I Possess the SSS Skill: Future Sight-Chapter 27: The Meeting

— Damian Ivaris’s POV —

The car came to a perfectly smooth stop.

The driver opened the door, and the cool, pristine air of Elysium’s hilltop slapped against my face.

Kirion stepped out first, in all his imposing presence, followed by Valisera, who jumped out lightly and gracefully, her silver hair fluttering with the night breeze.

Then I stepped out... carrying a trash bag filled with chicken bones.

When I looked ahead, I forgot the oil, forgot the bones, and forgot my dignity.

Kaiser Dravion’s palace was not just a building; it was a monument to absolute power.

It stretched across the peak of Elysium’s central hill, surrounded by walls of black "Eitral Titanium" rising dozens of meters high, glowing with dark blue engravings that prevented any aerial or magical intrusion.

The main gate was made of white gold, so massive that a full-grown dragon could pass through without touching the sides.

On both sides of the wide red carpet leading to the entrance stood the guards.

I swallowed with difficulty. The guards of Supreme Dravion.

They wore heavy black-and-crimson armor, their faces hidden behind sealed helmets. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

But the auras emanating from them... my God!

Each guard—every single one of those dozens lined up like statues—was radiating Eitra that easily surpassed Rank A+!

Some of them were brushing against Rank S-! Gate guards!

Just gate guards possessing the power of FBI commanders!

My knees began to tremble.

My own Eitra, Rank A, shrank inside my body like a terrified cat hiding under a bed.

I struggled to breathe as I dragged my feet behind Kirion and Valisera.

"Throw that thing in the bin over there, then catch up quickly and don’t stand like an idiot," Valisera whispered without turning, pointing toward a golden container—yes, a golden trash bin!—designated for guests.

I hurried, disposed of the cursed bag, wiped my hands with a tissue, then ran after them like a lost puppy.

We entered through the massive doors into the main reception hall.

If the outside was majestic, the inside was blinding.

Giant chandeliers hung from a ceiling adorned with epic paintings depicting the Seven Supremes crushing calamities.

The floor was made of pure black marble, reflecting faces like a mirror.

The hall was packed with "whales."

Generals in medal-decorated military uniforms, corporate figures in suits made of magical spider silk, and terrifyingly familiar faces.

The Director of the CIA was there, standing with a group of his S-rank commanders, speaking calmly while sipping expensive champagne.

On the opposite side stood the Director of the FBI, our supreme superior, surrounded by a group of faction leaders.

He was a man in his late fifties, his features hardened by years of authority, neatly styled gray hair, and cold eyes that weighed everything.

The historical rivalry between the FBI—responsible for internal security and crime—and the CIA—responsible for external operations, assassinations, and espionage—was obvious.

They stood like two armies preparing for battle, and the exchanged glances were enough to ignite a fire.

As soon as Kirion and Valisera entered, some heads turned.

"Kirion!" called a massive general from the FBI side, five stars on his shoulder.

"Finally, you’ve arrived. Is this the prodigy girl?"

Generals and commanders approached to exchange greetings.

The smiles were painted, but the tones were sharp, and the words were laced with political poison.

"Welcome, General Harold," Kirion said in his steady voice, shaking his hand firmly.

"Yes, this is Valisera. Commander of the Oversight Unit."

Valisera was supposed to smile.

She was supposed to give a military salute.

She was supposed to show even a shred of respect to generals twice her age and higher in rank—even if she matched them in power—but she didn’t.

Instead... she was still looking at her phone.

"Damn it..." I muttered to myself, standing behind Kirion, trying to disappear.

Valisera wasn’t reading a report.

She was playing a game!

I swear I could hear the faint music of a color-matching game coming from her device.

General Harold frowned and extended his rough hand toward her for a handshake.

"Pleasure to meet you, my daughter. I’ve heard a lot about—"

She didn’t lift her head.

She didn’t extend her hand. She simply stepped aside coldly, completely ignoring his outstretched hand, and walked toward the luxury appetizer table to pick up a strawberry coated in edible gold.

A deadly silence fell over that part of the hall.

General Harold’s hand remained suspended in the air for a few seconds, and his face turned a deep red.

The veins in his neck bulged as if they might burst.

If anyone else had done this, the general would have crushed them on the spot. But this was Valisera.

An S- rank at a teenage age. An untouchable intelligence monster.

The general swallowed his humiliation and slowly lowered his hand.

Kirion closed his eyes again, as if silently reciting a prayer for patience.

As for me, I was trembling, wishing the marble floor would split open and swallow me before anyone noticed me and I became the scapegoat for these giants’ غضب.

"Well..." the Director of the FBI broke the silence with political finesse, gesturing toward the massive inner doors.

"I believe it’s time. The Grand Meeting Hall has been opened. Let us take our seats before the Supreme arrives."

Movement began. The crowd flowed—this elite of human monsters—through the golden doors toward the "real stage."

I followed silently, making sure to stay in Kirion’s shadow.

We entered the meeting hall.

What a hall. It wasn’t just a room; it looked as though it was built for Supremes, not humans.

A massive round table made from the wood of the "Dark Eitra Tree," black and gleaming, stood at the center of a chamber large enough to hold hundreds.

The chairs around the table were numbered, and the lighting was dim and dramatic.

The great leaders took their places around the main table. The FBI Director, the CIA Director, prominent generals, Kirion, and Valisera—who finally tossed her phone onto the table and yawned in boredom.

As for me, and the rest of the assistants or lower ranks (most of whom were A+ or S-), we stood behind our leaders’ chairs like statues.

I stood behind Valisera’s chair, trying to control my breathing.

The combined auras in this room were enough to create atmospheric pressure capable of crushing bones.

The air was heavy, saturated with tension and suppressed hostility between factions waiting for a chance to tear each other apart.

But despite all this overwhelming presence... there was one empty chair.

The chair at the head of the table. Larger and more luxurious than the rest.

A chair made from the bones of a real SS-rank beast and covered in gold and blood-colored silk.

A small throne.

Kaiser Dravion’s throne.

It was empty.

Five minutes of absolute silence passed.

No one dared to whisper.

No one dared to drink from the crystal glasses in front of them.

The tension rose like water in a sealed room.

Everyone was waiting for the ruler.

Everyone was waiting for the Supreme who held the reins of their souls.

Ten minutes.

I began sweating again. The tension was killing me. Would he be late? Had he decided to execute us all?

And then...

The atmospheric pressure in the room... vanished.

Not like the calm before a storm.

It was as if the entire room had been transported in a fraction of a second from Earth to the bottom of the Mariana Trench.

The air became solid, dense like wet cement.

General Harold, who had been boiling with anger moments ago, turned pale as paper.

The CIA Director stopped breathing. Even Valisera, who had been idly playing with her nails, froze; the rebellious smile vanished from her lips, replaced by a sharp, blade-like focus.

We didn’t hear the doors open.

We didn’t hear footsteps.

He was simply... there.

The shadows in the room gathered and condensed at the entrance, and from within them, a human figure emerged.

He took a single step into the hall.

Boom!

It wasn’t a physical sound.

It was a terrifying pulse of pure, absolute, overwhelming Eitra that struck our minds directly.

My weak Rank A human body couldn’t endure it.

I dropped to one knee behind Valisera’s chair, my eyes wide, blood slowly beginning to trickle from my nose.

I wasn’t the only one. Many A+ assistants immediately fell to their knees as if gravity had multiplied tenfold.

The monsters seated at the table—the S-rank leaders—were trembling.

They tried to keep their backs straight, but cold sweat covered their faces.

I couldn’t lift my head to look at him directly.

It was like staring at the blazing sun with naked eyes; it would blind you.

I only saw his elegant black leather shoes as he walked slowly, with measured steps, toward the empty chair at the head of the table.

Kaiser Dravion, the Supreme who ruled Elysium, had arrived.

And with him, death entered the room and took a seat as an honored guest.