"One last time—special summon."
Ding. Congratulations. Successfully summoned S-Class Hero —
Julian Kane, the Pharaoh King.
Ding. Congratulations. Successfully summoned God-Class Disaster —
Genesis Apostles.
Aiden Cross hadn't even finished savoring the thrill of pulling a true S-Class hero—
When the second notification slammed into him like a hammer, smashing his excitement straight into the abyss.
This was it.
The first genuineGod-Class Disaster he had ever summoned through special summoning.
A catastrophe capable of annihilating entire universes.
Something on the same tier as a Thanos wielding all six Infinity Stones.
"The Twelve Genesis Apostles…"
Aiden Cross's expression darkened.
These beings hailed from the Arad Continent, a universe created by the Primordial Light, Carlosso.
At full strength, the Twelve Apostles—working together—had once gravely wounded their own creator, pushing a god of creation to the brink of death.
If that level of power were ever turned toward destruction…
The consequences were beyond imagination.
At present, the Apostles resided in the extradimensional Demon World.
But with their sheer, overwhelming might, it was only a matter of time before they discovered Earth.
The good news was that several Apostles were, by nature, peace-oriented.
The bad news?
The Second Apostle was an aggressive schemer—one who simply could not sit still without stirring chaos.
Aiden Cross was all too familiar with the Apostles:
First Apostle — The One Who Does Not Fear Death: Destined One, Cain
Second Apostle — The Two-Faced One with Tear-Stained Eyes: Hilde, the Crying Eye
Third Apostle — Tyrant of the Skies: Isys-Prey
Fourth Apostle — The Blade Bathed in Endless Blood: Conqueror Kaecilius
Fifth Apostle — The Shapeless Phantom: Sirocco
Sixth Apostle — Bearer of the Evil Blood: Diregie, the Black Plague
Seventh Apostle — The Infinite Body: Anton, the Flame Devourer
Eighth Apostle — The One with a Thousand Weapons: Lotus of Long Legs
Ninth Apostle — The Silent Architect: Luke, the Maker
Tenth Apostle — He Who Dies and Returns: Ozma of Chaos
Eleventh Apostle — The Knower of Truth: Michael, the Holy One
Twelfth Apostle — She Who Understands All: Seria Krumin
And finally—
The former Ninth Apostle, later classified as a Pseudo Apostle:
Bakal, the Tyrant Dragon King.
With the Hero Association's current strength, resisting a God-Class Disaster was simply unrealistic.
After all, Doraemon wasn't a combat-oriented vice president—he was a support-type existence.
"…Forget it. Worrying won't change anything," Aiden Cross muttered.
"By the time the Genesis Apostles find Earth, maybe I'll have already pulled another vice-president-tier powerhouse."
"And besides… there's still the Void Realm, Eldervale, the cosmic conqueror… trouble everywhere."
He rubbed his temples, a headache forming.
Standing nearby, Aizen immediately sensed the shift in Aiden Cross's mood.
"Boss. Is something troubling you?"
"A little. But it shouldn't reach us anytime soon."
"May I assist you?"
"No need," Aiden Cross replied, shaking his head. "This isn't something that can be solved quickly."
He handed Aizen a document.
"These are the appointed division chiefs for the seven continents. The establishment of regional branches is now your responsibility."
"Yes. I will see to it flawlessly."
Aizen accepted the list with a respectful bow.
The seven continental division chiefs were as follows:
North America — All MightArctic — Ulric CinderAsia — Leon HartEurope — Lion King ArtoriaOceania — Rowan AshfordSouth America — AcceleratorAntarctica — IcarusAfrica — Julian Kane(S-Class)
All A-Class combat power across the board—
Except Africa's division chief, Julian Kane, whose hero rating was marked S-Class.
Aizen paused, curiosity piqued, and skimmed Julian's profile:
Holder of the Millennium Puzzle.
Ancient Egyptian Pharaoh King.
Able to materialize the power of cards.
Divine Beasts:
Slifer the Sky Dragon,
The Winged Dragon of Ra,
Obelisk the Tormentor.
Dark Magician.
Exodia.
Blue-Eyes White Dragon.
"…Terrifying power," Aizen murmured.
He closed the document and withdrew.
Negotiations with world powers, division establishment, hero allocation—
All of it would be handled by him.
No division could be left guarded by a single chief alone.
Ding. Respected President, Thor Odinson requests an audience.
"Thor?" Aiden Cross looked up. "Let him in."
"Understood."
The automated attendant inside the president's office responded smoothly.
Orders were relayed.
And moments later—
The God of Thunder was granted entry.
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