The day of the meeting arrived, and Harry, Susan, and Marcus set out to go to the parliament along with Dave. The streets were still dangerous, filled with the remnants of the chaos that had erupted. As they moved cautiously, they encountered various monsters like goblins, Plagueclaw Rats, and Plaguehounds that looked like grotesque dogs. It was like stepping into a world straight out of a fantasy game or anime.

"We need to stay sharp," Marcus said, scanning the surroundings. "There could be monsters hiding anywhere."

"We can’t drive," Dave added. "The wyverns are too active in this area. They’d attack us immediately."

The group moved carefully, hiding when necessary and fighting when they had to. Harry took the lead, his senses heightened as they navigated the perilous streets.

"Watch out!" Susan called, pointing to a group of Plagueclaw Rats scuttling toward them.

Marcus and Harry quickly dispatched the rats, their teamwork seamless. As they continued, they spotted a Plaguehound lurking near a building.

"I'll take this one," Harry said, moving swiftly. He used his skills to strike the Plaguehound down before it could alert others.

The air was thick with the smell of smoke and decay as they finally reached the parliament building. They were surprised by the amount of security present. High-profile politicians and top players were gathering, and the protection was understandably tight.

"We made it," Susan said, breathing a sigh of relief.

They went through rigorous security checks one by one and finally entered the grand hall of the parliament. The atmosphere was tense but charged with a sense of purpose. The top 20 players were already there, discussing strategies and ideas.

As they were about to take their seats, a figure approached them with a broad grin. "Hey there! My name’s Jamal, Shadowblade by class. I’m one of the top 10 rankers. Nice to meet you all."

"Nice to meet you, Jamal," Harry replied. "I’m Harry, this is Susan, and that’s Marcus."

"Great to meet you," Susan added with a smile.

Marcus nodded. "Yeah, good to see another friendly face."

Jamal chuckled. "You know, I used to be a comedian before all this. Now, I just slay with my puns—and my blade!"

Harry laughed. "Well, we could use some humor in times like these."

"True that," Jamal said, winking. "Anyway, if you ever need someone to watch your back in the shadows, I’m your guy."

Before they could continue, an announcement was made regarding the arrival of the Prime Minister and the commencement of the meeting. Everyone settled down, and the room grew silent as the Prime Minister took the podium.

“Thank you all for coming,” the Prime Minister began. “Your courage and skills have brought us to this point. We have much to discuss today.”

The top ten players were introduced along with their classes:

Robert - Necromancer: Masters of death magic, commanding legions of undead to serve their dark bidding.

Daniel - Radiant Guardian: A stalwart defender with a combination of healing and melee combat abilities.

Isabella - Feral Summoner: Controls a variety of powerful summoned creatures to aid in battle.

Jamal - Shadowblade: A stealthy assassin with deadly precision and agility.

Harry - Unknown: Though his class is still a mystery, his contributions have been significant.

Akira - Samurai: Wields a katana with unmatched skill and powerful combat techniques.

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Minsoo - Elementalist: Specializes in manipulating natural elements to devastating effect.

Victor - Berserker: A ferocious warrior who becomes stronger the more he fights.

Eva - Divine Healer: Provides crucial healing and support to allies in the heat of battle.

Marcus – Shadow Rouge: Expert marksman with unparalleled tracking and survival skills.

“First, I want to thank everyone for their efforts and bravery,” the Prime Minister said. “We face unprecedented challenges, but together, we can overcome them. I’d like to start by inviting Dave to explain how the safe post in London is operating and what his major concerns are.”

Dave stood up, taking a deep breath. “Thank you, Prime Minister. Our safe post has been a crucial refuge, but we face significant challenges. Supplies are limited, and we need more trained personnel to manage the influx of people.”

Questions started pouring in from the crowd, and Dave answered each one efficiently, detailing the logistics, security measures, and community management at the safe post.

A man in the audience raised his hand. "What about food and water supplies? How are you managing those?"

Dave nodded. "It's a constant struggle. We’ve set up rationing to ensure everyone gets what they need, but it’s not sustainable long-term. We need a reliable supply chain."

Another woman stood up. "What about medical supplies and care for the injured?"

"We've converted part of the safe post into a makeshift clinic," Dave explained. "But we're running low on medical supplies. We need more donations and possibly to set up a system to produce what we need locally."

A third person asked, "How do you maintain security with so many people?"

"We’ve organized a volunteer militia," Dave replied. "They patrol the perimeter and handle internal disputes. But as more people arrive, it gets harder to manage. We need better training and possibly some professional security help."

Another question came from a player with a tech-oriented class. "Have you considered using technology for surveillance and communication within the safe post?"

Dave nodded. "We’ve been trying to set up a network, but resources are limited. Any help in that area would be greatly appreciated."

The Prime Minister nodded. “Thank you, Dave. Now, I’d like to open the floor to any suggestions and concerns from the rest of you.”

Susan was the first to speak. “We need a unified command structure across all safe posts. Clear communication and leadership will be essential to coordinate our defenses and resources.”

Akira, the Samurai, added, “We also need to establish patrols to keep the surrounding areas safe and prevent monster incursions.”

Jamal chimed in with a grin. “And how about some stealthy recon missions? We could gather intel on monster movements and plan our attacks better.”

Minsu, the Elementalist, spoke next. “We should also consider elemental barriers or wards to protect our safe posts from larger threats.”

As the Prime Minister was about to respond to these suggestions, Robert, the Necromancer, stood up. His eyes glinted with an unsettling mix of confidence and malice.

“If I may,” Robert began his voice smooth but with a sinister edge. “I believe there’s a more…effective way to ensure our survival.”

The room fell silent, all eyes on Robert. The tension was palpable as he continued.

“Relying on these conventional methods is admirable,” Robert said, a twisted smile forming on his lips. “But ultimately futile. We need to harness the true power at our disposal—power that can reshape this world in our favor.”

“What are you suggesting?” the Prime Minister asked, his tone cautious.

Robert’s smile widened. “Complete control. By raising an army of the undead, we can overwhelm any threat and establish our dominance. No more hiding, no more running. We take control.”

The room erupted in murmurs of shock and disapproval. Daniel, the Radiant Guardian, stood up, his face stern.

“That’s madness, Robert,” Daniel said firmly. “We can’t sacrifice our humanity for power. We need to protect the living, not desecrate the dead.”

Robert’s eyes flashed with anger. “You’re all fools if you think we can survive by playing by the old rules. This world has changed, and we must change with it.”

Harry, sensing the growing danger, stepped forward. “Robert, this isn’t the way. We need to work together, not turn against each other.”

Robert sneered. “You’re too naive, Harry. Strength is all that matters now. Imagine the power we could wield with an endless army of the undead. And to create such an army…” His voice lowered menacingly, “We need more than just the fallen. We need fresh sources.”

A horrified silence fell over the room as the implication of Robert’s words sank in. He intended to kill everyone to build his undead army.

The Prime Minister’s voice trembled slightly as he spoke. “This is unacceptable. We will not become monsters to fight monsters.”

With a wave of his hand, Robert summoned a horde of undead creatures, which burst into the room, causing chaos. The top players quickly readied themselves for battle.

The air was thick with tension, the dim lighting casting long shadows on the walls. The musty smell of old papers mixed with the scent of fear and adrenaline. Chairs scraped against the floor as people stood up, weapons drawn.

“Everyone, defend yourselves!” the Prime Minister shouted, backing away from the conflict.

Marcus unsheathed his daggers, his eyes narrowing. “We need to stop him, now.”

Harry nodded. “Let’s do this.”

Susan readied her spells, determination in her eyes. “We won’t let him win.”

The battle against Robert and his undead minions began. The air filled with the clash of weapons and the cries of battle. The room erupted into a frenzy of combat as the top players fought to protect each other and stop the Necromancer’s dark ambitions.

Marcus moved swiftly through the chaos, his daggers flashing as he struck down undead minions with precision. “Over here, Harry!” he shouted, drawing some of the undead towards him to give Harry a clear path.

Harry charged forward, his blade cutting through the air. He parried an attack from an undead warrior, then countered with a swift strike that sent the creature sprawling. “We need to get to Robert!” he yelled back.

Susan stood her ground, casting healing spells and protective barriers for her allies. Her eyes glowed with focused energy as she unleashed a blast of magic that disintegrated a group of undead. “Stay close to me, everyone!” she called out, ensuring her spells reached those in need.

Daniel, the Radiant Guardian, clashed with the undead, his shield glowing with holy light. “You won’t succeed, Robert!” he roared, striking down another minion. “We fight for the living!”

Across the room, Jamal, the Shadowblade, moved like a shadow, appearing and disappearing among the undead, his blades finding their marks with deadly efficiency. “Watch your backs!” he shouted, his voice a sharp contrast to the chaos around him.

The battle raged on, each player using their unique abilities to hold the line against Robert’s dark forces. The room echoed with the sounds of combat: the clash of steel, the crackle of magic, and the guttural growls of the undead.

In the midst of the fray, Robert watched with a twisted smile, his eyes gleaming with malevolent satisfaction. “You’re wasting your efforts,” he taunted. “The dead will rise, and you will join them.”

Harry, Marcus, and Susan pressed forward; their determination unwavering. They knew they had to stop Robert, not just for their survival, but for the future of everyone who depended on them.