Location: The VIP Open Lawn (Farmhouse Sector, New Delhi)
Time: 03:00 PM – 06:30 PM
Date: November 29, 2025
The cold, heavy tension of the underground strategy room was now a thing of the past. Above ground, in the sprawling open lawn located on the outskirts of Delhi, the execution phase was reaching its absolute peak. This was no military operation; it was the preparation for a gala that would be remembered in history for centuries to come.
Adiraj stood at the center of the lawn. Under his 'Hyper-Cognitive Tactical Intellect,' the installation of the underground mana-pipelines and gravity anchors had been completed. The earth was sealed so seamlessly that it appeared as though it had never been disturbed.
"The tech team's job is done," Adiraj noted, nodding toward the elite A-Rank Earth and Nature Mages from the Asura Guild standing before him. "Now, prepare the ground. I want no artificial carpets here."
The Earth Mages stepped forward and placed their hands upon the soil. The moment their mana was released, soft, fresh, and bright green grass began to sprout from the barren dirt. Within seconds, the entire massive lawn was transformed into a soothing, cool green carpet that provided immediate visual relief. Walking barefoot on this grass would naturally calm the mind of even the most exhausted S-Ranker. Adiraj knelt, touched the soft grass, and stood up with a faint, satisfied smile. This was a level of absolute luxury that money simply could not buy.
The Rhythm of Control
Time: 04:00 PM
At the far end of the lawn, on the main stage, Support/Bard-Class dungers from the Asura and Red Wings guilds were tuning their instruments. High-end DJ consoles, grand pianos, and violins were meticulously arranged.
Shiva sat comfortably on a beanbag directly in front of the stage, chilling in his usual element.
"Come on, give me a demo," Shiva commanded with a wave of his hand. "Let's see how your 'Calming Frequency' actually works."
The operators nodded and began playing an incredibly quiet, slow, and rather boring classical melody.
Shiva's expression dropped instantly. He raised his hand to halt the music. "My friends!" Shiva laughed. "This isn't a funeral service at a graveyard. This is my birthday party! Put some vibe into it, it should be fun. Play a high-energy track with heavy bass—just keep that frequency mixed in the background."
The operators smiled and instantly adjusted their setup. The very next second, a high-energy, thumping bass track erupted across the lawn. A magical frequency rippled through the air; while it made the heart beat faster, it simultaneously left the mind feeling ecstatic and entirely relaxed.
The exhausted event managers and laborers working nearby suddenly began to groove to the rhythm. All their fatigue seemingly vanished into thin air. Shiva closed his eyes, nodding his head to the beat with a wide grin. "Perfect! That's the exact vibe we need."
The Vanguard of Hospitality
Time: 05:00 PM
In the staff tent located in another section of the lawn, the atmosphere was entirely different. There was no musical vibe here—only absolute discipline.
Vikram stood in a strict posture. Before him stood over 100 elite dungers from the Asura and Garud Vajra guilds. However, they were not wearing combat gear or heavy armor today. They were all dressed in premium black-and-white 7-star hotel tuxedos.
"Listen closely," Vikram said, his voice a perfect blend of strictness and care. "You are not here to kill anyone today; you are here to serve food and drinks. Your silver serving trays have 'Mana-Sponge Artifacts' hidden directly beneath them. But I want zero percent military stiffness in your body language."
He looked them dead in the eye and explained, "The arriving guests are S-Rankers. Their egos will be in the clouds. If someone insults you, shows attitude, or loses their temper over a trivial matter, you do not retaliate in anger. You will offer a perfect, polite smile and say, 'Yes, Sir.' Your ego must remain outside this uniform. We are the hosts, and a wise host never loses his composure."
The elites nodded in perfect unison without a hint of hesitation. They knew their Vice-Leader was an absolute professional.
The Invisible Intricacies
Time: 05:30 PM
At the main venue, Aaryan was leading the top event managers. With the assistance of Wind Mages, heavy crystal chandeliers were being suspended in mid-air without the use of a single crane or machine.
Aaryan personally inspected every VIP table and the Frost-Lotus floral arrangements. His primary focus was ensuring the security was so invisible that no ordinary human or S-Ranker would even notice the 'Micro-Mana Sensors' hidden amongst the flowers. Operating much like a caring older brother, Aaryan was perfecting every minor detail, as if he were decorating a wedding venue for his younger sibling rather than prepping a military stronghold.
The Ground Reality
Time: 06:00 PM
Amidst all this luxury and power, a distinct and profound peace settled over the streets of Delhi.
At Shaheed Bhagat Singh Square, the Asura Guild's massive public feast was in full swing. Thousands of ordinary citizens were happily eating. A poor child laughed out loud upon seeing sweets on his plate. The confectioner standing before him—who was actually an Asura Guild C-Rank 'Poison Detector'—smiled back at the child with immense warmth and affection. Not a single grain of food left the counters without being scanned.
A short distance away, standing on the sidewalks in civilian clothes, Indian Army commandos kept a watchful eye over the joyous atmosphere. No matter what game of power was about to be played in the sky, the citizens on the ground were completely safe and happy. This was the absolute success of Phase 3.
First Contact
Time: 06:30 PM
Evening had descended. The highly expensive and soothing fragrance of the Frost-Lotus had permeated the air. The entire lawn glowed with an elegance and illumination the world had never witnessed before. High above, the Red Wings' 'Holographic Camouflage' was active, making the venue look like nothing more than a dark, empty field from the outside.
Adiraj stood alone on a high vantage point, deeply observing the entire setup. His mind had re-calculated every single variable. Everything was 100% flawless.
Suddenly, a secure beep echoed in his earpiece from the command center.
"Sir... the first VVIP flight has entered our airspace."
The cold, absolute glint of the master tactician returned to Adiraj's eyes. He took a deep, steady breath and pressed his earpiece.
"Welcome to the Sovereign's Realm. Game on."
Chapter Summary
The Natural Luxury: Adiraj uses Earth Mages to create a real, soothing grass carpet, emphasizing natural luxury over artificial decor.
The Musical Suppressant: Shiva successfully tests the Support/Bard-Class dungers, embedding calming frequencies into high-energy music to suppress egos without killing the party vibe.
The Elite Staff: Vikram enforces absolute discipline and humility among the combat elites, demanding they prioritize hosting over their pride.
The Public Triumph: The city-wide feast goes off flawlessly, proving the success of the civilian security shield (Phase 3).
The Arrival: The Holographic Camouflage is activated, and Adiraj receives confirmation that the first foreign Sovereign has breached Indian airspace.
Status Log
Venue Status: 100% Operational & Camouflaged.
Adiraj's Status: Peak Tactical Readiness.
Inbound Threat: First VVIP Flight (Apex Syndicate).
Event Countdown: 5 Days (November 29, 2025).