Chapter 506

Chapter 506: Seating Arrangement

Hearing the enforcement elder’s unreasonable remarks, Midi simply smiled. "Does the elder of Mososbury City’s first family now rely solely on empty words to claim credit?"

"You dare!" The enforcement elder’s face turned ashen at being openly challenged.

Midi paid no heed to the elder’s anger—since he’d already provoked them, he might as well push further.

"I obtained the monument’s main body while Thor only got its base because I showed greater patience, preparation, and ability to seize opportunities. To put it plainly—I’m stronger, so I claimed the superior prize." Midi delivered these arrogant words with utter calm.

Stronger than "Warrior" Thor.

He stated it outright.

Before acquiring the True Dragon Body Refinement Method, Midi might have compromised or argued. Now, with the True Dragon dual methods and his mind-related abilities reaching the Half-step Ruler of Psychic Energy realm, showing weakness was unnecessary.

Let strength settle disputes.

"Midi Asreks—you challenge me?" Thor finally spoke up. As Chief disciple, silence now would undermine his status forever.

"I’ll accept any challenge. But proving superiority doesn’t require arena brawls alone." Midi removed his storage ring and activated it.

His spoils materialized before the family’s higher-ups—a mirror of Thor’s earlier display, yet fundamentally different.

Midi’s treasures outclassed Thor’s completely.

Thor’s weaponry and heritage skills came from the seventh to ninth levels. Midi’s haul originated from the Tenth Level. Though fewer in number, quality reigned supreme here—every eye in the hall recognized the Tenth Level’s unmatched superiority.

Thor’s Grade Seven and Eight potions belonged to the Dragon God Temple’s mid-tier exchange list. Midi’s collection? Exclusively high-tier Grade Nine and Ten potions—unbrewable by Midi himself, each vial priceless enough to ignite wars between major families.

"Is that… the legendary Flesh Rebirth Potion? The dead-raising miracle?" The alchemist elder’s voice shook.

"Correct." Midi nodded.

"Could this be the Ascension Potion?" The elder attendant breathed heavily. "Instantly levels those under 65, pushes those above to their peak?"

"Indeed. Though it pairs best with this." Midi indicated another vial. "The Comprehension Potion lets even Level 65+ warriors advance immediately."

"Comprehension Potion?!" Multiple voices erupted.

The first family’s dignified higher-ups now resembled awestruck tribesmen, gasps echoing through the hall.

No one blamed them.

In the Shaded Realm, if someone faced a row of Grade Nine and Grade Ten Potions yet clung to pride over practicality, such a person valuing face above true strength would’ve been dead long ago. True power mattered most.

What Midi placed before the family’s higher-ups now was raw, undeniable "strength."

Who wouldn’t covet it?

Even "Warrior" Thor couldn’t hide the envy and greed in his eyes.

Had they known these potions were mere spoils bought with spare Black Flame Coins to placate them, their fury would’ve been boundless.

"I’m grateful for the Death Scorpion family’s resources and opportunities," Midi said calmly, eyes fixed not on the higher-ups but on the family head—the sole decision-maker. "But this should prove my worth."

The family head smiled faintly. "Not just proved—it’s far beyond my expectations."

Relief washed over Midi.

The matter was settled.

His fighter qualification for the Black Dragon Conference was secure.

Everything he’d done—all to earn this chance for true transformation.

"Our Death Scorpion family emerged victorious from the Crystal Dragon Fortress trial without losing a single fighter—a perfect outcome," declared the family head. "Midi ranks first, Thor second. Others follow by spoils provided. Any objections?"

None spoke. Even the enforcement elder, ever hostile to Midi, stayed silent.

The Black Dragon monument had been Midi’s foundation. The potions sealed his championship.

Against such overwhelming proof, objections would’ve been laughable.

When only Veyna’s soft clapping broke the silence, the family head smirked. With a wave, his storage ring glowed, swallowing the two Black Dragon monuments from the hall.

Such treasures required his personal guard. The potions, though precious, were beneath his direct oversight.

"Alchemist Elder: catalog the potions. Elder Attendant: manage the weaponry. Enforcement Elder: announce the rankings." The family head turned. "Midi Asreks—follow me."

They navigated tunnels through the cavern’s depths, passing checkpoints until reaching a colossal stone pillar—the family head’s private domain.

In a study-like chamber, the family head poured aged wine. Midi’s eyes betrayed nothing.

*I should’ve protected him earlier,* the family head thought bitterly. *Before he killed that elder. Had I known he rivaled Thor…*

But the family’s neutrality had bred resentment.

"Don’t trouble yourself," Midi interrupted. "I’m an outsider. Our bond is transactional—you invest, I deliver returns via the Black Dragon Conference. Your earlier neutrality was logical. I’d have done the same."

The family head grimaced. What should’ve been kinship was now cold transaction.

Yet hope remained: Veyna’s intimate ties to Midi. That connection might yet bridge the gap.

"For now," he conceded, tossing Midi a silver ring.

"This?" Midi noted its intense magic wave.

"An access pass second only to mine." The family head listed privileges: Library Tower, Alchemy Workshop, Mechanical Workshop, Hangar—even the Black Dragon altar.

"Gratitude," Midi nodded. The ring meant deeper study of alchemy and mechanics—keys to conquering Dark Dragon City.

Seeing Midi’s impassive face, the family head sighed. "This ring can’t repay our debt. Having survived Crystal Dragon Fortress’ trials, you’ve outgrown our heritage. Name your price—anything within our power."

"Anything?" A glint sharpened Midi’s gaze.

"Anything."

Interest flickered in Midi—finally.