The three Primordial Dragons gazed down at Alex as he stepped forward, their expressions unreadable but filled with contempt.
They exchanged silent glances, their massive forms radiating an overwhelming sense of power.
“So, this is the human?” Zyphir, the Primordial Storm Dragon, muttered.
“Heh,” Orvion, the Primordial Death Dragon, scoffed.
“Disgusting,” Xeltharion, the Primordial Chaos Dragon, sneered.
Alex didn’t react.
He stood still, his gaze lowered, not out of submission, but because Alphox had warned him not to look directly at them.
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It wasn’t fear that kept him calm.
His [Destiny Points] were maxed out at 100, which meant that even if they tried to kill him, he could undo his death instantly.
And if it truly came down to it…
[World Cleaver.]
Kaelios’ strongest skill, capable of instantly killing beings as strong as level 2,000.
If the dragons dared to attack, he wouldn’t hesitate to use it.
Then, the questioning began.
“Are you strong?” Orvion’s deep, rumbling voice cut through the tense air.
His aura pressed down like an invisible mountain, but Alex didn’t flinch.
The way they asked the questions was the most intense one yet.
Even the other participants, who were just as biased against humans, sensed that they tried to get rid of Alex.
They felt like if they had been in front of such a crushing aura, they wouldn’t have been able to answer the questions without stuttering.
And if you made a single mistake in your speech, it was considered a failure to the dragons.
“Strong enough to take on anyone in this room,” Alex answered without hesitation.
A murmur spread through the remaining participants.
Even Astariel, the Fallen Angel who had allowed Alex to farm [Destiny Points] earlier, grinned slightly.
“Hahaha~” Alphox laughed inside Alex’s mind, “Amazing!”
Alex had hesitated, but if even Alphox was laughing, then that meant he could still keep on going.
The Primordial Dragons, however, remained unimpressed.
Their expressions darkened further.
“Do you think you are worthy?” Zyphir asked.
“Yes,” Alex replied, his tone steady.
“Liar!” Xeltharion suddenly roared, his massive form shifting slightly.
His aura flared, shaking the room.
“You dare lie during our [Exam]?!”
For the first time, they reacted to an answer as well.
Usually they didn’t give you an indicative if you answered right or wrong, yet now, they challenged Alex’s answer.
“How so?” Alex raised an eyebrow, unfazed.
“You are NOT worthy,” Xeltharion growled, “And I think liars should be dealt with accordingly.”
He lifted his claw, lightning crackling around his talons, ready to strike Alex down—
But Alex still didn’t move.
“I’m not solely a human, though.”
Xeltharion’s claw froze in mid-air.
“What?”
The other two dragons narrowed their eyes.
“Check my bloodlines,” Alex grinned.
The dragons, and anyone capable of reading bloodlines, did exactly that.
[Bloodline: Human (F), Beast (Fox – B)]
Zyphir’s eyes widened slightly, not expecting that at all.
“You… have the Fox Bloodline?”
“Yes,” Alex confirmed.
The dragons exchanged glances once more.
But this time, something was different.
They began communicating through telepathy, their expressions flickering between confusion and annoyance.
‘Aren’t all the males dead?’
‘They should be, but the bloodline doesn’t lie.’
‘And where are his tail and fox ears?’
‘Doesn’t matter. The Fox Tribe only accepts females. Even if he has the bloodline, he’s an anomaly.’
For thirty seconds, they debated in silence, leaving Alex standing there.
Finally, they spoke again.
“What is your rank in the Fox Tribe?”
“The King,” Alex answered without hesitation.
“…!”
“So that means…”
“I’m the Queen’s husband, yes.”
Alex didn’t know if this was technically a lie or not, but Alera was his girlfriend, so he might as well consider her as his wife, right?
The dragons fell into another brief silence.
“That doesn’t change anything,” Xeltharion grumbled. “You’re still a lowly human.”
It was clear they didn’t care about his bloodline.
They made the rules here.
But still, they moved on, not killing Alex this time.
“Fine. Final question.”
Alex straightened his back slightly, his golden eyes shining.
[Bring it on.]
“If the three of us decided to attack you right now, what would you do?”
The air in the room changed.
This was unlike the other questions.
It wasn’t about strength or worthiness, it was a direct challenge.
Alex could feel their gazes locked onto him, trying to see through him.
But instead of fear, he smiled.
It was almost funny.
Slowly, he lifted his head, meeting their eyes for the first time.
A golden vortex swirled within his pupils, an aura far beyond anything a mere level 800 player should possess.
And then, he answered.
“I would kill you immediately.”
The moment the words left his lips, the room fell into absolute silence.
The Primordial Dragons, beings who had ruled over countless creatures for thousands of years, suddenly tensed.
They didn’t like his aura. They didn’t like his gaze.
Because for the first time in their existence…
They felt nervous.
It was irrational, impossible.
A level 800 human should be nothing to them.
And yet, when they stared into Alex’s golden eyes, something primal whispered in their souls—
[He’s telling the truth.]
There was something behind him.
Something beyond their understanding.
A presence.
Distant, yet terrifyingly close.
An unseen force that seemed to be watching over Alex, standing in his shadow, waiting.
A being strong enough that even if they did manage to kill Alex…
It would erase them from existence.
Even worse, they felt something entirely unfamiliar to them—
[Helplessness.]
For the first time in thousands of years, they had no options.
‘What the fuck is this human…?’
‘A God? A Chosen One?’
‘Should we attack?’
‘No… something is protecting him. We do anything, we die.’
Their instincts screamed at them.
There was only one choice left.
Zyphir was the first to break the silence.
“Yes,” he said, looking away.
Orvion sighed, “Yes.”
Xeltharion clenched his jaw, his pride visibly shattering, “…Yes.”
Alex simply nodded.
“Thank you.”
Without another word, he walked toward the [Accepted] section, passing by the stunned participants.
Even now, he could still feel the lingering nervousness in the dragons’ auras.
[They saw it.]
That was the power of a [Chosen One’s Aura].
Once he reached the other side, he exhaled slightly.
“That was intense,” he muttered.
Alphox chuckled, “Yeah, but did you see their faces? Priceless.”
Alex smirked, “They didn’t like what they saw.”
And finally, After Alex went through the Exam—
It was Astariel’s turn.
But unlike the others, the dragons barely hesitated.
“No need to check. We know you’re strong.”
“You are also worthy.”
“It’s a yes from the three of us.”
Astariel merely bowed slightly before joining the [Accepted] group.
A [Fallen Angel] was an incredibly rare existence.
If one joined the dragons, the benefits would be immeasurable.
Plus, Astariel had single-handedly wiped out an entire hallway of competitors.
With the final decision made, an announcement rang out—
[The “Exam” has now ended!]
[All those who have been accepted will now proceed to the real Dragon Bloodline Trial, where you will have the chance to claim our prestigious bloodline!]
No one cheered.
The survivors stood silently, their expressions unreadable.
Everyone here had one goal.
And they would do anything to achieve it.
[Participants Remaining: 367.]
Alex exhaled.
“It’s finally starting.”
Alphox grinned, “Get ready, partner. We’re about to tear through this trial.”
Alex smirked. “Yeah.”
No more games.
It was time to claim the [Dragon Bloodline].