Chapter 469

Chapter 469: The Selection Is Set

When Level 67 Thor appeared, Simon’s aggressive demeanor instantly deflated. His torrent of words abruptly cut off, leaving the latter half of his speech stuck in his throat.

In truth, no one could speak—not even Midi.

He had never experienced such intense danger and oppressive force, not even when facing the Death Scorpion family’s higher-ups.

"Demon Dragon bloodline…and an exceptionally potent one. This man is no ordinary figure," remarked the Eighth Apostle Rot in Midi’s mind, his tone tinged with surprise.

Demon Dragons were not true dragons but a hybrid race born from ancient dragons and demons. They were said to have at least two heads, each bearing three pairs of eyes, with varying numbers of wings and tails.

Their nature blended a demon’s cunning, a dragon’s power, and the twisted mutations from mixed bloodlines.

According to Rot, Demon Dragons held prince-level status in the Demon Realm, ranking just below Apostles.

Thor’s strong demonic traits granted him extreme resistance to mind-related abilities, making him a natural-born top-tier Thought Capturer.

Moreover, the fusion of demon and ancient dragon blood caused him to unconsciously emit mental pressure that overwhelmed others.

This explained Midi’s overwhelming sense of threat.

If forced to confront Thor directly, even with Rot’s assistance, Level 63 Midi would stand no chance.

Yet currently, Simon from Death Scorpion felt more tension than Midi.

"Midi Asreks. You’re late," Thor stated coldly, ignoring Simon entirely as he glanced at Midi.

"My seclusion delayed my information updates," Midi replied calmly. "My apologies for inconveniencing the family."

Though Thor was the Chief core disciple, Midi’s expertise in potion making and mechanics held significant value.

More importantly, Midi knew maintaining equal footing with superiors was crucial for gaining true Status.

Subservience would only invite contempt.

Thor’s gaze shifted slightly, his tone softening: "Hmph. Had you remained Level 62, your participation would’ve shamed Death Scorpion. Reaching Level 63 and stabilizing it is acceptable. Follow me."

"But…his tardiness and disrespect toward the city council…" Simon blurted as Thor moved to leave with Midi.

He couldn’t stomach Midi killing Ulhan before him.

This rare chance to eliminate his rival compelled Simon to act—even against a Level 67 expert. The Four Major Families’ council maintained arena order, and Thor wouldn’t risk violating it.

Without violence, logic favored Simon.

Midi was undeniably late and unrepentant.

Thor stared at Simon like he was an idiot. "What exactly do you want, Simon?"

"This human lacks qualification for Mososbury City’s fighter selection!" Simon pressed, committed now.

Thor laughed, glancing at Midi. "Though merely Level 63, he’s beyond such low-tier selections."

Without another word, he gripped Midi’s shoulder.

Dark Magic surged as teleportation light engulfed them. They pierced through the arena’s Defensive Magic Arrays instantly, reappearing in the stands.

Before the stunned crowd, Thor took his Chief seat.

Midi promptly sat beside him.

Midi sat in the long-vacant fifth seat reserved for core disciples of the Death Scorpion family. Only now did Simon and the others realize what was happening.

Why had Midi dared to be late?

Why had Thor, the Chief, personally intervened?

The answer was simple—Midi himself was now a core disciple. By blocking Midi, Simon had openly challenged the Death Scorpion family’s authority. As Chief, how could Thor ignore such provocation happening right before him?

Yet even after understanding, Simon still struggled to accept it. A mere Level 62 human? Even if Midi had brewed a Level 7 potion, that didn’t justify making him a core disciple! What was really going on? Simon’s mind raged silently.

Beside him, Alexis narrowed his eyes, cold resentment flickering in his gaze. That seat—the core disciple position—should have been his, Alexis believed.

While the two Death Scorpion members seethed, Zaknavan’s group in the arena stared in awe. How had Midi risen to become a core disciple of Mososbury City’s first family in just one month? Though they’d known Midi was doing well after receiving his rare potions, none imagined he’d reach this height.

This meant not only formidable personal strength, but also Death Scorpion support during the Crystal Dragon Fortress expedition. Any alliance with Midi would grant them partial protection too. Watching Midi sit confidently in that elevated position, envy burned in their eyes.

Now they understood Midi’s earlier words: "You must pass the Fighter Selection first." Midi hadn’t needed to participate at all.

"We must try harder," Zaknavan declared.

"Agreed," Risen nodded.

"Reveal our trump cards," Mason urged. "Without city fighter qualifications, this ends here."

Most selectors shared Mason’s mindset. The core disciples watched precisely to uncover these hidden tactics—worth sacrificing two training days for. At their level, spectating wasn’t entertainment but strategy.

Fourteen spots came from the Four Major Families’ recommendations, thirty-six from selections—fifty total for Crystal Dragon Fortress. Afterward, the top ten performers would join Mososbury’s priests for the Black Dragon Conference preliminaries.

But Midi knew the real threats were the fourteen core disciples. The thirty-six selections? Merely those who’d lost the recommendation battles—a losers’ bracket in core disciples’ eyes.

Midi had long suspected this but kept it hidden to avoid arrogance. Seeing Level 67 Thor with Demon Dragon bloodline confirmed it—true power lay with such elites. To join their ranks, he couldn’t fixate on this selection. The thirty-six mattered, but not as much as studying fellow core disciples through their subordinates’ tactics.

An immense challenge, yet without it, how could Midi—new to the city—learn his rivals’ methods? Asking Veyna or Master Hawke might help, but relying on others wasn’t his way. He’d observe and deduce first.

"Show me your tricks," Midi murmured, turning to Arena Two where a Death Scorpion selector clashed with a small-family warrior.