Prologue: A Certain Peaceful Day II

*IN A CERTAIN UNDERGROUND CITY*

07:00AM

In a certain president's chamber within a certain inverted tower . . .

An unusual group of unusual-looking unusual beings gathers.

They are the Administrators of the Garden of Eden:

• Alan Neet, a scruffy-looking grumpy man a.k.a the President of the Garden of Eden;

• Mercy Vermillion, an extremely elegant and dignified high-class maid a.k.a the Head Maid of the Garden of Eden;

• Bizen, a female iaido master wielding an odachi (super long japanese katana);

• Law, a skinny 3m titan holding a divine hammer that is bigger than himself;

• Roldaq a lich in a torn cloak wielding a big scythe;

• Magnamus, the Fire Dragon King;

• Seraphina, a tall girl in highschool uniform riding on a giant floating axe; and

• Dr Nava Einstein, a cyborg woman who looks perfectly human on the outside.

"Tch!

Who the hell called for a meeting so freaking early in the morning?!

I SLEPT AT THREE THIS MORNING!

THIS BETTER BE IMPORTANT!"

Alan could not be in a worse mood.

He is throwing tantrums like a child who did not have enough sleep would.

[Ah, I knew he would be in a foul mood!

But an emergency is an emergency!]

Nava also complains, inside her head.

[Rather than that, I can't take my eyes off that . . . ]

Nava looks at a phenomenon on top of Alan's head with terrified eyes.

"SNORE! SNORE! SNORE!"

A baby elf sleeps and drools on top of Alan's head.

Her name is Ramsteiner; Nava's personal android who became baby-size due to a certain incident.

[MS RAM!!!

I KNOW YOU ARE FREE-SPIRITED!

BUT AT LEAST CHOOSE WHERE YOU SLEEP!!!

THE PRESIDENT IS ALREADY IN A VERY BAD MOOD!

WHAT IF HE SNAPS AND THROWS HER OFF THE TOWER!]

Nava's imaginations run wild.

"SNORE! SNORE! SNORE!"

Magnamus and Seraphina are also snoring away in a corner of the President's chamber.

[MR MAGNAMUS AND MS SERAPHINA TOO!!!

WHAT ARE THEY THINKING IN A TIME OF EMERGENCY!!!]

Nava cannot stop panicking.

"So, out with it Nava.

What did you gather us so early in the morning for?!

What is the emergency?!"

"Ah, yes, Ms Bizen!

This morning I detected an SSS-Class threat!

It's an unimaginably enormous meteor!

If it strikes this planet, there is no doubt that all forms of life will perish!

Not even a single bacteria will survive!"

"KUMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

Ram makes a random baby noise in her sleep, muffling Nava's explanations.

In other words, no one heard a word Nava said.

"NAVA!!!

ARE YOU MESSING AROUND?!

ARE SO INCOMPETENT THAT YOU CAN'T EVEN EXPLAIN THE SITUATION PROPERLY!!!

I DIDN'T HEAR A WORD YOU SAID!!!"

Mercy snaps at Nava while pulling on Nava's collars so closely that her cheek is pressing against Nava's.

[EHHHHH????!!!!

WHY IS IT MY FAULT?!]

"Hmph!

Shame on you, Nava!

You should learn from Ramsteiner!

She could explain the situation clearly even in her sleep!"

Bizen apparently heard the explanation but somehow thinks that Ram was the one who explained it.

She pats Ram on the head.

[EHHHH???!!

WHAT EXACTLY IS GOING ON?!]

Nava is unsurprisingly confused.

*ANGRY VEIN POPS*

Alan becomes absolutely furious.

"Mercy!

Bring 'that' out!"

['That'?]

Nava wonders what Alan is referring to.

"Yes, Mr President!"

Mercy kneels on one knee and hands Alan a Harisen (slapping fan) on a silver platter.

*SMACK! SMACK!*

Alan smacks Mercy and Bizen on their heads with the Harisen.

"IS THIS THE TIME TO BE F*CKING AROUND?!

I ALREADY TOLD YOU THAT I SLEPT AT THREE F*CKING O'CLOCK!!!"

[WAH!

As expected of the President!

To smack a SS-Class and a SSS-Class Administrator with a Harisen like it's nothing]

Nava watches in awe and terror.

*SMACK! SMACK!*

Next, Alan smacks Magnamus and Seraphina on their heads.

"WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU GUYS EVEN HERE FOR IF YOU'RE JUST GOING TO SLEEP?!!!"

*SMACK!*

Lastly, Alan smacks Nava.

"AND WHY THE F*CK ARE YOU LETTING A BABY SLEEP-TALK OVER YOU?!"

"Ouch!

I'm sorry Mr President!"

Nava cries as she rubs her head.

Mercy and Bizen pretend as if they didn't just get smacked.

Magnamus and Seraphina remain half-asleep.

"Slee . . py . . "

Seraphina rubs her eyes.

Nava looks at Ram who is still snoring and drooling on Alan's head.

[The President is such an 'idiot parent'.

He pampers Ram even more than I do, even though I'm technically her mother]

"Einstein!

What is the ETA to the impact of the meteor?!"

Alan asks grumpily.

"Eh? Ah, yes, Mr President!

The calculation, based on my algorithm . . .

Taking into account of the interference by the Sun and Moon's gravities . . .

And if we factor in the resistance from this planet's atmosphere . . . "

"EINSTEIN!!"

"Yes, Mr President!"

"SHORT ANSWERS!!

HOW MANY HOURS DO WE HAVE TILL THE METEOR STRIKES?!"

"YES!

42 HOURS!"

"TCH!

WHY DIDN'T WE DETECT THE METEOR EARLIER?!"

"This meteor has properties that we have never seen before.

Those properties act as camouflage that masks its presence.

And I also found out that it is extraordinarily compact and hard.

My calculations show that not even 10 of our most advanced nuclear warheads can put a dent in the meteor"

"YOU FOOL!!!

WE CAN ONLY FIRE A NUCLEAR WARHEAD WHEN THE METEOR COMES INTO THE ATMOSPHERE!

10 OF THOSE WITHIN THE ATMOSPHERE WILL BE SUFFICIENT TO DESTROY HALF OF THE PLANET ITSELF!!!"

"Yes, Mr President.

That's exactly right.

What should we do?!"

Nava, with all her intellect, could not come up with a way to solve the crisis.

"42 hours, huh?!

TCH!!!"

Alan scratches his head violently, waking Ram up.

Beneath Alan's grumpy face and savage demeanours, he is working through thousands of strategies at a superhuman pace.

"Bizen! Law!

Is the meteor something you two can handle?

You two are the two of the only three SSS-Class fighters in existence"

"Don't be ridiculous, Alan!

Even if it's your orders, that is not a threat we can handle!

As you already know, the Universal Threat Rank only goes as high as SSS-Class.

A threat that could destroy a country and a threat that could destroy the planet are both SSS-Class Threats.

But the latter is on an unimaginably larger scale than the former"

"TCH!!!

I KNOW THAT MUCH!!!"

This time Alan scratches his head violently, using Ram.

Yes, Alan scratches his head with a baby.

[MR PRESIDENT!!!

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, USING A BABY LIKE THAT?!!!

HAVE YOU FINALLY GONE CRAZY?!

HAVE YOU FINALLY GONE CRAZY?!]

Seeing her own child being used like that, naturally, Nava would worry.

Ram, on the other hand, seems to enjoy it.

"Administrators!

I will now give my orders!

The Garden of Eden will destroy the meteor!

Mercy, Roldaq, Magnamus, Seraphina!

Raise the Garden of Eden on the highest alert!

This is the most vulnerable Eden has ever been.

If the enemies are going to attack, there is no better time than now!"

"Yes, Mr President"

Mercy answers elegantly.

Roldaq simply nods silently.

Magnamus and Seraphina dozed off.

*SMACK! SMACK!*

They were smacked by Alan using his Harisen again.

"WAKE THE F*CK UP!

DID YOU TWO EVEN HEAR WHAT I SAID?!"

" EINSTEIN!

Prepare a long-range weapon that I can use to damage the meteor from the ground.

I don't care if it only scratches the surface of the meteor, as long as the attack reaches the meteor.

When you are done, 'GO TO THE METEOR' and deal as much damage as you can"

[EH?!

MR PRESIDENT!!!

'GO TO THE METEOR'?!

THAT'S LIKE TELLING ME TO GO DIE!!!]

Indeed, Alan has somehow issued a death sentence upon Nava.

Nava kneels in despair.

"KUMAAAAAAA"

Ram makes another random baby noise while looking at Nava.

"Bizen! Law!

You two follow me!"

"Hmm?

Oi, Alan!

Where are we going?!"

Bizen asks in a rude tone.

"This is not a crisis that the Garden can solve by itself.

We are getting reinforcements"

"Ms Ram, come here.

I need you to help me in the workshop.

We need to make the President's weapon.

You are my Kathariste (second-in-command) afterall"

Nava stretches her hands towards Ram.

Ram hops from Alan's head onto Nava's hands.

*GRABS*

Alan grabs onto Nava's shoulders strongly.

"Mr President?"

"EINSTEIN!

WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!

WHY DO YOU NEED TO TAKE RAMSTEINER WITH YOU?!"

Alan snaps at Nava, like a lonely father who is about to be separated from his daughter by the mother.

[IS THIS GUY SERIOUS?!

JUST HOW MUCH OF AN 'IDIOT PARENT' IS HE?!]

TO BE CONTINUED . . .