Re-Overlord: I Can Acquire Anything!
Chapter 173: Kill The Heir

Chapter 173: Kill The Heir

Click.

Suddenly, the room echoed with a low, mechanical click.

An old man seated near the far right corner discreetly pressed a hidden red button beneath the table.

BUZZZZ!

Instantly a deep hum rippled through the chamber and invisible energy surged around them as a translucent barrier shimmered into existence for a brief second, then vanished from sight.

Igaris felt it immediately.

His connection to the magical particles shattered like glass. It was as if the air itself had gone dead.

He clenched his fist and attempted to activate an magical ability.

But nothing happened.

Not even a flicker.

"Tch..." Igaris narrowed his eyes.

Seeing his frustration, a pleased chuckle followed.

"Don’t bother using your magic here, boy," the old man said, rising slowly from his chair. His voice held both pride and smugness. "This entire council chamber is sealed. No mana, no summoning, no mystical abilities will work here. We call it the Anti-Magic Domain."

He smiled, tapping his cane once against the floor. "After the Architect, it may be one of our greatest creations."

"LIES..." Evernight’s voice suddenly exploded like thunder.

She took a step forward, her eyes burning, her aura wild despite the suppression. Even without her magic, she radiated fury.

"You wretched, cowardly traitors!" she spat. "You expect me to believe you engineered this? Never! This domain... its structure, its flow... it’s nearly identical to the Ancient Mech Seal that is used to seal off the God Realm!"

The room froze at her words.

She pointed a trembling, accusing finger across the table.

"Which means one of you ventured into that forbidden space. You must have tampered with it. Maybe even tried to harness it. And in your greed... you have weakened the Seal!"

"Wh-what?!"

"Is this true?"

Gasps rippled through the room.

"And that’s why the Angels swarmed in, isn’t it?" she growled. "It was never random. You brought this upon us. You! The so-called protectors of humanity!"

Her voice cracked like a whip.

"Or worse... could it be that one of you colluded with the those fake gods? With the impostors hiding in celestial thrones, pretending to be divine?"

The tension in the chamber reached a peak. Some council members stared at each other nervously. Others turned pale.

And a few...

A few averted their eyes.

That was all Igaris needed to see.

He didn’t speak yet.

But his silence was a storm waiting to break.

"HUMMM!"

A sudden sound reverberated throughout the chamber like a war drum.

A towering S-Rank Mecha stationed in the corner of the room glowed faintly, then jolted awake. Its core pulsed with orange light. Steam hissed from its joints.

But it was not alone.

"Humm, humm, humm.."

One by one, more mechanical giants stormed into the chamber. The walls shook. From secret hatches and retractable ceiling panels, several Mechas burst into the round hall. Each was armed, activated, and ready for war.

Weapons charged.

Tactical visors glowed like predator eyes in the dark.

Panic rippled through the air.

Several Council members leapt to their feet.

"What is the meaning of this, Councilor Meraville?" barked a stern man in silver robes. "Are you seriously thinking of executing the Architect’s heir inside this hall? The public will burn down the capital if they learn of this. You’ll doom us all!"

Another banged the table with his fist. "Call them off! We should be uniting to hunt the real traitor, not starting civil war!"

Councilor Meraville did not flinch.

Instead, he let out a low, dark chuckle. It dripped with poison.

"Heh... Since the truth is already out," he said, eyes glinting behind his polished spectacles, "we may as well wipe the board clean."

His fingers twitched slightly.

The Mechas took a step forward in perfect unison.

A few gasps escaped the council.

"Councilor Meraville..." one of the younger councilmen whispered in disbelief. "You’re... you’re the traitor?"

Five men slowly rose from their seats, trembling as if the ground beneath them was crumbling.

Meraville turned his sly gaze toward them. "Not just me, William. The others... have chosen the future as well."

He extended a hand toward the remaining council members.

Out of twenty, only five stood in opposition.

The rest said nothing.

They didn’t move.

They didn’t deny.

Their silence was more damning than any confession.

"...You traitors..." William hissed. "How could you? How could all of you turn your backs on humanity?"

His eyes were bloodshot with fury.

"Think of the people. The ordinary citizens. The children. Hundreds of millions! What happens when your so-called gods decide they are no longer useful?"

A bitter snort came from the elderly woman who had mocked Igaris earlier. She stood, brushing dust from her aged gown.

"How long must we live under the shadow of those beings?" she spat. "For generations, we watched our ancestors wage a hopeless war. Mortals can never defeat gods. We’re just delaying the inevitable."

She glanced toward Igaris and Evernight with sharp contempt.

"So we chose the only logical path. We gave up."

The old woman lifted her chin, pride gleaming in her eyes.

"We made a deal with Sun God Helios. In return, he would bless our bloodlines. Our children and their children will inherit divine-compatible vessels. We will evolve into beings worthy of survival."

"No more war. No more fear. With surrender... comes peace."

Another man stepped forward. He had once been known as a strict lawmaker.

His voice came out flat, like dust.

"We never told you five, because your outdated values would only slow us down. You would try to stop us before we were ready."

"You bastards!" William roared. "You’re feeding the world to monsters. You’re not peacekeepers. You’re enablers of tyranny!"

"Our ancestors would weep in their graves if they saw what you’ve become. You shame the very legacy they fought for."

But Meraville only smiled.

A cruel, venomous smile.

"Maybe so," he whispered, "but the world is not made for the honest. It is carved by those willing to make impossible choices. And I choose survival... even if it comes wrapped in chains."

He lifted his hand.

The Mechas raised their arms in response.

The barrels of their cannons hummed.

All aimed at Igaris and Evernight.