Villain Hiring: Help! Author Wants Me Dead-Chapter 68: Grandson

The room was still tense.

No one dared to speak first, yet every ruler here knew that time was against us.

The gods’ descent was inevitable.

Our world, as we had known it for centuries, was coming to an end.

It wasn’t just about survival anymore.

It was about power.

Maps would be redrawn, our empires dismantled and divided into countries.

The gods had already decided which parts of our lands would become independent nations.

And that meant we needed a new way to decide who stood at the top.

I took a slow breath, gathering my thoughts before speaking. "We need to establish the power structure before the System takes full effect."

The Sunfire Emperor snorted. "Oh? And how exactly do you suggest we do that? If the gods have already decided our lands, then what makes you think they’ll let us determine who holds the most power?"

"They haven’t stopped us yet," I pointed out, my gaze sweeping over the gathered rulers. "The gods are watching, but they are not governing us. Not yet. If we do nothing, we will fall into anarchy."

The Titan King crossed his massive arms, his expression unreadable. "And what do you suggest? A council of rulers? A single governing body to oversee this transition?"

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There was a pause before the Azure Empress scoffed. "A League of Nations?" she mused, a smirk tugging at her lips. "It sounds idealistic."

Idealistic? Perhaps.

But necessary.

With the world splitting into countries, alliances would mean nothing unless we found a way to regulate power.

Wars would break out the moment one nation sought to prove itself superior. We had to control the chaos before it started.

"We will need a central governing body," I said, keeping my tone firm. "A League of Nations to oversee disputes and ensure no single country grows too powerful too quickly."

The Sunfire Emperor chuckled. "And I assume you’d like to sit at the head of this ’League’?"

I didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, I looked around the table. "None of us here want to lose power.

We may not be emperors or kings anymore, but we are still the most powerful figures in this world.

Do you all intend to sit back and let fate dictate the new order?"

Silence.

Of course, they didn’t.

A ruler without power is nothing more than a figurehead.

"If we create a League of Nations, it must be fair," the Titan King rumbled. "A system of balance. If one nation grows too strong, the others must have the right to challenge it."

"The people won’t accept a council that governs from the shadows," the Azure Empress said. "They will demand proof of power. Evidence of who stands at the top."

That was the heart of the problem.

How would we determine the new power dynamics?

No longer would rulers be born into power. Now, the System would shape the world. Strength, talent, and divine favor would decide who truly ruled.

Several ideas were thrown onto the table.

A ranking system based on military might? Rejected.

The System would empower individuals, not armies.

A council made up of contracted incarnations of the gods?

Dismissed.

That would place too much power in the hands of those chosen by divine will rather than mortal effort.

A merit-based selection of leaders? Laughable.

No ruler in this room would let go of their influence so easily.

The discussion dragged on. Arguments rose and fell, tempers flaring as we circled around the same question—

Who would lead in this new world?

Then, the Titan King leaned forward. His stone-like fingers drummed against the table. "If strength is what determines power in this new world, then let us prove it."

A heavy silence followed his words.

"Explain," the Sunfire Emperor said, intrigued.

The Titan King’s expression was serious. "A championship. A contest between the newly formed countries, held six months after the System integrates."

I straightened slightly.

A World Championship?

It wasn’t a bad idea.

It would eliminate meaningless infighting, prevent immediate wars between new nations, and most importantly—it would be public.

A spectacle for the people.

A way to let them witness the true rulers of this new age.

The Azure Empress raised an eyebrow. "And how would this work?"

"Everyone around the countries could join with its strongest warriors—those who have grown the most under the System to compete," the Titan King explained.

"The rankings will determine the global hierarchy. The strongest nations will hold the most influence."

The Sunfire Emperor hummed, considering the idea. "And what of those chosen by the gods? Those who have already made contracts?"

"They will be allowed to compete," I said, seeing the potential in this. "But the true power of this event will be in proving that even without divine favor, mortals can still reign supreme."

It was the perfect balance.

If the gods wanted to see us fight for dominance, we would give them a battle—but on our own terms.

"The League of Nations," I mused, tapping a finger against the table, "will oversee the event and ensure that no country gains an unfair advantage."

The Azure Empress smirked. "A world championship to decide who stands on top?"

"It’s poetic," the Titan King admitted.

And necessary.

There was no stopping the gods.

No stopping the System.

But if we could control the transition—if we could give the people something to focus on, something to believe in—then we could still maintain our influence.

The Sunfire Emperor exhaled sharply. "A battle to determine power, a council to oversee world affairs…" His lips curled into a grin. "I like it."

One by one, the rulers nodded in agreement.

It was settled.

The World Championship would be held six months after the System’s arrival.

The strongest warriors from every country would fight to prove their worth.

The winner would claim not just prestige, but dominance in this new world order.

And the League of Nations would oversee it all, ensuring that the world did not fall into chaos.

I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly.

Just then, a soft chime rang through the chamber, pulling me from my thoughts.

[Your grandson has arrived]

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