Seducing the Guideverse With My System — Raising an Anomaly [BL]

New York City

"Phew. Thank the lord I packed my umbrella." A woman murmured as she stepped out of a taxi, opening up her umbrella.

She paid the driver, who flashed her a polite smile.

"Enjoy the rest of your morning."

"You too!"

They’d ended up talking about their shared love for cats on her way to work.

Just when she turned to rush into the cafe she worked in—she noticed something that made her come to an abrupt halt.

The downpour wasn’t exactly heavy. It trickled onto the streets of New York, barely a distraction to people in the middle of starting their day.

But all of a sudden... the falling raindrops reversed.

"What the..." The woman slowly lowered her umbrella, gaze rising to the sky.

She wasn’t imagining it.

All around the busy city, people stopped as well, watching as the raindrops rose back into the dark clouds.

"Ugh." Someone groaned, adjusting his trench coat. "Probably one of them Espers again."

Other people soon began sharing the same thought, although a few brought out their phones to record the peculiar weather phenomenon.

The woman from the taxi went on into the café soon enough.

"Morning, Elle!" A lady her age flashed her a smile from behind the counter. "Don’t worry. Business’ kinda slow today, so you didn’t miss much."

"Yeah. Morning, Mary." Elle shook her head, still occasionally throwing glances outside. "Are you noticing what’s happening out there? The craziest thing—the raindrops just started falling in reverse."

"Wait, what?" Mary unfolded her arms, quickly turning around the counter. "Whoa. Hold the fort for me, would ya?"

Elle didn’t get the chance to speak as her co-worker ran out. With a sigh, she made her way to the counter, ready to attend to a customer asking for a refill on his coffee.

"We interrupt our usual morning programme with breaking news," a news anchor’s voice blared from the television, forcing her to angle her head there. "As the IHC organises the twenty-seventh annual Grand Hunters Conclave... scattered reports from all around the globe have begun coming in about ’wrong’ phenomena affecting different cities."

Live clips from different parts of the world began rolling past the screen one by one, alongside location stamps.

Dying pigeons in Paris.

Fish in the Mediterranean changing migration courses en masse.

Clocks of all kinds all around Asia stopping with no plausible cause.

And then... the reversed raindrops in New York.

An uneasy knot tightened in Elle’s chest, her hand subconsciously reaching for the remote to increase the TV’s volume.

"These events are all being reported simultaneously." The anchor went on. "And while there has been no reported cause, many suspect it goes beyond a mere dungeon-related anomaly—just like the zombie apocalypse from over a month ago. Correspondents at Geneva are still unable to get coverage of the Conclave since it’s a private meeting, but this year is said to host several of the biggest names in the Hunter world. We—"

"Ma’am?" The customer in front of her murmured. "Uhm... my coffee?"

Elle snapped her neck to him. "Right... right, sorry!" She scurried to get him a refill, while still fixed on the screen as new reports from other cities rolled in.

What the fuck was going on in the world now?

★★★★★

Back At The Geneva Conclave

"What’s happening with Kali?" Wukong clicked a button that transmitted his voice strictly to the booths of the Pantheon members. "Kali? You haven’t spoken for over a minute now. What’s wrong?"

At this point, a few people had either begun standing or bringing their attention to the elevated booths.

Meanwhile, Ambrose was literally the only other person who had the slightest clue of what was going on.

’A timeline breach.’ He repeated what Aura said in his head seconds ago. ’If I’m taking those words literally—’

[Yes. Something foreign to this universe and timeline has breached past the sea of time and space and ended up in our reality.]

’... So they’re on Earth?’ The saliva he’d tried gulping down got stuck in his throat. ’The Archons. It has to be them.’

[Not ’them’. Just one.]

’That doesn’t erase what I said, Aura.’ He looked around at the faces of the hundreds of people mumbling or pointing at the booths. ’Kali’s connected to time so she probably sensed it too. The fact she’s disoriented to the point of being silent is enough to tell me how powerful that single Archon is.’

Shit!

Apollo slowly rose from his seat within the concealed booth, the soft scrape of his chair echoing louder than it had any right to inside the deathly silent hall. His voice flowed through the concealed speakers a heartbeat later.

"Hunter Kali is... temporarily unable to continue. I’ll be speaking in her place."

The whispers dwindled.

Every eye remained fixed on the six elevated booths.

"As many of you already know," Apollo continued, "the Pantheon remained largely silent throughout the incidents involving the Echo Rift, the Void Entity, the Purple Rift and the recent Washington Snow Rift. It was only after those events that Hunter Kali experienced... a vision."

He paused.

"A vision unlike anything she has ever witnessed."

No one interrupted.

"Within that vision she saw entities powerful enough to threaten not merely Earth, nor merely our universe, but existence on a scale none of us can properly comprehend. She saw worlds falling. Entire civilisations erased... She saw us fighting." Apollo’s expression hardened. "She also saw us losing."

A chill swept through the delegates.

Someone near the Ukrainian Federation table unconsciously pushed their chair backwards. Another delegate swallowed audibly.

"The Pantheon does not yet know everything about these beings," Apollo admitted. "We do not know their exact numbers. We do not know their complete intentions. But we know one thing beyond doubt." His voice lowered. "They are coming."

Questions immediately exploded throughout the chamber:

"Who are they?"

"How long do we have?"

"Can they be negotiated with?"

"Have they already entered our universe?"

"What exactly are we preparing for?"

Apollo waited for the noise to die down before answering with brutal honesty. "We don’t know."

That single sentence seemed to hit harder than any elaborate explanation could have.

Before another question could be asked, another chair scraped across the floor.

Ambrose stood, his frustration long since boiling over.

"With all due respect," he said, voice carrying across the chamber with surprising force, "we’re wasting precious time here."

The delegates gradually quieted again, attention shifting toward him.

"We’ve already established three undeniable facts."

He raised one finger.

"First, intelligent civilisations exist beyond Earth. Second, those civilisations are experiencing the very same abnormalities we are. And third, communication between worlds is possible."

His gaze swept across every Federation present.

"So why are we still debating whether we should reach out?"

Nobody answered.

"The universe is vast. If Rifts are opening across countless worlds, then somewhere out there are civilisations already fighting whatever is coming. They possess knowledge, resources and experience that we don’t."

His voice sharpened.

"Every minute we spend arguing about trust is another minute we’re allowing our greatest advantage to slip away." He looked directly toward the Pantheon booths. "We don’t have the luxury of fighting alone anymore."

Council Speaker Aileen slowly rose to her feet.

Her gavel struck the podium once, the sharp crack echoing throughout the Summit Hall.

"Order."

The room instantly fell silent.

"This proposal carries consequences that extend far beyond any individual Federation." Her composed gaze swept across every delegation present. "As such, no decision of this magnitude shall be made impulsively."

She folded her hands behind her back.

"Each Federation shall return to its assigned deliberation chamber. You have one hour. When this Conclave reconvenes..." Her eyes settled briefly on Ambrose, then the Pantheon booths. "...every Federation represented here will cast its vote."

The hall had never been so silent.

The fate of humanity’s first alliance beyond Earth had officially become a matter of global decision.

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