Ex rank talent Awakening: 100% Dodge rate Chapter 299 CHAPTER 299: COPYCAT

The conference had reached a dead end. A heavy silence blanketed the grand chamber, where even the air seed reluctant to move. No one knew what to say or do next.

"So no one has a brilliant idea?" the Demon God asked grimly, his voice echoing off the ancient stone walls. His narrowed eyes swept the room, visibly displeased by the lack of response.

"I do have a plan," the Celestial King said, stepping forward. "It's one I've laid out for a while now. The fruits have yet to ripen, but if they do... our chances of success will be very high."

The others straightened in their seats.

"What's the plan? Let's hear it," asked the elf who served as a vessel for the World Tree. Her tone was skeptical but curious.

The Celestial King's voice was calm, calculated. "I've established secret contact with so of Rebecca's masked generals. Number Two, who will all know very well to be the dragon king has agreed to work with in bringing her down. According to him, Rebecca is in a weakened state. This is our best opportunity."

"How can you be sure this isn't a trap?" the Werewolf King asked, arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

"I'm confident it's not," the Celestial King replied. "He shared a secret—sothing only soone close to Rebecca would know. A fragnt of her soul resides in one of the foreigners that entered our world. Her na is Kate. If we eliminate her, Rebecca may weaken further... perhaps even die."

The room stirred. That sounded far too convenient to believe.

"You're not playing gas with us, are you?" the Dwarf God asked, his deep voice laced with suspicion.

"And why would I do that?" the Celestial King countered. "I have no reason to trick anyone here. This is bigger than all of us."

Xerd leaned forward. "So how do we get to this foreigner?"

"From all available information, she hasn't returned to Apocalypse in so ti, but Rebecca can still sense her presence—aning she's still alive. We have to find her before Rebecca recovers fully."

"But how?" Grey asked. "If the rifts between our worlds are closed, and she chooses not to return, we have no access. The admins of her world shut down every channel."

A knowing look crossed the Demon God's face. "You're forgetting the second thod," he said slowly.

The Dwarf God nodded in agreent. "Sixty percent approval from the Supres of Apocalypse. If we present a valid cause, the Universal Will is obligated to open a forced link between our worlds."

"And what better reason," the Demon God continued, "than protecting the universe by eliminating a rising threat like Rebecca?"

The Celestial King raised his hand. "Then let's vote. All in favor of invading the foreigners' world?"

The Demon God raised his hand. So did the Dwarf God, the Werewolf King, and Grey. Four hands in the air already.

"Why aren't the rest of you voting?" the Dwarf God asked, glaring at those who had abstained.

Jane folded her arms. "I don't think my husband will appreciate invading his world," she said flatly.

"You must be insane," the Werewolf King growled, disbelief twisting his expression.

"Shut up, mutt," Jane snapped.

"It doesn't matter what their reasons are," the Celestial King declared. "We have six votes in favor. That's enough. Let's summon the Universal Will and begin preparations."

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anwhile...

Greg returned to the Apocalypse world, descending upon the crimson wastelands with steady wings. His mana had finally replenished.

"Never let my mana pool run dry again," he muttered to himself, recalling the last battle where exhaustion had nearly cost him everything. He had been far too dependent on Dragon's Tongue, and now it was clear: he needed to boost his intelligence stats, or risk stagnation.

Still surrounded by divine energy, Greg turned toward a new goal—creating a race of his own. A personal race. Then he would return to grinding and digest the massive rewards from his last life-threatening battle.

The system responded.

[Are you sure you want to create your race now?]

[Y/N]

He selected Yes.

A massive holographic template appeared before him, prompting him to mold the race's appearance and write out their description.

[Na your race]

[Copycats]

Despite the na, the race didn't resemble cats in the slightest.

They had eyes with draconic slitted pupils—two front-facing eyes, one on each side, and two behind—granting them a perfect 360° vision. They had no nose, needing no oxygen to survive, making them adaptable to any terrain—be it ocean depths, the thin upper atmosphere, or even space itself.

These were not just a race.

They were survivors. Hunters. Evolution incarnate.

Greg smirked. He was going all in.

[Are you sure you want to create this race?]

[Y/N]

He selected Yes again.

[Warning: The race you are trying to create is too complex and powerful! Penalties will be imposed to create it.]

[Accept penalty?]

[Y/N]

Greg's eyes narrowed.

He chose Yes, already committed to the madness.

[5000 Divinity Points will be permanently deducted. Passive skill gain will remain functional, but active skills will be locked until you et the required stats again.]

[Your Universal Seed will also be sacrificed to provide the causality required to create the race.]

[Accept penalty?]

[Y/N]

Greg froze, stunned. "What the hell?!" he yelled.

"5000 divinity points? I'll be in a 3,000-point debt! That's overkill!" he growled. " I won't be able to use Heaven's Might anymore... System, this is robbery!"

[Host is being too greedy.]

[The system will remove all penalties if the host agrees to create a race with more reasonable features.]

Greg paused.

Then shook his head.

"Forget it. I accept the penalties," he said firmly.

When he truly considered it... it was worth the sacrifice. The race he just created could shift the tides of future wars. Add that to his growing number of loyal followers, and the war on the Demon Realm was now closer than ever.

Just as he finished the process, a massive alert echoed across the world:

[World Announcent!]

[The Supres of Apocalypse have imposed their rights.]

[Apocalypse and Earth will be forcefully connected in one week, allowing full access to Earth by Apocalypse natives!]

Greg's eyes widened. His fists clenched.