1516 The Oath of Death…
“According to the Rules set by the Association, when you find a new, unidentified world, you are supposed to report it to the Association and then a team to subjugate the world will be formed.
Yet not only did you not file a report,
You even dared to form an army and attack the world on your own, Are you prepared for the consequences?”
Zarathor questioned as he stared at the woman sitting in front of him.
“Cut the bullshit, Zarathor.”
Nyssara snorted.
“Both of us know that you out of all the people don’t give a damn about the rules. The very fact that you are here with your own personal army instead of the Association’s men is the proof of that.”
Hearing those words, Zarathor’s smile widened even further.
“This is why I love talking to smart people.”
“…” Nyssara didn’t say anything.
“The Association is currently divided into 5 main factions, yours, mine, and three others. If we follow the rules, you will only get to devour the will of the third world we conquer and I will only get the fourth one.
Reporting to the Association right now is indeed a foolish choice.”
Zarathor nodded continuously, the demonic smile never left his face.
“Honestly, if I were in your place, I would have done the same thing and devoured this world’s will the instant I got the chance.
But…”
Zarathor then glanced at Nyssara and,
“But now that I know about this world’s existence as well, I can’t just leave it alone. How do you wish to resolve it?”
Zarathor questioned directly.
Yes, none of the two leaders were loyal to the Association they were part of. They were ready to betray it for the benefits they receive, the only question was that who was supposed to receive these benefits.
“Since my turn to devour the world was supposed to come before you anyway, why don’t you give this world to me?” Nyssara proposed.
“Hahahaha!” Zarathor laughed out loud.
“That was a funny suggestion.
To talk about the Association’s turns when both of us are essentially betraying it, how ironic.”
Zarathor’s face then turned serious and, “Stop joking around, Nyssara. Come up with a more logical solution,”
“What do you have in your mind then?” Nyssara questioned directly.
“Let’s go to War.”
Zarathor offered with a big smile on his face.
Nyssara narrowed her eyes and Zarathor continued to explain,
“Neither you nor me is going to back down anyway, so there is no point in discussing this any further.
Let’s continue with the oldest way in the book,
We fight for it.”
“You wish to lose thousands of Ultimate Stage Powerhouses for a world that couldn’t even form a Protection Field?”
Nyssara frowned.
There was a reason why even after 2 weeks, the number of strong beings who had died could be counted with 2 hands.
War was a foolish choice, losing thousands of capable subordinates for a single world wasn’t worth it. After all, the moment they lose them, they will lose their standing in the Association and will be devoured by others.
“I am not proposing an all-out War.”
Zarathor wasn’t a fool either.
“What I am proposing is an Alliance.”
“An Alliance…?”
Nyssara frowned.
What sort of alliance starts with a War?
She couldn’t understand.
“We will use War to decide who wins the right to devour the world, I would have offered a one-on-one duel but I know you would never agree to it.
Since you tend to rely on your subordinates more, I came up with this idea.
We will continue the War till one side surrenders.
Once the War ends, the winning side will get to devour the world and to prevent any leaks, the losing side will stay here until the will of the world is devoured.
And no matter the result of the War, if, in the future, a situation like this repeats itself where our forces find a world independently, the losing side will get to devour it.
What do you think?”
Zarathor suggested and Nyssara, who heard the offer blinked a few times in surprise, “Were you the one who came up with that…?”
“What does that mean?” Zarathor narrowed his eyes.
Not liking the dubious look that had appeared on Nyssara’s face.
“I have known you for thousands of years, Zarathor. You don’t have the head required to come up with something like this. Who suggested it? Did you recruit some new talent on your side?”
The plan wasn’t bad.
A hidden alliance when they are already a part of the association, with two of the major forces allying themselves, wouldn’t they be able to control the entire association if things went well?
Of course, Nyssara wasn’t naïve enough to trust Zarathor, however, this could be the start of something big and the woman was sure a simple minded being like Zarathor couldn’t possibly come up with something like this.
“Do you agree with the terms or not?” Zarathor questioned with an annoyed look on his face.
“Well, I have no reason to not accept it.” Nyssara shrugged.
“Good,
Then…”
Zarathor’s smile widened and suddenly, a black paper covered with ominous energy appeared in his hand, seeing the paper, Nyssara’s face turned solemn.
“The Oath of Death…”
“Don’t worry, I am just making sure none of us go back on what we agree on. There are no tricks involved, I will write all the conditions in front of you. If you want, you can be the one writing them as well.”
Zarathor was quick to calm the woman down.
Things, however, weren’t that simple,
“When did you meet them?” Nyssara questioned directly.
The Oath of Death, it was created from the unique ability of Nethrians, they are intangible beings who do not have a physical form, when face to face, they aren’t that big of a threat, however, Nethrians are masters when it comes to scheming, so much that the Association strictly forbade interacting with them.
“You don’t need to know that.
Are you going to take the Oath of Death or not?”
Zarathor questioned directly and in the end, Nyssara didn’t refuse.
“Alright.”
…
A/N: This is the Oath of Death Nyssara and Zarathor took in written form. (Read the terms and conditions properly before signing. Hehehe~) [OATH OF DEATH]
Faction One: Zarathor Armengon, Leader of the Third Force of the Galactic Association.
Faction Two: Nyssara Cicsik, Leader of the Fifth Force of the Galactic Association.
…
Faction One and Faction Two have discovered a world that both factions desire to devour.
Faction One and Faction Two acknowledge the importance of a fair resolution to determine the rightful Faction to devour the world.
Faction One and Faction Two agree to take the Oath of Death to settle their dispute through War and hope to start a strong alliance thereon.
…
Terms and Conditions:
1. War Agreement:
– Both parties agree to engage in a War to decide who wins the right to devour the world.
– The War will continue until one side surrenders.
2. Conduct of War:
– Each Faction shall utilize their respective forces and subordinates in the War.
– The War shall be conducted until one Faction declares surrender.
3. Post-War Terms:
– The winning side shall gain the exclusive right to devour the world in question.
– The losing side shall not leave the World until the winning side completely devours the world to ensure no leaks or interference.
4. Future Disputes:
– Regardless of the outcome of this War, if in the future a similar situation arises where either Faction One or Faction Two’s forces independently discover another world, the losing side of the current War shall have the right to devour that world.
5. Binding Nature:
– This Contract is binding and enforceable by both Faction One and Faction Two, and any violation of the terms herein will result in Death of the violating Faction.
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[Blood of the Faction Leaders]
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Yes I used some chatgpt for the Oath of Death, my writing ain’t that ‘official’. m dum dum
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