Reborn With the Infinite Gods System

The silence hung desperately in the air for a long moment, a suffocating weight on everyone's shoulders. The revelation about the Void Walkers—a threat far worse than the Fatek—had settled like a dark cloud over the room. Axel could feel the tension, the disbelief radiating from every hunter in the room.

The news that these creatures, capable of destroying entire planets, were headed straight for Earth was like a punch to the gut. They had left their loved ones behind, blissfully unaware of the storm that was fast approaching.

"You knew all this time, and you didn't say a word while we were still on Earth?" One of the S-rank hunters, a man Axel hadn't met before, stepped forward, his fists clenched, his face twisted with fury. "You could have warned us! I left my sister back on Earth, and now she's in danger. What the hell is wrong with you?"

Commander Asher remained seated, his expression calm, almost indifferent, as if the anger directed at him was of no consequence. "I did what was necessary," he replied in a measured tone. "If I had told you about the Void Walkers while we were still on Earth, you would have never come on this mission. Worse, you would have spread the news to your families, and panic would have taken root.

Do you really think that kind of chaos could have been contained? It would have caused more harm than good."

Axel's chest tightened. As much as he hated to admit it, the commander had a point. If he had known about the Void Walkers before they left, he would have told Annie, found a way to protect her, even if it meant abandoning the mission. The thought of leaving her behind with such a threat looming over Earth was unbearable.

He could feel the same guilt mirrored in the faces of the others, but there was no time to dwell on it now. They had bigger problems to face.

Trisha, one of the more level-headed hunters, broke the silence. "We understand your reasons, Commander," she said, her voice measured, though there was a tension in her words. She spoke for half the room, but the others were still simmering with anger and worry.

Thor, ever the warrior, cut in with his usual impatience. "Enough of this nonsense. We don't have time for blame. We should be focused on stopping these creatures already!" His voice rumbled through the room like thunder, his eyes blazing with the need for action.

The Ryoma leader, an ancient figure with a gaze as cold as the void, nodded. "The Void Walkers attack anything that possesses energy. Physical attacks are useless against them, but they are vulnerable to mental and energy-based assaults."

Axel's stomach twisted as he felt a few pairs of eyes turn toward him. **Mental attacks? Could that mean they're vulnerable to nightmares?** His mind raced, wondering if his power—the ability to make his nightmares real—could be the key to defeating these invincible beings.

Before he could voice his thoughts, Loki, always sharp and one step ahead, raised the question. "Would Axel's nightmare ability, combined with my own power, be effective against the Void Walkers despite their supposed invincibility?"

Commander Asher sighed, the weight of uncertainty heavy in the air. "We don't know for sure. It's possible, but it's a backup plan at best. We've developed another strategy in case your abilities don't work."

The eldest Ryoma, a solemn figure with deep scars marking his past battles, rose from his seat. His presence commanded silence. "Many years ago, our planet was attacked by the Void Walkers. We created a weapon, one that was able to injure them. However, even with the weapon, they wiped out our entire civilization. My planet is now nothing more than a lump of ash and dust.

The only reason Earth and the surrounding planets haven't been attacked yet is because the Void Walkers were delayed... but not for much longer."

A murmur swept through the room as the hunters grappled with this new information. One of the S-ranks, his voice trembling with barely contained rage, growled, "So, you want us to find this weapon—or the materials to make it—and use our energy as the power source, right? You need us because we're high-ranked."

The Ryoma leader nodded grimly. "Yes. It's a theory that if we had more energy when we fought them, we could have destroyed the Void Walkers before they wiped us out. We need to gather the materials to reassemble the weapon and prevent Earth from suffering the same fate."

Axel clenched his fists, a cold realization settling over him. **I never thought it would come to this. I thought once we defeated the Fatek, humans would be free. But the universe is vast, filled with beings far more powerful than anything I imagined.

Earth is just a speck in a galaxy teeming with monsters capable of erasing us from existence.** His mind flashed to Annie, his sister, his friends, his mother. He had to fight—not just for Earth, but for them.

***

Commander Asher and the Ryoma leader led the group of hunters through the facility, down a maze of sterile passageways and past several labs where Ryoma scientists worked feverishly on their projects. The hum of machinery and the occasional flicker of arcane energy filled the air. It was clear that this facility was their last line of defense, a place where desperate measures were being devised.

As they walked, the hunters exchanged uneasy glances. They all knew that this mission was their last hope. If they failed to recover the weapon, there would be no coming back.

Finally, they reached a massive white chamber with a ceiling so high it disappeared into darkness. The room was eerily empty, save for the faint hum of energy pulsing through the walls.

Commander Asher raised his hand, and a beam of red light descended from the ceiling, scanning him slowly from head to toe. The tension in the room grew as the light flickered, then turned green. A low mechanical whir echoed through the chamber, and the floor began to rumble.

Axel's breath caught in his throat as glass shelves began to rise from the floor, emerging from hidden compartments. But it wasn't the shelves that held their attention—it was what they held.

Weapons. Not just any weapons, but massive, brutal instruments of destruction—swords, shields, hammers, flails, and more, each one adorned with intricate markings of beasts and pulsing with an otherworldly mana. These were not ordinary weapons. They radiated a savage power, as if they had been forged from the very essence of the creatures they resembled.

"Welcome to the Beast Weapons hall," Commander Asher said, his voice echoing in the vast space.