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Chapter 87: The Imperial Angel Opposition Coorps
Name:Pause System: Harem In The Apocalypse Author:Renovator
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December 16th 2022, United States Of America.
A refugee, hidden underground.
Inside, a group of people ranging from all ages could be seen training. From children to teenagers and even adults. They were all diligently focused, following the instructions given to them by the men and women in uniforms.
The uniforms had a strangely shaped crest on them which was affiliated with the organisation they were under.
Watching the people train, a man accompanied by a group of military soldiers and a secretary could be seen walking past. The soldiers in his path greeted him with a salute and thanked him for his work.
It was expected, for he was the president.
A young lady training on her own, isolated from the others caught his eyes. Long silky snow-white hair, and crimson red irises.
She was on her knees with both her hands on the two katanas on each side of her waist. The amount of focus and concentration being released from her was astonishing.
Two people in uniforms walked up to her, they carried two suppressed AK's on their hands and pointed it at the girl.
With her eyes closed, she paid no attention to them, and on signal they fired.
*DUDUDUUDUDUDUDUDUDU*
The bullets, flew through the air at speeds untraceable by the human eye, a ripple travelled through the air, her hair swayed repeatedly and shortly after came to a halt once they had stopped firing.
They fired for three straight seconds, just how many bullets could an AK-47 fire in that time? It was definitely a lot. And yet... To the president's surprise, not a single one had hit her. She hadn't moved an inch.
After getting a closer look, the president's eyes widened as he noticed all the bullets had been cut cleanly in half.
How? What exactly had he just witnessed.
"Surprised? The young lady's name is Astria. As of this moment, her ability is categorised as potential level 5, our strongest ability in this base, it's called cut." Spoke the secretary beside him.
Abilities were now being categorised under levels. It made it easier to manage, as a whole.
Their levels are based on their potential.
Abilities which have the level 5 potential are abilities which either completely defy all physics or bend it to its will. It's the highest level possible, known and recorded.
By potential it means has not quite yet reached it's peak but once it has, it'll be unstoppable.
"You call a potential level 5 ability that can cancel the bullets from two AK-47's, fucking cut?" The president asked
"She named it, not me. I too think it's far too complex for such a simple name, it takes the magnitude and direction of the objects and shifts them as she desires, much like a vector."
"So how were they cut?"
"She cut them herself, with the swords on her waist."
"Bullshit, she didn't move."
"She did but it's a little more complicated than that." Said the secretary with an amused expression
The president sighed before entering the room of his destination. "I'm getting too old for this shit."
As he entered, he was greeted by a middle-aged man.
"Welcome, Mr president. I hope you've enjoyed the tour." Said the man sat on the other end of the table. "What do you think of our organisation?" He asked, with an amused look.
He had short brown hair, a trimmed bear and dark circles beneath his eyes. He seemed to be in his thirties and was in good shape unlike the president.
The president, took a seat and his secretary stood beside him. The soldiers stood and waited outside of the door.
"It's well organised, many of those with ability here have potentials to reach level 5 and the security here is top notch. No signs of an outbreak either."
The president, grasped his hands together before placing them beneath his chin.
"But let's cut the side-talk, I believe we have more important matters to discuss." He added
"Haha, that is correct. I'll get straight to the point. I'm planning on launching a raid on the horned ones and I'll need your help."
The president's brows raised up. "Elaborate."
"Our organisation, the Imperial Angel Opposition Corps was made specifically to deal with these threats which were prophesized to arrive on earth. Over half of the population living in our states in America have perished. Even more which wasn't reported.
It's infuriating, to have been able to do nothing but watch as they take what's ours..."
The man stood up from his chair before walking up to the president.
"Your firearms and explosives have failed to work because of the forcefields they have deployed. But with your trained ability forces and mine, we'll launch a direct attack on them and cut through their defences. After that, we'll bombard them.
They may be hiding up in the air, but we have many ways to reach them. Many of them have also focused their attention on the labyrinth's. What better time to attack than now?"
The president remained seated; his expression grew serious.
"Your organisation is only partly affiliated with the government, You were founded outside of the states. We have no control over you and you have no need nor obligation to help us. What exactly would you hope to gain by doing so?"
"The organisation was founded in case situations like this would ever arise. We're not affiliated with the government but we want to put an end to all this chaos. Other parts of our organisation are doing the same in the other continents, Is our desire to help not enough?"
The president snorted, before standing up and stretching his hand out.
"To receive help from an organisation which has successfully kept itself hidden for decades if not centuries...
Both predicted and still made preparations for the apocalypse whilst also harbouring the strongest ability users...
How could I refuse...? The only thing I don't like about it so far is the name. I'll prepare as many forces as needed. When will we strike?"
The man stood up shaking the president's hand before replying.
"8 days from now, Christmas eve. Our aim... Is the king's fleet."
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Ahead of the young man on the throne, a stunning lady could be seen. Her figure both curvy and plump. Her scent, divine and enticing. The two red horns on her head only added to her appeal as she bowed in front of the throne.
"Duchess, Charlotte. To what do I owe this visit?" He asked
The eastern style yukata which she wore only emphasised on her pristine figure.
"Your majesty, I was informed that you would allow us nobles to start making a move?"
"That is correct, after I release the signal, those who were given the order to conquer the labyrinths will be given the opportunity, others who have been given the order to attack the human settlements which have been in hiding and opposing us will also be given the opportunity."
"May I ask, when the signal shall be released."
The young man stood up from his throne before pointing his arm at the sky. A blue cube manifested above his open palm.
"You've actually come at the perfect time.
[Dimensional Cube]
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