The Universe Is Innately Just 201 Clock Ticking Part Three

What could truly change the crux of the problem was tactics. If they wanted even to have one speck of a change to succeed, they needed to form a battle plan before the fight.

Although Fell didn't really feel that he was capable of birthing a plan better than the higher-ups there, Walter and the others still felt that his presence was necessary, and had asked for his to be part of the reunion.

The elevator opened, and a large corridor appeared in front of him. A man stood with his back against the wall, and Fell couldn't see his feature with clarity in the dimly lighted room. But just from the side of his face, he could see that the man gave off the impression that he didn't care about anything.

He even seems annoyed when looking at Fell, and lazily nodded before turning around. He began walking, clearly intending for the youth to just follow him. Fell didn't mind the man's action and walked behind his steps, and before long, they arrived in front of a wooden door. The lazed man sighted before pressing his arms against the door and opened it before stepping inside.

He only took a single step and stood in the door before turning toward Fell, showing him that he couldn't enter the room. Fell nodded and expressed a polite thanks to the man before stepping in the room.

The first thing that appeared in his eyes was the large circular table in the center of the room. Around it sat many middle-aged men and women, wearing suits and he noticed a clearly tired Walter in the middle of them. Just from the layout of the table, it could be seen who were the higher graded, and who were the lower ones.

Walter was clearly part of the later and had been silent for a long period of time before Fell arrived. His face lit up the moment he saw the cultivator from the Core, and he rose up from his seat with a smile on his aged face.

"Welcome, Fell, come here and sit close to me.", he then turned around and spoke in a loud yet respectful voice. "Everyone, I don't think I need to tell you who this youth is. I hope that in the case, he have any insight to share, you will listen to him.", he added before shoving the youth from the back.

Fell's vision traveled around the room. And his vision couldn't help but stop on a man wearing military clothing, as it was the first time he had seen a man in such cloth in New Casablanca. He knew from the existence of the old general that military forces existed on Earth, but ever since he began residing in the Central District, he had never met anyone else from any armed corp.

"You can ignore my presence.", said, Fell in a calm tone. "I don't think any of my insights can compare to wise men like you."

Flashes of surprise appeared in the faces of a few men, and the middle-aged man who had been present in the streets close to the macabre ballroom spoke in a brisk voice. "Do not humble yourself, young hero, this meeting is for all of us to find a reliable tactic to survive."

"We are all aware that the incoming war that will fill our streets is unavoidable. But even if we have to sacrifice thousands of lives to secure the life of a few innocent, then our bets will be won.", Fell couldn't help but see the man in a bright eye. Although his face was riddled with the ravage of time, and his body was far from capable of fighting any beast.

The old man gave him the impression he could take hundreds of fierce beasts with him in death.

The man wearing military clothing spoke in an unhurried tone, his coa.r.s.e voice sounded similar to grating steel plates. "If I remember correctly, the fierce beasts are only the first hurdle. There will also be attacks from the sky, right?", he added while looking at Fell with a piercing gaze.

Fell didn't avoid the man's glare and calmly responded to his question in a succinct manner. "The information about the aerial attack is quite lacking.", he paused and looked at the group of individuals in front of him. "Weapons unknown to us will be dropped from above, and if I'm not wrong, the danger from this is far superior to the ravage that will be caused by the beasts.

"Weapons?", repeated the military man with a hand on his chin. "You mean that they will bomb this city…", he mumbled under his breath. "If they mean unknown to us, then neutron and nuclear bombs are out of the scheme.", he added before falling silent.

"That's true that the s.h.i.+eld sheltering New Casablanca is sufficient to resist nuclear bombs without any difficulty.", added one of the men with light glinting in his pupils. Silence took over the reunion, and the many individuals in place racked their brains in search of an answer.

"If I'm not off the chart, the bombs they will be using are related to cultivators.". Fell said, breaking the silence in one go and gathering the attention of the higher-ups.

"What do you mean by cultivator bombs?", asked one of the men with a clenched fist that he nearly pounded on the table. His heart couldn't help but be taken by immense fear the moment he heard about bombs that could be created by cultivators. The concept and potential destruction caused by those weapons could truly wipe out a city.

"I'm not sure. But let's say that instead of using normal resources on those weapons, and instead of humanities' knowledge on radioactivity. a.s.suming that they use heaven and earth energy to fuel them, then it couldn't be surprising that the weapon's destructive potential could turn the moon into clouds of dust.", he added before shutting his