Reborn With the Infinite Gods System

President Seo Jihnyuk and Isagi Yoma, the president of Kyota, walked in silence through the grand halls. The air was thick with tension, despite the countless armed guards standing alert at every corner. Hunters ranging from C-rank to A-rank stood as the primary defense for this national summit.

Both men were keenly aware of the gravity of this gathering—a meeting of all global leaders, something that had not been called since the devastating Metorion outbreak.

"This is really bothering me, Seo," Isagi muttered, his voice low. His shoulders slumped under the weight of his role as a leader. "I hope it's not another global pandemic like the Metorion. We're barely holding it together with the Fatek's invasion, and now this."

Seo remained silent, his eyes scanning the faces of the guards as they passed. Nothing about this situation sat well with him. He had a gut feeling that whatever was about to be discussed in that meeting room wasn't just bad—it was catastrophic. Instead of replying, he shook his head, grimly resigned to whatever was coming.

The two leaders reached the conference room at the end of the corridor. They were guided by an attendant to their seats, situated in the center of the vast room. Rows of dignitaries from across the world were already present. Normally, these leaders would greet each other, but today, there were no pleasantries.

Everyone's faces were tight with worry, their expressions mirroring Seo and Isagi's own fears.

Minutes passed before two figures emerged onto the stage. The first was Walter, the World Military Chief, a man known for his no-nonsense demeanor. Standing beside him was an imposing figure with green skin and a twisted face that resembled a grotesque blend of human and alien. There was no need for anyone to ask—it was obvious this being was not of Earth.

An uneasy stillness settled over the room.

Walter was the first to speak, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "This is Clyde," he said, gesturing to the green-skinned figure. "He's from Mars. His actual name is unpronounceable for human tongues, so I gave him this one. And, for those who don't know me, I'm Walter.

I'm here to make sure you all take Clyde's words seriously because what he has to say determines the future of our planet."

Walter stepped aside, allowing Clyde to move forward. The Martian alien straightened, his expression unreadable as he surveyed the crowd. He cleared his throat—a sound that resonated like rocks grinding together—before he spoke.

"Our planets are in grave danger," Clyde began, his voice deep and methodical. "The sun, all the resources of our solar system—everything is at risk. There is a species more powerful than the Fatek, and even they fear it. This race has ravaged entire galaxies, consuming everything in their path. They are a plague, and they are coming for us."

Murmurs erupted through the crowd. Some leaders glanced at each other in disbelief, while others remained frozen, their eyes locked on Clyde. He waited for the noise to die down before continuing.

"They are called Void Walkers," Clyde said, his voice dropping lower. "They feed on any form of energy, and in less than a month, they will arrive in our solar system. Earth, Mars, everything will be consumed."

A president from the back of the room stood up, his voice loud with defiance. "Our hunters have handled world-ending threats before. What's stopping them from dealing with these Void Walkers?"

Clyde shook his head, a grim look crossing his twisted features. "You cannot fight a creature that feeds on the very energy your hunters rely on. It's like trying to extinguish a fire with gasoline. Fighting them will be futile. There is no way to stop a Void Walker."

The room erupted into chaos. Voices overlapped in panic and anger. Some shouted accusations at Clyde, others demanded answers from Walter. The situation was spiraling, fear gripping the hearts of these world leaders.

"Are you *kidding* me?" a voice yelled. "What do you expect us to do if they're unstoppable?"

"This is ridiculous! What do you suggest, then, alien?" another president shouted, his face flushed with anger.

Clyde's eyes flickered with uncertainty as the pressure of the room intensified. Walter noticed this and stepped forward to calm the escalating situation.

"Let's not lose our heads," Walter said, raising his hand for silence. "Clyde is offering us a chance to prepare. Mars is willing to work with us to find a solution. But we need to face this together. If we remain divided, the Void Walkers will tear us apart. I understand how dire this sounds, but if there's one thing I suggest, it's this: spend the next month with those you love.

Cherish the time you have."

The weight of his words settled over the room like a dark cloud. Slowly, the shouting subsided, replaced by a profound, solemn silence. The leaders, many of whom were hardened by war and disaster, sat in stunned contemplation. Their worst fears had been realized. A threat more deadly than any they had faced was hurtling toward them, and they had no defense.

Isagi let out a long, frustrated sigh, running a hand through his graying hair. "The Fatek were supposed to be our biggest concern... now this?" he muttered to himself.

Seo bit his lip, trying to suppress the growing dread in his chest. He clenched his fists tightly under the table, his mind racing. "A universal plague," he whispered. "Our existence is truly cursed."

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Far away, in a dark, facility, Mimiko's head snapped toward a cracking sound. She had been resting on a metal railing, observing the ominous glow of the massive Mother Cell. Slowly, she stepped forward, her eyes widening in awe. The enormous egg, cradled within the Mother Cell's tendrils, had developed a jagged crack.

"Finally," she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. "The Perfect Cell... it's almost ready."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she gazed at the magnificent sight. For years, they had worked toward this moment—the creation of the ultimate biological weapon. As she watched, shadowy figures began to emerge from the deep recesses of the hall. They moved with an eerie grace, their forms grotesque and misshapen. These were the Half-Perfect Cells, lesser creations that had been born before this one.

But this one... this was different.

Mimiko smiled, her voice filled with reverence. "The dream Metorion envisioned... the extinction of this planet... it will begin soon."