"I was captured by the Alliance."
"What...?"
"I was searching for information about Soul Weapons, and about the one who sent Velkaria after Earth when Yaleth died here.
"During the search, I got caught in a crossfire between the Forgotten Suns and the Alliance."
Jack leaned forward.
His hand tightened around the mug.
"And then?"
"I survived," Neo said simply. "But the Alliance noticed something was wrong with me. I survived a battlefield where Stage 5 Gods were slaughtered like chickens.
"They figured out I was a Heavenbreaker. Then they tried to extract my Willpower."
Jack’s body went cold.
His lips parted, but no words came out.
He could only imagine how much Neo must have endured.
And yet, to his horror, Neo’s story didn’t stop there.
"When they failed to extract it," Neo continued, "they decided to turn me into a Berserker.
"They sent me to a Site.
"Their plan was to take me back once I had become a Stage 4 Berserker.
"I was there for fifteen thousand years, fighting and surviving.
"In the end, I conquered the Site and came out a Stage 5. The Alliance wasn’t prepared for that."
He had a conflicting look in his eyes.
"And I met someone there. Someone who helped me escape."
The mug in Jack’s hand cracked.
Beer spilled over his fingers as the glass shattered.
His chest burned.
"Those bastards.... I’m going to kill them."
He pushed himself up from his seat, but before he could take a step, a faint weight pressed onto his shoulders, enough to stop him.
Neo had stopped him.
"Where are you going?" Neo asked.
"Where else? I’m going to fight them."
Neo studied him for a moment, then smiled faintly.
"Thank you for your thoughts. But that’s not necessary. The Alliance’s strength isn’t something we can handle right now."
"That doesn’t mean we should just let them walk over us—"
"And I will get my revenge with my own hands."
Jack froze at his friend’s words.
The conviction in Neo’s voice was like steel.
Slowly, he sat back down.
Neo didn’t waste the moment, and explained. "I have multiple breakthroughs to complete. After I finish speaking with all of you and complete them, I’ll go after the Alliance."
"I’ll come with you," Jack said.
"No—"
"I will either go alone, or with you."
For a while Neo only looked at him. Then he sighed.
"Fine. We’ll do it together. Just don’t go alone."
It was clear to Neo that Jack wouldn’t back down. It was better to go together than to risk losing him.
Neo leaned back slightly, letting the tension ease.
"Anyway, have you met with Nyx?"
"What?"
"Have you ever talked with Nyx since you found out she was a Grim Reaper disciple?"
"...Layla never let me."
"Alright. Let’s go now."
Jack blinked, surprised. "What? I’m a living being. I won’t be allowed into the Underworld even if you bring me there. The Grim Reapers would—"
"I’m going to kill you. You’ll meet Nyx in Underworld that way, and then I’ll revive you."
Jack’s expression stiffened.
Neo chuckled at the look on his face.
"I’m joking. Don’t worry about the Grim Reapers. You’re already dead, if you haven’t realized.
"You are a Necromancer, after all.
"And if they still complain, I’ll bring Nyx into the living world instead of dragging you there. They can’t argue with that," Neo said.
Jack breathed out slowly, then gave a small nod.
Neo could indeed create a Death World and summon Nyx there.
That was enough.
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