Soul system:Return Of The SSS-Ranked Troublemaker

Zion continued to break down, his emotions shifting uncontrollably. The doctors and nurses rushed in, alarmed to see him tearing off the wires and equipment keeping him alive.

"Sir, please! You're not allowed to leave yet!" a nurse pleaded.

"Kid, your body is still healing," the doctor added firmly.

Zion's breath was ragged, his voice trembling with rage. "L-Let go...! I-I'll find that bastard who did this!"

"Sir, please understand! Your body isn't fully healed yet!" another nurse tried to reason with him.

"N-No!" Zion growled, forcing himself forward despite the nurses struggling to hold him back. His weakened body wobbled, but his sheer determination kept him moving.

Without warning, the doctor swiftly struck the back of Zion's neck with a precise hand chop. Zion's eyes widened as his body collapsed to the ground.

"Wow… he didn't pass out?" one of the nurses muttered in shock.

The doctor sighed, kneeling beside him. "Kid, in your current state, you can't do anything. Understand the situation first before you act recklessly." His tone was firm but not unkind.

Zion lay there, trembling. Then, as the realization sank in, he broke down again, his fingers clenching the cold hospital floor.

"Leave him be," the doctor instructed, stepping back as the medical staff left the room.

Now alone, Zion sobbed, his body shaking. "I-If only I were stronger... this wouldn't have happened..." His tears splattered onto the floor, mixing with his pain and frustration.

Then, his grief erupted into fury.

"I'M STILL WEAK!!" he roared, his voice filled with agony and regret.

United Nations Conference

A tense silence filled the grand conference hall. Representatives from powerful nations sat at a long, polished table, each bearing their respective titles.

A blond-haired old man leaned back in his chair, smirking as he studied his German counterpart. His nameplate read:

[America's Hero President]

[Ronald Crum]

With a condescending tone, he spoke. "Hmph, so you're asking for our help? How amusing. I never thought I'd see Germany swallow its pride."

The man sitting across from him remained silent, his sharp gaze unreadable. His nameplate read:

[Germany's Hero President]

[Frank Stein]

After a moment, Frank finally responded, his voice calm yet resolute. "Yes, I am swallowing my nation's pride."

Ronald's smirk widened. "I'll agree on one condition. If we defeat the Children of Nyx, America gets their equipment."

The German Vice President, Robert, stiffened. "H-Hey, sir, that's"

Frank raised his hand, silencing him. "It's fine, Robert."

Robert hesitated, then nodded, his expression hardening.

Frank turned back to Ronald. "I accept." His voice carried unwavering determination.

Ronald chuckled, clearly pleased. "Then we have a deal." Both men stood up, shaking hands as a formal agreement was drawn up.

From the other side of the table, another voice joined the discussion.

"Germany won't stand alone. South Korea will assist as well."

An elderly man adjusted his glasses, his expression serious. His nameplate read:

[South Korea's Hunter President]

[Sae-Yeon Woon]

Woon continued, "We will send twenty S-Class hunters, along with one of our most valuable assets a hunter from another world."

The room fell silent as he announced the name.

"The Card Master, Sae-Yeon Jin."

Tension thickened as Woon began drafting the agreement. One by one, the three presidents exchanged handshakes, sealing their alliance.

For Germany, this was a crucial moment. Their nation's survival now rested on the cooperation of the world's strongest powers.

And the war against the Children of Nyx was only beginning.

Back in the Hospital

Zion sat on his hospital bed, his tears long dried, though faint streaks still remained on his cheeks. His gaze locked onto the glowing screen of the Soul System, his eyes widening at the message before him.

> [You can sacrifice random system features to gain access to zion power: Lock. Additionally, you will have a 10% chance to connect with Zero in the afterlife.]

His breath hitched. His vision blurred once more as fresh tears welled up, but this time, a smile crept onto his face. A chance... A chance to speak with Master again.

"Connecting to Master through the afterlife...!" Zion's hands trembled as he hovered over the selection screen.

> [Accept / Decline]

[System will return in one month...]

"One month?!" Zion scoffed, gripping his chest as his heart pounded with anticipation. "That's nothing… As long as I can see Master again!"

His excitement surged, but he forced himself to take a deep breath, calming his racing thoughts. He clenched his fists tightly, feeling the weakness of his own body.

"I can't waste this time. My body... I need to train it. Seven years of Aetheris coursing through me—I need to withstand it."

Determination burned in his eyes as he steeled himself for what lay ahead.

Ozin Offices

Zion sat at his desk, flipping through the thick stack of papers detailing the Kitler Youth Program. His eyes narrowed as he skimmed through the complex regulations, risks, and logistical challenges. Each page revealed more layers of intricacy than he had initially expected.

"So, these are the full details… It's even more complex and dangerous than I thought," he muttered, rubbing his temples. He had anticipated some difficulty, but this was on another level. The requirements, the international coordination, the potential dangers it wasn't something that could be taken lightly.

Letting out a deep sigh, he began neatly organizing the papers, carefully stacking them before slipping them into a brown envelope. The weight of responsibility settled on his shoulders. If this program was going to happen, everything had to be handled perfectly.

"Now, all I need is to wait a month and consult the students to gather their opinions and agreements before they participate," he said to himself. Their willingness to join was just as important as the program's preparation. Without their approval, this initiative would be meaningless.

Standing up from his chair, he stretched his stiff muscles, staring at the city skyline through his office window. The setting sun bathed the room in a golden hue, casting long shadows over the documents on his desk.

"One month…" he murmured. That wasn't much time, considering how much preparation was needed. He had to ensure everything was in place before the program officially began, especially since it was taking place in another country. Logistics, travel arrangements, legal formalities every detail had to be accounted for.

Zion took a deep breath, his mind already racing with the tasks ahead. He had to coordinate with foreign officials, prepare the necessary training, and make sure every participant was ready for the challenge. There was no room for error.

"This will be the first step toward something big," he thought. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "No point in hesitating now. Let's get started."

With renewed determination, he grabbed his pen and started making a checklist. The next month would be grueling, but he was ready for it.