Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 903

Chapter 903: Association Announcement

And just like that, the break time came and went, without any of them offering a single iota of useful information for the government.

Grace spent those twelve minutes outside the suite telling three separate federal officials that Kaiden Grey remained biologically human and would not be detained unless a court order was signed.

Then she drank water so hard the bottle crackled, and called the Chairman.

The Chairman entered with two aides, one security commander, and eyes that said every contingency document he owned had just become historical fiction.

"Mister Grey."

"Chairman."

"I have received calls from four heads of state, two religious councils, and one billionaire who offered to fund a moon base if I could guarantee the sky won’t do that again."

Kaiden blinked.

The Chairman dryly examined the young man who didn’t seem intent on responding to what he just said, forcing him to ask, "Can you guarantee the sky won’t do that again?"

"No."

"Did you intend for it to happen?"

"No."

"Do you know what answered the artifact?"

"The source of my class, probably."

"Do you know what that means?"

"That my class has one hell of an ominous source."

"..." The Chairman didn’t know what to do with this shameless creature. Finally, he sighed. "So be it. We appreciate you taking the tests."

"Whatever benefits humanity, Chairman. I hope your findings will help us all," Kaiden spoke with an uncharacteristic, saintly aura that was giving PTSD to a certain high-ranking Awakened Association member.

For good measure, Kaiden added, "As discussed, my dungeon is open to your researchers as well."

"...They’ll arrive at the earliest possible time."

"Great," Kaiden nodded. "So, about our new ranks? Let me guess, I’m an F-tier?"

The Chairman chuckled at that, mysterious. "We’ll make the announcement within minutes."

...

Mira hadn’t moved from the bench since the sky opened.

She’d come for the reassessment results, same as Jess, same as all the people lining the streets outside the Association headquarters.

They’d camped here since morning with phones charged and fan accounts loaded, ready to screenshot the moment Valhalla’s Sinners’ official tiers finally climbed out of the F-tier gutter.

Then the sky had changed, and for one long second Mira had considered whether she was about to die.

The seven-armed thing hadn’t made a sound as it simply looked down, and every person on this street had understood with gut-level certainty that the planet was being observed by something that could close its hand and end everything.

People ran. Some dropped to their knees. A woman three benches down started screaming prayers in a language Mira didn’t recognize and kept going for twenty minutes. Association guards in full gear pushed barricades wider to keep the crush from killing someone.

Then it passed. The sky emptied.

But despite the running crowds, she’d stayed because it was the Sinners and no cosmic horror was going to rob her of seeing their F-tier tags finally change.

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