“Wake up. Kard.” a familiar voice brought me back to the waked world. I pulled myself up and found Ghlit in my room. Her eyes brimmed with surprise and excitement.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Come with me.”

Ghlit brought me to the Reality Chamber. The Reality Chamber was a room filled with numerous television screens. From here, the Nine Elemental Gods monitored Reality.

“The Elven Camp… survived.” I said. According to the script, after the Players sealed the Goblin Camps, they would return finding the Elven Camp destroyed by Goblins with no survivors. The surviving Elves would disband and work for bottom jobs at Naut City, yet the screen showed the survival of majority. I watched the replay of what happened.

“Interesting.” I said. While there was no problem for the system since it could easily adapt to the changes, the overall plotline could be heavily altered due to this. Even during the time we were Players, not once did we go against the normal plot.

“Also, four of the Seven Demon Lords are getting impatient. Especially since Caliburn has been discovered already but yet to be taken.”

“Four? Excluding the three owned by the Gods. Doesn’t Zebul’s Sting have an owner already?”

“Yes. However, the one bound to Beelzebub has completely fallen into Beelzebub’s control. Even from the beginning we all knew that Player did not have the mental fortitude of remaining sane while wielding Zebul’s Sting. You especially since you wield two Swords with the Demon Lords’ powers. You know how taxing it is mentally and emotionally to wield them.”

“Make sure Beelzebub, Belphegor, Asmodues, and Mammon do not interfere with our plans. Do not let them find too many incapable wielders of their cursed Swords and leading these wielders to insanity.”

“I already sent the remaining unbound Seraphims to monitor them. As for Beelzebub’s bound one, the Players and Characters in the same city are doing their best to keep that person in check.”