Chapter 517

Chapter 517: Lilian’s Attention

Midi never imagined that staying quietly in his camp would draw visitors. And not just any visitors—these were forces even Mososbury City wouldn’t dare cross.

Blue Lake City stood as the largest and most powerful among top factions. Lilian, the genius heir of its first family, had never cared for anyone’s opinion. Even Ingman only received playful teasing from her, never gaining real favor. Her mind-related abilities let her read emotions effortlessly, especially men’s desires, until it bored her.

She’d yet to meet someone who truly interested her. So she hunted for distractions—not out of cruelty, but to stave off boredom. This time, she’d hoped to watch fighters squabble for her attention. A death or two during sparring would’ve made things delightfully messy.

But seeing Midi shocked her. Not because he was human, but because she couldn’t read him. No thoughts. No emotions. Nothing.

*A Thought Capturer?* The idea flickered in her mind before she dismissed it. Even gray dwarves’ top-tier Thought Capturers couldn’t fully block psychic scanning. Could his Dragon Heritage explain it?

Forced to rely on sight alone, she studied him. His looks were striking—noble bearing blended with confidence. The True Dragon Body Refinement Method and psychic energy had sharpened his mortal handsomeness into something fiercer.

Lilian, who’d always brushed off men, now stared. Here was someone she couldn’t decipher. Handsome. Strong. Three reasons to linger.

It wasn’t love, but nearby Ingman bristled. Had Lilian ever looked at anyone this long? She barely acknowledged him unless bored.

But this black-haired human caught Lilian’s attention immediately.

This annoyed Ingman.

Soon, something else happened to worsen his mood.

Lilian actually started chatting with Midi first.

"Human, I know you’re Midi Asreks. I’m Lilian from Blue Lake City. Call me Lily." She smiled. "Tell me, how did you come from the surface to the Shaded Realm’s fourth layer? How did you join Mososbury City? It must be quite a story!"

"Miss Lilian, it’s a long tale and honestly rather dull," Midi answered calmly with a light smile.

Though appearing relaxed, Midi’s nerves were stretched tight.

The dark elf beauty before him was a real high-level psychic user.

Her mind-related abilities surpassed both Midi and Alexis.

While Midi could only use Half-Sight Perception, Lilian employed Full-Sight Perception.

She used her psychic powers recklessly.

When Blue Lake City’s team entered the cross-domain teleportation portal, Midi felt her repeatedly scanning the cavern.

Now her psychic energy locked onto him completely.

Countless Threads of the Mind wrapped around Midi like spider silk, probing his thoughts.

Anyone but Midi – a quasi-Ruler of Psychic Energy – would’ve had their mind read already, even top-tier Thought Capturers.

This borderline psychic attack meant they’d entered a battle state.

But facing multiple level 67 fighters plus a hostile level 68 expert, Midi couldn’t afford to fight openly.

His only option was secretly activating Black Iron Dragon Flame.

The flame’s Dragon’s might granted strong psychic resistance. Combined with his own defenses, Lilian’s efforts proved useless.

Still, getting rid of her remained problematic.

A curious woman couldn’t be easily shaken off.

True enough, despite Midi’s evasive answers, Lilian kept pressing.

"A dull story? A human’s journey from surface to underground sounds fascinating! I’ve never seen the surface world. Tell me about human kingdoms?" She persisted brightly.

"Shouldn’t you prepare for the Black Dragon Conference?" Midi forced a smile. "Even if you’re strong enough, I’m not."

"No problem! I’ve got rare materials and Grade Ten Potions you can use. Just chat with me sometimes," Lilian offered casually.

"This…" Midi’s smile turned strained.

Onlookers stared in shock.

Lilian, who usually manipulated men effortlessly, was chasing Midi?

Even if testing his trump cards, was this necessary?

Hearing enough, Ingman stepped forward coldly. "Stop playing, Lilian. If you want to probe this human, I’ll handle it."

Without waiting, he summoned a level 67 Demon Swordman from their team.

"Worman, test him."

Lilian pouted but didn’t interfere. She’d anticipated this.

Testing Midi’s strength was inevitable. Let Ingman be the villain. Maybe she’d help Midi later and gain his trust.

Feigning sadness, she stepped aside.

Mososbury City’s fighters and family heads darkened.

Midi beat level 66 opponents, but 67 was different. This was blatant force to make him reveal his trump card.

Though Thor and Alexis disliked Midi, Ingman’s disrespect angered them all.

Yet Midi stayed calm.

"Let’s spar then," he agreed.

"Bold." The Demon Swordman swung without ceremony.

Before the strike landed, Midi vanished.

"Too fast!" The swordsman yanked his blade back, blocking behind him.

Midi’s Horn King Greatsword clashed against the longsword.

Black Iron Dragon Flame surged.

Trapped, the swordsman dodged but took damage.

Midi pressed relentlessly – teleporting, slashing, burning with dragon flame.

After a dozen exchanges, the swordsman bore multiple wounds. Not life-threatening, but humiliating.

"Enough." Ingman declared. "Mososbury wins."

He smiled dismissively and led his group away, Lilian following.

"That Midi’s Dragon Heritage is strong. Level 67 Worman lost. But that’s all," Ingman judged. "He’s no True Expert. Not worth our attention."