From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals-Chapter 585: Plot and Plans

Jui-Lao’s eyes narrowed slightly, a thoughtful frown crossing his face. "You’re confident, as always. But remember, he’s not alone. Ty has managed to rally some capable allies. They’ll fight for him if it comes down to it."

Alexander gave a short nod. "I’ve already thought about that. I have a few people in mind to deal with them—get them separated. The goal isn’t to waste time fighting everyone. We find the King, we kill him, and then we retreat. Let them kill each other until only the last four are left standing. Then we move on to the next round."

Jui-Lao crossed his arms, his gaze shifting from the map to Alexander’s face. "And what about Ty? You’re set on eliminating him?"

Alexander paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. "If I come across him, I’ll take the opportunity. But I’m not letting him distract me from the main objective. We need to deal with the King first. Everything else is secondary."

Jui-Lao tilted his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "You know, I received an unusual warning recently—from a fairy creature. She seemed quite adamant that Ty the Demon should be protected."

Alexander’s expression flickered, just for a moment. His eyes moved back to the sketch of Ty, the words on the letter from his father suddenly echoing in his mind. The warning, the suggestion to avoid engaging with Ty. It all seemed to line up—too neatly.

"A fairy creature?" Alexander repeated, his voice cold, but there was a questioning edge to it.

Jui-Lao nodded. "Yes, she was insistent. Almost frantic about it. She claimed Ty was important in ways that went beyond this tournament. That there are forces at work we don’t fully understand." He paused, his eyes narrowing as he watched Alexander. "She warned me that eliminating him might play into someone else’s hands. Perhaps the tournament organizers. Perhaps something worse."

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Alexander’s jaw tightened, his gaze darkening. He didn’t like the implications—the idea that there were layers to this tournament that even he wasn’t aware of. The scroll from his father had already suggested as much, but hearing it again, from Jui-Lao, made it harder to dismiss.

"And you believe her?" Alexander asked, his voice low, measured.

Jui-Lao’s lips curved into a small smile. "Well, she was majestic," he said, a glimmer of wonder in his eyes. "She claimed she was brought down by the Titan Goddess herself... but regardless." He paused, his gaze sharpening as it locked onto Alexander’s. "How do you plan to handle all of this? Show me again—what’s the full plan?"

Alexander studied Jui-Lao for a moment, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. He didn’t appreciate being questioned, but he knew Jui-Lao well enough to understand it wasn’t doubt—it was preparation. They both needed clarity.

"Fine," Alexander said, stepping back towards the table, adjusting the markers that represented their forces and the Midnights. "Our goal is simple: eliminate the King of the Midnights. But to achieve that, we need to be smart about it."

He pointed at the map, tracing the path towards the stronghold. "My squad is leading the primary assault. We’re drawing their focus right at the front, and we’ll use Marcus and his team for the diversion. They’ll flank from the right, using their abilities to make it seem like we have more numbers than we actually do."

Alexander’s gaze shifted to Jui-Lao. "You’re with me. Your Titan’s Resilience will make you a tank at the front, keeping their forces occupied while I slip through. Your role is to create enough of a presence to force them to throw everything at our frontal attack."

Jui-Lao nodded, his expression turning serious. "So I’m the bait," he said, though there was no hint of complaint in his voice—only acknowledgment.

Alexander gave a short nod. "The bait, but also the force. If anyone tries to collapse on us, you can unleash Tremor Burst to keep them disoriented. It’ll buy us the time we need to reach the King."

Jui-Lao glanced at the map, his eyes flicking to the marker that represented Ty’s position. "And what about Ty? You’re still aiming to avoid him?"

Alexander’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the sketch of Ty lying on the table. "If he crosses my path, I’ll deal with him. But he’s not the priority. The King is the objective. The Demon can wait."

Jui-Lao’s gaze remained on Alexander for a moment, then he tilted his head, curiosity in his eyes. "And if the fairy was right? If Ty has some greater role in this tournament?"

Alexander paused, his gaze dropping back to the sketch. The words of the letter from his father echoed in his mind—warnings about Ty, about the organizers wanting them to weaken each other. And now, Jui-Lao, with his mention of the fairy. It all pointed to something deeper at play.

"If Ty has a role beyond this tournament," Alexander said, his voice cold, "then that’s something we’ll deal with later. For now, he’s just another contestant, and we don’t let him distract us from the main target. We focus on the King, eliminate him, and move on."

Jui-Lao nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer. He leaned over the table, examining the placement of their forces. "So, Marcus on the right with the diversion, you and me pushing the center. And what about the left?"

Alexander adjusted a marker, placing it near the enemy’s likely fallback position. "The left side is for infiltration. I’ve assigned a small team to slip in through the terrain and cut off any retreat. They’re specialists—shadow manipulation, sound dampening. Their job is to find the King and prevent him from fleeing when we make our push. They keep us informed, and when we’re ready, we converge."

Jui-Lao looked at Alexander, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "A well-rounded plan, I must say. You’ve thought of everything."

Alexander didn’t respond to the compliment. Instead, he focused on the map, repositioning a few of the markers. "We move fast. We strike hard. No hesitation. We eliminate the King, then pull back before they know what hit them. Marcus’s diversion will be key—if he can make enough noise, they’ll overcommit to defending that side."

Jui-Lao nodded slowly, leaning back. "And Marcus will bring that chaos," he said with a smirk. "You know he lives for that kind of drama."

Marcus leaned forward, his grin widening as he looked at the map. "Damn right. You know I was born for this kind of thing."

Alexander gave him a curt nod. "Your skills are going to be essential, Marcus. We need them confused and on edge. Use your Inward skill, Mirage Pulse, to create a false army—make them see threats where there are none. I need those illusions to be so real that they can’t tell what’s real and what’s not."

Marcus smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Mirage Pulse, huh? Yeah, I can do that. I’ll make them think there’s a whole legion coming for them."

Alexander continued, shifting another marker on the map. "Wei," he called, and Wei stepped forward, his movements nearly soundless, his presence barely noticeable.

Wei’s voice was quiet, measured. "Infiltration, correct?"

Alexander nodded. "Yes. Your Inward skill, Shadow Meld, will keep you invisible. Slip in close, locate the King, and signal us. Use your Outward skill, Silence Shroud, to dampen any sound from your movements and those of your team. Timing is crucial—we need the location marked before we move in."

Wei nodded, his expression unchanged. "No risks, no noise. I’ll get it done."

Alexander moved his focus to Meilin, who had been watching intently, her arms crossed. "Meilin," he said, gesturing towards the stronghold’s perimeter. "We need control over the terrain. Use Terra’s Embrace to reshape the battlefield—blockades, trenches, anything that can funnel them into specific routes. Your Outward skill, Stone Bloom, will be used to create sudden growths from the ground—sharp, unpredictable. Keep them cornered."

Meilin’s lips curled into a faint smile, her eyes gleaming with determination. "I’ll make sure they don’t know where to step."

Marcus interjected, his grin widening. "Just don’t accidentally impale one of us, alright?"

Meilin rolled her eyes, her smile widening slightly. "I’ll aim carefully, Marcus. Just make sure your illusions don’t get in my way."

Jui-Lao leaned in, his gaze shifting between Alexander and the rest of the group. "So, Marcus leads the diversion, Wei infiltrates, Meilin reshapes the battlefield, and I’m with you, Alexander, up front. Sounds like we’ve got all the pieces."

Alexander’s eyes narrowed, focused on the map. "We do. Marcus, your job is to create the chaos. Use Mirage Pulse to make them believe our forces are overwhelming. Keep them guessing, make them commit more resources to your side."

Marcus gave a mock salute, his grin widening. "They’ll be running in circles by the time I’m done with them."

Alexander’s gaze turned to Wei. "Wei, you have thirty minutes once the diversion starts. Locate the King, signal us, and fall back. No risks, no engagements."