Chapter 9: :Lord Doomsday
Inside the USA Player Organization building, a white-haired man stood at the window, looking at their now desolated city. A lot had changed in recent weeks.
"Mr. Brown," said a male figure, surprisingly finding the office open as he walked in. "The players are here, at least level 30 as requested," said the male.
Mr. Brown turned around with a jovial smile and a scar on his left eye. "Eliot, do you think we’d stand a chance against the boss?" asked Mr. Brown.
Eliot didn’t know what to say. He stuttered and cleared his throat. "Well, we already have three players past level 30, so maybe we could have a chance."
"You think? Just three players against the man behind Earth’s fall? What if Aizen was right? What if he’s terrifying?"
"Because Aizen is obviously a coward."
As if replying to Mr. Brown, a man answered. He had a ponytail hairstyle, a red coat, and two swords at the left side of his waist.
"Mr. Julius, please pardon the lateness. Mr. Brown was already on his way," Eliot quickly apologized, but it seemed Julius took the situation lightheartedly with a smile.
He was much younger than Mr. Brown, and Julius’ smile was more contagious than Mr. Brown’s as well.
"I know what you’re thinking—if this could possibly be a suicide mission for us—but Mr. Brown, you should know we volunteered," said Julius.
Accompanying his words, a female adorned in golden armor fitting to her body and a muscular man walked inside the room.