Time: 11:30 AM – 01:30 PM
Date: November 30, 2025
Location: Delhi Highway to The VIP Open Lawn (Farmhouse Sector)
After departing from the high-security N.D.A.I. airport, the convoy of foreign S-Rankers surged through the heart of Delhi.
Jin-Woo Park (Korea) and Marcus Black (Australia) shared a Rolls-Royce Phantom. They had anticipated a display of heavy military might—armored tanks, fighter jet flyovers, and city-wide curfews. After all, five Sovereigns were traveling together. Instead, they were surrounded by a fleet of top-tier luxury cars, driven by Garud Vajra elites in impeccably tailored civilian suits.
Jin-Woo looked out through the tinted windows. Life in Delhi seemed perfectly normal. Traffic flowed steadily, and along the roadsides, the Asura Guild's community feasts were in full swing, with citizens eating joyfully without a trace of fear.
"Crazy..." Marcus Black remarked with a light chuckle. "When I last visited the States, they declared a state of emergency just for my arrival. These guys haven't even cleared the streets."
A look of profound respect entered Jin-Woo's eyes. "This isn't negligence, Marcus. This is absolute control. They know that as long as they are here, we can't move a single leaf without their permission. A true superpower doesn't show off; it simply operates."
The Sensory Trap
Time: 12:15 PM
The convoy entered the massive gates of the VIP Farmhouse sector. As the hydraulic doors hissed open, the five S-Rankers felt as if they had stepped into another dimension.
Akiko Tanaka (Japan) and Alessia Romano (Italy) took a deep, simultaneous breath. The air was saturated with the soothing, premium fragrance of the Frost-Lotus. There was no concrete or red carpet beneath their feet—only the lush, cool, and incredibly soft grass grown by the Asura 'Earth-Mages.'
Mateo Garcia, the Spanish Pyromancer whose nature was famously volatile and loud, immediately kicked off his designer shoes. He began walking barefoot on the chilled grass.
"Ahh... Madre mía!" Mateo exhaled, closing his eyes in bliss. For a Pyromancer whose mind was a constant forge of heat, this cooling sensation was a revelation.
In the background, the invisible 'Calming Frequency' played by the Bards rippled through the air. The five Sovereigns felt years of combat stress and mental fatigue wash away in an instant.
The Invisible Shield
Time: 12:45 PM
Shiva led them into the main VIP area. There were no stiff chairs or formal dining tables. The lawn was furnished with premium, oversized couches, silk floor-cushions, and low-profile tables. It was a royal setting, yet entirely relaxed.
Aaryan (Jiju) welcomed them, his warm smile and diplomatic grace acting as a natural solvent for any lingering S-Rank egos.
"Make yourselves at home," Aaryan said casually. "In India, we treat guests as gods, regardless of their rank."
Soon, premium Indian delicacies were served, each dish prepared with mana-rich ingredients. Jin-Woo Park, a man who appreciated the finer things, reclined on a couch and began enjoying his kebabs. Marcus and Akiko sat with Shiva, laughing loudly at shared jokes. The atmosphere felt less like a Global Summit and more like a long-awaited reunion of friends.
Neutralizing the Flare
Time: 01:30 PM
The party was in full swing, and the S-Rankers had dropped their guard entirely. During the conversation, Shiva cracked a joke that made Mateo Garcia laugh so hard that his Pyromancer Aura accidentally flared by 1% in a surge of adrenaline.
Even a 1% flare from an S-Ranker is enough to incinerate ordinary staff members nearby.
But the moment the spark manifested... a "waiter"—actually a Garud Vajra elite trained by Vikram—manifested smoothly beside Mateo with a polite smile.
"Fresh drink, Sir?" the waiter asked calmly, extending a silver tray.
The 'Mana-Sponge Artifact' hidden beneath the tray activated instantly. It silently absorbed the stray aura spark in a micro-second. The threat was neutralized before it could even register as a heat signature.
"Oh, gracias, amigo!" Mateo laughed, taking the drink. Neither he nor any of the other Sovereigns had the slightest inkling that the N.D.A.I. defense system had just suppressed their power.
From behind a distant pillar, Vikram, dressed in a sharp tuxedo, watched the flawless execution. A slight, satisfied smile touched his lips as he gave a subtle nod. His machines and men were operating with the precision of a Swiss watch.
The venue remained peaceful. The foreign Sovereigns were drowning in Indian hospitality. A predator never fears the cage—as long as the cage is made of gold.
Chapter Summary
The "Quiet" Power: Foreign S-Rankers are impressed by India's ability to maintain public normalcy despite their arrival.
Sensory Control: The cooling grass and Bard frequencies successfully lower the mental defenses of the Sovereigns.
The Waiter Elite: A Garud Vajra elite uses a hidden Mana-Sponge to silently neutralize a 1% aura flare from Mateo Garcia.
Psychological Victory: The "Golden Cage" strategy is working—the guests feel pampered rather than monitored.
Status Log
Current Location: VIP Open Lawn, New Delhi.
S-Rankers Managed: 5 (Jin-Woo, Marcus, Akiko, Alessia, Mateo).
Neutralization Count: 1 (Mateo Garcia's accidental flare).
Security Status: 100% Invisible / Flawless.
Countdown: 4 Days (December 4, 2025).