

Ray himself shows them how much worse he did as they watch him solo the endless nightmare mode. Their blood chilled and spine shivered as they saw very high level bosses literally replaced the normal mobs after going past a certain wave of enemies. His body got splattered like a smashed tomato by a group of Savage zombie bosses and Dragon Kings etc. His body repairs itself before he continues fighting and accumulates resistance to even further prolonged the battle to get even better bosses that have higher EXP yield.

It's not unusual for his stage on endless mode to last several hours and occasionally up to 12 hours of fighting or 'grinding' as he said, like a mad man. Raynare and the others are more concerned that he is able to stay sane with dozens of deaths he amassed every time he grinds.

(He's gonna maximize the God Hand resistance to grind since the life used in Mission mode doesn't carry over to the real world.)

Ray looked at the trio weirdly since they looked at him like he was about to do something bad. "Well of course, how else are they going to grow in a very short span of time if they don't give their very best?" Ray replied to Raynare's question.

"Anyway, can you three prepare lunch? I need to prepare them with proper weapons and armors too since their strength is even worse than the initial three if you. It would be a miracle if they are able to even clear the easiest stage at this rate." Ray sighed after knowing those girls are no stronger than a normal human with a gun. Perhaps even worse…

The trio nodded and left the room except Mittelt who shouldn't be allowed to get near the kitchen. She snugly sat on Ray's lap and rested her body on his lower chest and abdomen. Ray didn't mind her and even wrap his arm around her as they openly show their affection while he is buying futuristic looking sword that only have a physical handle while the blade is a thin blue energy blade that have very thin edge that nearly microscopic size thin and combat armour that made from carbon fibres and metal. Good enough for them to get started.

The total cost is just slightly more than half a million points which is quite negligible with billions more in balance.

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