“No way a pharmacist like her could whip up a rare elixir tablet like that!” one of the Patriarchs scoffed, his voice dripping with disbelief.
Outside the chamber, the Patriarchs‘ faces went ghost–white, their hands trembling. They’d written off these “lowly commoners” as nobodies, but now? They were staring at power they hadn’t seen coming.
Even the commander of the event was rattled. That advanced elixir tablet Raven had pulled out? It wasn’t just rare–it was a game–changer.
‘Who the hell is this girl?‘ he wondered.
Dropping serious cash on Earth and flashing not one, but two advanced elixir tablets? That wasn’t small–time. That was big–league.
And now, Raven was on the verge of escaping the secret room–a twist the organizers never saw coming.
The higher–ups had been dead certain no one from Forlunda City could snag a promotion slot. They’d rigged the secret room with brutal challenges, designed to weed out the “trash” they didn’t think deserved to move forward.
If this was just some martial arts champ, they’d be cannon fodder in a high–tier city. A total waste of time.
To be Scion’s assistant, you needed more than fists–you needed sky–high Heaven points and a sharp mind. Brains over brawn, every time.
The organizers had bet on the teams from lower–tier cities crashing and burning. A nobody from tiny Forlunda City breaking through? That wasn’t even
on their radar.
“They’re almost out!” the commander barked, his excitement barely contained. “Can they actually pull this off and grab the promotion?”
No sooner had he spoken than Raven and Mick strolled out of the secret room’s passage, cool as ice, not a scratch on them.
Five minutes later, the final exit slammed shut. An announcement echoed through the arena: anyone still trapped inside was out of the running, their
shot at advancing gone for good.
Anastasia and her crew strutted out of the temporary passageway rigged up by the organizers, clueless that Raven had already crushed the level.
Anastasia’s eyes locked onto Raven, a nasty glint flickering in them.
She sauntered closer, venom dripping from her words. “Hey, Raven, that last round of poison gas? It’s coursing through your veins. Without an antidote, you’ll be bleeding from every hole in ten minutes flat.
“Lucky for you, I’ve got an elixir tablet that’ll fix you right up. But here’s the deal–beg to be my personal maid.
“Do that, and I might save your sorry butt. Otherwise, you and that loser next to you can kiss your lives goodbye.”
Anastasia’s pent–up resentment poured out like cheap wine. She smirked, practically tasting Raven’s surrender.
But Raven and Mick didn’t even glance her way–they straight–up ghosted her, treating her like she was invisible.
Worse, the big shots in the audience, the heads of the major families, were eyeballing Anastasia like she’d lost her mind.
‘What the hell?‘ Anastasia’s confidence wobbled. She scanned the crowd, but all she got back were looks of pure disd
Some rando in the stands snorted. “Is she brain–dead? Raven’s got an Advanced elixir tablet. Why the hell would she grovet for your pathetic
Intermediate one? Get real.”
“Keep that weak–ass tablet for yourself.” Raven didn’t even bother with a comeback. She just turned and strolled toward the judges‘ seats, cool as ice.
Anastasia’s face burned red, her teeth grinding so hard they might’ve cracked. “I gave you a shot, Raven, and you blew it. Let’s see how tough you are when that poison kicks in!” she spat, glaring daggers at Raven’s back.
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