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Chapter 717: The Second Day · Nov 03, 2026

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701 Chapter 701 701: Echoes of Victory, Shadows of Truth 2026-11-03
702 Chapter 702: The Hollow Victory 2026-11-03
703 Chapter 703: The Girl in the Ruins 2026-11-03
704 Chapter 704: The Instinct That Burns 2026-11-03
705 Chapter 705: A Fall of a Star 2026-11-03
706 Chapter 706: The Path Out of Ruin 2026-11-03
707 Chapter 707: The Hidden Return 2026-11-03
708 Chapter 708 708: The Successor Appears 2026-11-03
709 Chapter 709 709: The Crown of Shadows and Dawn 2026-11-03
710 Chapter 710: The Hero Who Came Home Quietly 2026-11-03
711 Chapter 711: The Heroes of Humanity Crowned 2026-11-03
712 Chapter 712: The Choice After Victory 2026-11-03
713 Chapter 713: The War After the War 2026-11-03
714 Chapter 714: The Assembly of Three Powers 2026-11-03
715 Chapter 715: Tech Genesis 2026-11-03
716 Chapter 716: Meeting day I- Indecisive 2026-11-03
717 Chapter 717: The Second Day 2026-11-03
718 Chapter 718: Meeting Day II - No progress 2026-11-03
719 Chapter 719: A Decision That Refused to Come 2026-11-03
720 Chapter 720: The return of small time villain 2026-11-03
721 Chapter 721: William as Always 2026-11-03
722 Chapter 722: Arguments continue 2026-11-03
723 Chapter 723: Regret 2026-11-03
724 Chapter 724: A Step Forward 2026-11-03
725 Chapter 725: The deadlock broken 2026-11-03
726 Chapter 726: The Devil Domain’s First Night of Peace 2026-11-03
727 Chapter 727: A Banquet Beneath the Crimson Sky 2026-11-03
728 Chapter 728: The Kingdom That Refused to Stop Living 2026-11-03
729 Chapter 729: The Divided Court 2026-11-03
730 Chapter 730: Beneath the Same Night Sky 2026-11-03
731 Chapter 731: Beneath an Unfamiliar Sky 2026-11-03
732 Chapter 732: A Visitor from the Countryside 2026-11-03
733 Chapter 733: The Building That Swallowed People 2026-11-03
734 Chapter 734: A Quiet Conversation 2026-11-03
735 Chapter 735: An Invitation 2026-11-03
736 Chapter 736 - : Rivals 2026-11-03
737 Chapter 737: The Week Before History 2026-11-03
738 Chapter 738: The Devil Queen Arrives 2026-11-03
739 Chapter 739: Two Sides of the Same Hope 2026-11-03
740 Chapter 740: The Price of Peace 2026-11-03
741 Chapter 741: The oppression 2026-11-03
742 Chapter 742: The War That Refused to End 2026-11-03
743 Chapter 743: When Peace Was Put on Trial 2026-11-03
744 Chapter 744: The First Test of Peace 2026-11-03
745 Chapter 745: The Shadow Behind the Peace 2026-11-03
746 Chapter 746: The Hand Behind the Shadow 2026-11-03
747 Chapter 747: The Familiar Hand 2026-11-03
748 Chapter 748: The Fire 2026-11-03
749 Chapter 749: The Shadow Behind the Fire 2026-11-03
750 Chapter 750: The Wrong Direction 2026-11-03

Chapter 717: The Second Day

The second day of the assembly began before the sun had fully risen.

The people outside the hall had already gathered.

Unlike the previous day, however, the crowd was much larger.

The news had spread throughout the capital.

The representatives of the Church, the Authority, and the War Council were meeting again to decide the future of the Human Domain.

And this time, everyone knew the meeting would not be limited to the three powers.

The Authority had invited guests.

So had the Church.

That alone was enough to make the atmosphere tense before the doors of the assembly hall had even opened.

The previous day’s meeting had ended without a decision.

The three powers had argued.

They had debated.

They had nearly reached agreements several times, only to return to the same disagreements from a different direction.

But at least the first day had remained relatively controlled.

The second day would be different.

Because now, people with influence had arrived.

People who did not need to sit at the highest table to affect the future of the Human Domain.

The Authority had invited five guild masters.

Not ordinary guild masters.

Each of them represented a Triple-Star Diamond Guild.

The highest rank an adventurer guild could achieve.

They were among the most powerful organizations in the Human Domain.

Their influence extended beyond adventurers.

They controlled trade routes.

They managed dungeon expeditions.

They supplied weapons and magical materials.

They employed thousands of adventurers.

And, more importantly, they possessed the military power to influence wars.

The five guild masters had also come personally.

That alone made their presence impossible to ignore.

All five were S+ Rank.

Just below the SS Rank.

They were not weak individuals.

Even among the strongest combatants in the Human Domain, people of their level were rare.

The moment they entered the assembly hall, the atmosphere changed.

They were not priests.

They were not politicians.

They were not soldiers.

They were adventurers.

And adventurers had always possessed a particular kind of arrogance.

They had survived places where ordinary people could not even breathe.

They had fought monsters in dungeons.

They had entered forbidden territories.

They had built their organizations through blood, money, and reputation.

The Church had always possessed influence over the adventurer guilds.

That was one of the reasons the guild masters disliked them.

The Church often attempted to interfere with guild operations.

They questioned expeditions.

They demanded restrictions on certain dungeons.

They attempted to control the distribution of rare magical materials.

And sometimes, they attempted to use religious authority to influence the decisions of guilds.

The guild masters hated it.

They had tolerated it for years.

But tolerance had limits.

And the peace treaty had given them an opportunity to finally push back.

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The first guild master to enter was a broad-shouldered man with a long gray beard.

He looked old enough to have retired years ago.

But his body still carried the strength of a warrior.

The moment he stepped into the hall, the pressure of his mana spread through the room.

Not enough to threaten anyone.

Just enough to remind everyone that he could.

”Guild Master Branik,” a clerk announced.

The man ignored the introduction.

He looked toward the seats reserved for the Church.

Then he snorted.

”Still here.”

One of the priests frowned.

Branik continued walking.

The second guild master was a woman with short black hair and a scar across her left eyebrow.

She wore no jewelry.

No ceremonial clothing.

Only a dark coat with the insignia of her guild.

”Guild Master Selene.”

She nodded once to the room.

Her expression was calm.

But her eyes were sharp.

She had the look of someone who had spent decades making decisions that could kill hundreds of people.

The third was a thin man named Darius.

Unlike the others, he smiled constantly.

It was not a friendly smile.

It was the smile of someone who had already decided how the conversation would end.

The fourth guild master was a tall man named Garrick.

He was the youngest of the five.

Although he had already crossed into the S+ Rank, he was barely in his forties.

His presence was different from the others.

He was less patient.

More direct.

And clearly disliked the Church.

The fifth was an elderly woman named Maera.

She walked with a cane.

But no one in the room mistook her weakness for helplessness.

She was the oldest of the five guild masters.

And according to rumors, she had killed an S+ Rank monster while already suffering from a serious injury.

The five of them took their seats.

The Church representatives watched them carefully.

The Authority, on the other hand, looked considerably more confident.

That confidence was not accidental.

The Authority had invited them for a reason.

The previous day had not gone according to their expectations.

The Church had managed to resist every attempt to push the treaty forward.

The War Council had prevented both sides from completely dominating the discussion.

So the Authority had changed its strategy.

If political arguments were not enough, they would bring people whose opinions carried weight among the adventurer population.

People who could publicly support the treaty.

People who could remind the Church that the future of humanity could not be decided only by priests.

The Authority had brought power into the room.

The Church had done the same.

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The doors opened again.

This time, the atmosphere changed completely.

Five old men entered the assembly hall.

They were not wearing armor.

They did not carry weapons.

They did not need to.

The pressure surrounding them was enough.

Even after more than a century, their mana remained terrifying.

The room became quiet.

The five retired SS Rankers walked slowly toward their seats.

Some of the younger representatives stared at them.

They had heard stories.

Everyone had.

They were legends from another generation.

People who had fought when the Devil Kingdom was still considered an active threat.

People who had faced monsters that had never been recorded in modern history.

People who had stood on battlefields where entire armies had disappeared.

The five men had once been among the strongest humans alive.

They had all been active SS Rankers.

And they had all once fought against the Devil King.

The previous Devil King.

Lilith’s father.

The king who had always attempted to establish peaceful relations with the humans. But learned the cruelty of humans.

But before that had happened, there had been a confrontation.

A battle that had become a shameful memory for the five retired SS Rankers.

They had entered the battle as five of humanity’s strongest warriors.

They had left alive.

That was the problem.

The Devil King had spared them.

Not because he had been unable to kill them.

Because he had chosen not to.

The five had survived.

But their pride had not.

For more than a century, they had carried that humiliation.

And unlike most humans, they understood something the younger generation did not.

They understood what a Devil King truly was.

One of the five, an old man with white hair that reached his shoulders, slowly took his seat.

His name was Valther.

The second was an old woman named Serah.

The third was a man named Oren.

The fourth was a large man named Haldor.

The fifth was a thin, sharp-eyed man named Fenric.

Their bodies were old.

Their faces were wrinkled.

But their eyes were still sharp.

And their mana was still powerful enough to make even the five S+ Rank guild masters unconsciously pay attention.

Branik glanced at them.

Then looked toward the Authority.

”You brought them?”

The Authority representative smiled slightly.

”They were invited.”

Branik looked toward the retired SS Rankers.

”That is not what I asked.”

One of the old men slowly turned toward him.

”Careful, young man.”

Branik’s expression hardened.

Young man.

The guild master was over seventy years old.

But compared to the retired SS Ranker, he was indeed young.

Branik leaned back in his chair.

”How young are you?”

”One hundred and forty-three.”

The room became silent.

Branik’s eyes narrowed.

”Then you have lived long enough to know that the Church cannot be trusted to control everything.”

Valther’s expression did not change.

”Perhaps.”

The guild master smiled.

”Good. Then we can agree on something.”

The Church representatives immediately noticed the tension.

This was exactly why the Authority had invited the guild masters.

And why the Church had invited the retired veterans.

The two sides had brought people who already disliked each other.

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The senior bishop entered shortly afterward.

He immediately noticed the changes.

Five powerful guild masters sat on one side.

Five retired SS Rankers sat on the other.

The bishop looked toward the Authority representative.

”You have been busy.”

The representative smiled.

”As have you.”

The bishop looked toward the retired veterans.

For a moment, his expression softened.

These men were not simply political tools.

They were heroes of an older generation.

And the Church had stood beside them during their darkest years.

The Church had supported their families.

Provided healing.

Provided resources.

Provided magical equipment.

And, most importantly, provided blessings.

That relationship had become stronger after the battle with the previous Devil King.

The five SS Rankers had survived.

But they had returned from the confrontation humiliated.

The Church had helped them recover.

It had given them a reason to continue fighting.

Over time, their loyalty had become something deeper.

They believed the Church’s blessings had been the reason humanity had survived the age of the Devil King.

And they believed that humans had become too arrogant in the present.

The younger generation no longer feared the devils.

They saw them as an enemy that could be defeated.

The retired veterans saw something else.

They saw a power that had once stood above five SS Rankers.

And had chosen to let them live.

That memory had never left them. It stemmed into hatred for devils.

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