Is this really a Game?!

"Tell Greenie to give me a report later, he can wait for me in the building, or he can send someone there if he's busy, I'll be back in about half an hour," Reign told one of Elijah's teammates who nodded at him without any questions before Reign started making his way toward the warehouse.

He entered the warehouse before going down and making his way over to the cemetery. He put a robe on so that others wouldn't recognize him as there were some people in the underground city, most of them were adventurers that were making their way toward the ants in order to farm them for exp, others were there for the same purpose as Reign, to visit the cemetery.

Reign walked over to the cemetery and stared at the 35 new graves that had been made yesterday.

He took out a bottle of whiskey before walking next to all of them and spilling a bit on most of the graves, only missing those that he knew never drank.

Upon coming to the final grave, he crouched down next to it before spilling a bit and then drinking the mouthful that was left inside.

"Sorry, I should've noticed his actions earlier, perhaps I would have been able to save you and your men if I hadn't been focusing on those that stood behind the army." Reign said as he stared at the name that was etched in the stone of the grave.

[ Marco 'The Jackal' Braga ]

"You helped me a lot, told me something about our parents that none of us knew, as well as Carlos, that bastard." Reign spoke in a solemn tone before placing the bottle next to the grave.

"I only hope that you find peace, wherever you are now." Reign said before flashing a sad smile and simply staring at the ceiling.

He didn't know Marco for a long time, and neither was he that close to him, but his heart was still in pain after seeing his grave. Without meeting him, perhaps he would still be in the dark when it came to the fact that mana had existed on Earth before the system's arrival.

He might still not know his father's true identity, nor the person that is most likely the one that killed his parents.

He felt that he owed the man, which was why he had immediately given him the option of coming over to the territory. He made sure he and his people were well received by the players and over time, they blended in with great ease, making them a valuable part of the community.

Reign could've taken Marco's soul when the latter died, but he decided against it. Even though taking his soul and allowing him to see how he defeated Carlos and then later executed him might have given Marco some closure, he felt that simply taking the souls of his own men was immoral and he would never do it if he didn't have to.

Reign spent some more time in the cemetery before making his way back to the surface and entering his building. Upon making his way to the top of the building where the offices were, he saw Greenie waiting for him.

"So, I heard you went to check out the holes?"

"Yes, it's not good, they have almost doubled in size since yesterday," Greenie said with some worry in his voice as Reign narrowed his eyes upon hearing his words.

"It seems that the barriers will be disappearing in the next couple of days, even without them fully gone, the monsters will be able to make their way over to other areas with relative ease now thanks to the fact that the holes are that big."

"The territory will be safe, however, as we already have a ton of high-level combatants that are miles above what the monsters that are nearby can ever hope to reach in a short period of time."

Reign wasn't that worried about the barriers now, with the enemy gone, there was relatively nothing that could threaten Doncaster now, even without himself and the others present.

The only threat that could potentially arise would be if the demons decided to attack them, but they were so far away and had their hands full with the Tier IV monsters that were coming out of the depths of the mountain range that they simply could not afford to do so right now.

By the time the demons might have enough combatants at the Tier IV realm so that they could defend their territories and attack Doncaster, there would definitely be more Tier IV combatants amongst those in Doncaster as well.

What Reign was planning on doing the next couple of days was simple, he was going to relax and check out the territory, making sure that nothing was out of place.

He once tried to go to the ice gem and try to learn the ice ability, but he was not successful and decided against trying to learn it as it would take too much time.

Some players had already managed to gain the ability, but it was nothing special for now as they had to level it up and grow its strength before making it effective during battle. After all, the ability most of them had gained was quite low-ranked and they would need to bring it higher first.

Reign on the other side now had 4 innate abilities, something that he hasn't heard of anybody having. There were cases of people having more than one innate ability, and he also heard that there was a chance to gain more innate abilities later on, but it was very rare.

For a person to actually have four innate abilities was incredibly rare and Reign now simply didn't have any reason to try and get any other ability. Even if he did get one, they would never be as powerful as his innate abilities anyway.

Wolf and the others still tried to gain something from the ice gem, and some of them had progressed. They didn't have a lot of time to ponder and try to get an ability as some other people did, but Wolf and Tank were relatively close to getting it, while Shadow was somewhat certain he could get it with some more practice.

With the elders of the organization captured, Reign and Wolf only needed to wait before finally getting the information they wanted to get. They wanted to destroy the enemy once and for all and make sure that they would never have a chance to return.

That could only be done if they were able to gain access to their base and destroy everything. They knew that there were still some members left in the base, but without their leader and most of the higher-ranked members there, they were nowhere as powerful as before and the two of them were more than enough to destroy them.

And just like that, 5 days passed.

The centaur and the old demon were killed three days ago. The centaur had only joined the enemy because he saw how powerful they were and wanted to gain a powerful ally. Even though there was little animosity between his tribe and Doncaster, he was still one of those that attacked and Reign decided against trying to form an alliance with the centaurs by sparing their leader.

The centaurs were not that powerful, especially after most of their powerful members had died during the battle. With their leader gone, they were now much weaker than Doncaster, and Reign had no use for such beings.

The old demon was of course killed because he was a demon. With one of their Tier IV leaders dead, the demons would definitely be weakened, at least slightly.

Reign would never take any deals with demons, nor would he ever cooperate with them. Their presence alone disgusted him, and now he knew why.

Demons were different from other beings in the universe. They were all bound to each other and were one of the primal races, each race of the demons actually had the same origin, and it was said that the first one was born out of Chaos itself, but was not a Chaosborn.

An anomaly would be the better term.

An anomaly that only had one goal, to destroy everything.

As a Nephilim, a being that had powers over life and death and was supposed to have the perfect balance over it, a being that was on the extreme of one spectrum was something that made him disgusted.

He didn't know if it was only him, or that all Nephilims were like that, he would ask Raziel the next time he would see him, but Reign knew one thing, and that was that he would never have any dealings with demons and would slaughter all that he came across.

After 5 days, the elders were now finally able to talk. The seals were gone, and Wolf had placed them all inside the room where he and Reign were sitting down and waiting for them to speak.