Global Disaster: I Will Slay Gods In This Second Chance!-Chapter 43: Each Regressor’s Title

Her words echoed in the silent hall, lingering briefly. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Everyone’s expressions remained indifferent, but unlike before, nobody dared to disregard her.

After Morgana’s introduction, the closest one to her seat followed.

On the left side of the table, a young man who seemed to be no more than 18 years of age swept his gaze through the table, showing an exceptionally heroic disposition.

After a brief glance, he introduced himself casually.

"Ye Fang."

"Immortal Emperor."

Some of the members subtly shifted their gaze, not expecting him to be so young.

Unlike the sharp and mature emperor in their memories, Ye Fang now seemed childish in comparison.

But despite his age or appearance, no one in the room dared to underestimate him.

His title spoke for itself—only a few could be honored with an emperor suffix, and he was the strongest even amongst them.

Although there was no strict ranking in their group, Immortal Emperor Ye Fang definitely had a spot amongst the strongest.

On the right side of the table, right across Ye Fang, a middle-aged man with bronze skin proceeded after him, commenting on his appearance.

"I didn’t expect the Emperor to be so young..."

Ye Fang only smiled, glancing at him.

The middle-aged man seemed to hail from Afrasia, in the north of Nileth. He had a long, sharp goatee, curving upwards.

Similar to Ye Fang, this man had a rather calm and mature disposition, but his aged appearance instead made him appear gloomy.

The middle-aged man smiled amicably, giving a brief nod.

"Velsefar El-Sayed."

"Shadow King."

Despite his grim and ominous title, Velsefar didn’t seem evil as his title suggested.

His gentle and compassionate smile made those who look at him feel reassured, like a dependable elder.

However, titles existed for a reason—though Shadow King doesn’t necessarily represent evil, Velsefar’s title in particular represented a far more sinister implication.

Morgana glanced at Velsefar, recalling his other title in their previous life.

The Necromancer.

But despite that, she couldn’t recall any time that he had committed an evil crime.

In fact, anyone who knew him seemed to view him favorably...

Morgana narrowed her eyes, thinking deeply.

The others seemed to have already moved on, shifting their gaze to the next member.

After Velsefar’s turn, the next one was a tall southern woman with a light skin tone.

She had a mature and gentle appearance, her eyes carrying a hint of maternal warmth, which made those who looked at her feel cared for.

Distinct red markings traced beneath her eyes, and a pair of tribal earrings swung gently from her ears.

When she felt everyone’s gaze land on her, she gave her name and title.

"Navai Koko."

"Southeastern Wayfarer."

Hearing her words, most of the members furrowed, casting a wary glance at her.

In the outside world, Navai had another title she was known for—the Sky Matriarch, the tribal leader who led Oseania to safety.

The reason they were wary of her was that they knew the details of how she had achieved such a feat.

Navai’s abilities were related to taming beasts.

It didn’t seem that special compared to theirs, but once the entire world was brought into the picture, her talent’s potential shot through the roof.

If left alone, Navai could tame the entire ocean and land, and nobody doubted it.

Terrifyingly, she attempted this once in their previous life, almost succeeding.

’She can’t succeed...’

Everyone couldn’t help but think of this as they looked at her warily.

Seemingly sensing the others’ thoughts, Navai smiled gently, accepting everyone’s gazes amicably.

"Hotata."

She said in a strange dialect.

Although everyone was confused, Navai had already shifted her gaze to the next member, looking at him curiously.

Across her seat, the next one was a thin, white-haired man with soft, feminine features.

He swept his gaze through the table, smiling slightly.

"Grail Gomez."

"Celestial Priest."

Unlike his title suggested, Grail looked more like an idol than a priest.

Perhaps that kind of appearance was in line with the tastes of extraterrestrial beings. After all, they were irresistibly drawn to him.

Unlike the others, Grail’s strength was immeasurable.

His abilities couldn’t be properly categorized, at best they could be called special, but at worst, they were "alien".

In their past life, killing Grail was impossible without bringing Apostle-level strength.

Velsefar glanced at him, thinking of something.

Morgana also pondered, recalling Salvante’s insistence to be part of the leadership stake,

Since Grail lived in Salvante and worked in the church, perhaps he was responsible for it...?

As if sensing others’ gazes on him, Grail smiled casually.

Very quickly, the others lost interest in him and moved their gazes to the next one.

The next one was the uncouth light-brown woman who mocked Michael earlier.

She seemed to be in her mid-twenties, possessing a rare, exotic beauty. If taken by her appearance alone, she could be mistaken for a princess.

Yet her slouched posture erased any elegance one might have expected from her, completely shattering that possibility.

Resting her head lazily, she spoke in a casual tone.

"Kaya Almouti."

"Secret Holder."

Looking at her, most had deep frowns on their faces.

If strictly ranked by strength, Kaya wasn’t worth mentioning in the group.

But still, who dared to underestimate her?

There was a saying in their previous life—

Morgana could still recall it clearly.

’When you want to find something even satellites can’t find, you go to the Secret Holder.’

The Secret Holder knew things about a person that the person didn’t even know themselves.

She knew where the hundred-year-old lost treasures were hidden away.

She knew stories and events that had never seen the light of day.

It was as if she had eyes scattered across the world, watching everything.

Hence, as long as she didn’t go overboard, most of them let her act as she pleased.

After introducing herself, Kaya looked at the next person.

Coming after her was the Mediterranean woman from earlier, sitting across Kaya’s position.

She had long, silky, luscious light-blonde hair, softly glowing in the dark. But perhaps more striking was her beautifully curved body, as if sculpted by the gods themselves.

She adjusted her glasses before giving a brief nod.

"Lofas Papadopoulos."

"Ancient Heir."

If one word could capture Lofas’ entire personality, it was ’precise’.

She was the type to only care about concrete possibilities, and never for slim chances, perhaps this was where her disinterest in emotions came from.

But outside of her personality, she wasn’t one to be underestimated either.

In their previous life, she had created countless technologies that aided humanity throughout the calamities.

Perhaps among all of the members, Lofas was the one person no one wanted to be harmed, as her existence was vital for humanity’s survival.

Morgana narrowed her eyes.

’Lofas lives in Olympira, it’s not a problem to cooperate with them more deeply.’

She brushed aside such thoughts and gazed at the next member.

After Lofas, the next one was a long, white-haired woman in her mid-twenties.

She had a refined and elegant appearance, inferior only to Morgana and Maria.

She lightly spoke.

"Anaya Hortensia."

"Silver Witch."

Amongst all of them, Anaya was the one best described as "Mage".

As the pioneer and leader of the Mage Association, she had founded many branches of magic.

Her knowledge of the magic was almost unrivaled!

’Almost.’

Morgana sighed, glancing at the member on the very end of the table.

After Anaya, the next member was a burly, dark-haired man whose size overshadowed everyone at the table.

He had pale white skin and a mature appearance, seemingly in his mid-thirties.

"Grisha Karmazov."

"Giant God."

Grisha was around 7’6 feet tall, supported by an extremely wide frame. His muscles popped out of his suit, threatening to tear apart his clothes.

If there was the myth of Atlas who carried heaven, Grisha was the person who could carry Atlas.

Even Beyond and the Immortal Emperor were no match for him in a head-on brawl.

Man, animal, and metal...

Grisha was akin to a God of Physical Strength.

Nobody can argue against his strength.

’The Kremlov Legend...’

Morgana recalled rumors about him on the outside. Even Grisha hadn’t been idle during this time.

The others soon moved their gazes elsewhere, a deep frown appearing on their faces for the first time.

After Grisha, the next member was a thin, dark-haired, mature man with sharp and masculine features.

Compared to others, he didn’t seem extremely exceptional, but he never gave the feeling that he was inferior to others.

The mature man swept his gaze calmly, taking his time to observe everyone’s reactions.

But nobody rushed him, even openly sizing him up.

If there was a man who transcended the world, yet hadn’t become a monster nor god, then what could he be?

After a brief pause, the man introduced himself.

"Fabian Lehmann."

"Übermensch."

The answer was clear—he was Fabian.

Übermensch meant a man who has transcended the world, standing over concepts like life, suffering, good, and evil.

In a sense, Fabian had reached the truth of living.

The others were silent, looking at him deeply.

Whether it was intelligence or strength, few could come close to Fabian.

He represented the term "transcendent human" the best, keeping all the best traits of humanity, and discarding all that held him back.

After his introduction, a middle-aged man with a rough appearance went next.

A large scar ran across his face, proof of his unusual background.

He spoke quietly.

"Baldur Chalain."

"Divine Spear."

From his appearance alone, one could tell he was a man of few words.

But beneath such quietness was a sharp edge that nobody dared to underestimate in the slightest.

Amongst them, Baldur couldn’t be considered among the strongest, but if it’s from sheer experience alone, he dwarfed everyone.

A saying goes from their past life.

If you wanted to defeat someone, bring the Beast God or Beyond.

But if you want to kill someone, bring only Baldur,

Everyone glanced at him quietly, each having their own contemplation.

Coming after Baldur, the next one was a thin blonde-haired man with an exceptional appearance.

He had slitted eyes and a presence that seemed entirely invisible.

Nagito introduced himself with a small smile.

"Nagito Ryota."

"Hidden Sun."

Besides his faint presence, Nagito was also known for his speed.

Rumors say he could kill his opponents a thousand times in different ways in a second... but no one could confirm it, as every one of his opponents died in less than a second.

After Nagito, the next one was a brown-haired woman with flawless white skin, a soft smile forming on her lips.

Her eyes were like amethyst, pulling everyone’s gaze.

Compared to the person in their memories, Maria’s beauty seemed to have improved further.

She spoke softly.

"Maria Auburn."

"Sword Saintess."

Someone unprovokable.

That was what most thought of Maria, considering her past history.

But still, her kindness was genuine, making most of the members feel a favorable impression towards her.

Then, the next one was Michael, who was smiling casually.

He spoke calmly.

"Michael Reegan."

"Beyond."

Everyone should have been focused on him, yet their attention was immediately drawn to the final member.

Michael shifted his gaze, and even those who weren’t that interested in the others’ introduction, like Kaya, suddenly raised their eyes.

The last one was Zold.

He didn’t seem to have much of a presence, but everyone at the table had their gazes locked on him—it was as though they could ignore the others, but he was someone that they could never ignore, no matter what.

Zold swept his gaze, then introduced himself slowly.

"Zold Starks."

"The One Without Equal."