[Welcome to the Judgment.]
Alex opened his eyes.
The first thing he noticed was the strange, ancient courtroom he found himself in.
He was standing inside a wooden witness stand, but it wasn’t just any stand, it was shaped like a cage.
Looking to his left and right, he saw four other participants.
They were here too.
And when he looked ahead…
“Let the judgment begin,” Xyrran’s voice echoed through the space.
“Alright.”
“Finally!”
The participants stood on solid ground, but around them was something far more intimidating.
A massive circular court surrounded them, with no visible entrances or exits.
And looming above them, in a perfect circle, were the Primordial Dragons.
Ten of them.
They stood tall, majestic, and terrifying, their eyes burning as they stared down at the participants below.
“So, for the rules,” Xyrran snapped his fingers.
Panels appeared out of thin air, floating in front of each participant.
“Just read them. It’s the easiest trial yet,” Alphox informed Alex.
[The Judgment]
[The Primordial Dragons will discuss your case and review what you did in the trial.]
[Just like during the Exam, you need to have the majority of votes to pass. Otherwise… it’s game over.]
Simple.
But simplicity didn’t mean easy.
“Let’s get this over with,” Vaelros, the Primordial Fate Dragon, muttered, “I have things to do.”
“Same here. Didn’t expect so many of them to live,” Orvion grinned, his sharp teeth glinting.
“Me neither. Looks like Xyrran’s trial isn’t as hard as we thought it would be,” Ignareth, the Primordial Inferno Dragon, let out a booming laugh.
“Shut the fuck up,” Xyrran growled, his wings twitching in annoyance, “If any of you were in my trial, you’d have lost too, bastards.”
The others chuckled, but they knew Xyrran wasn’t wrong.
His trial was the hardest.
The fact that multiple participants survived only meant they were stronger and more worthy than anyone expected.
[First: Lira from the Angel Tribe.]
Lira stood in her own cage-like witness stand.
A beam of light shone down on her from above, illuminating her calm face.
“Managed to keep her Token from the start of the trial to the very end,” Xeltharion, the Primordial Chaos Dragon, recapped, his voice cold and precise, “Took down a lot of participants, and defeated a Primordial Dragon clone with ease.”
[Time to decide, then.]
The dragons nodded.
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
The votes rolled in.
And soon, the final tally appeared.
[Yes: 8 | No: 2]
[Accepted.]
“Wait for the Judgment to end before we begin the Dragon Bloodline Ceremony,” Xeltharion added.
Lira smiled.
It was the first time she’d truly felt happiness since this ordeal began.
Next up were Clovox and Draven.
Both managed to gather enough votes and passed without much issue.
[Astariel’s turn.]
When it was Astariel’s time, the dragons didn’t even bother recapping his performance.
It was obvious.
He deserved it more than anyone.
[Yes: 10]
[Accepted!]
With Astariel’s acceptance, there was only one person left.
The final judgment.
[Fatebreaker, it is your turn to be judged.]
Alex’s judgment wasn’t just being watched by the dragons in the court.
The entire Dragon City was watching with more interest than any of the others, after all, it was extremely rare for a human to reach this far.
From their homes, the streets, and the skies, dragons of all sizes were glued to floating panels that displayed everything happening in real-time.
It was tradition.
The city needed to witness the final stretch of the trial, to see who was worthy.
But there was another reason too.
To remind everyone that no matter how strong these participants were… they weren’t pure-blood dragons.
It was both a display of entertainment and a subtle warning.
Now, it was Alex’s turn.
The final part of the trial.
“Well,” Xyrran spoke, his voice carrying a hint of amusement as he stared directly at Alex, “A human claiming to be the King of the Fox Bloodline because he’s apparently married to the queen.”
Some dragons snickered in disbelief.
“Pretty strong abilities, though,” Xyrran continued, “Magic, assassin techniques, and…”
He paused.
Xyrran was about to mention Alex’s [Destiny Powers], but he stopped himself.
Was it because he didn’t understand them fully?
Or because he didn’t want to reveal them?
“…Other abilities,” Xyrran finished, his tone flat.
“Managed to take down a Primordial Dragon clone during the final calamity with ease. And defeated my clone, too.”
[You will now be judged.]
A panel appeared in front of Alex.
This was it.
The decision.
The Primordial Dragons exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable.
Then, Xyrran raised his wing.
“We have decided that only I will judge you,” he announced, his voice echoing through the court.
The other dragons raised their brows but didn’t argue.
“My vote will count as either ten yeses or ten nos. Makes it easier, since I’m the one who decides of your fate anyway.”
Alex didn’t flinch.
His expression remained calm, unmoved.
All he needed was a yes.
“But before that…” Xyrran’s eyes darkened as they locked onto Alex’s golden pupils, which spun like a vortex.
“I have one last question.”
His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.
“If we said no and tried to kill you… what could you do?”
The same question from the [Exam].
But this time, the stakes were higher.
Ten Primordial Dragons stood before him.
And this was the final stretch before the Dragon Bloodline Ceremony.
[Do it, kid.]
Alex heard Kaelios’ voice echo in his mind, light and amused.
[I got your back if anything happens, though I’m sure you can handle it on your own.]
Alex smiled.
No fear.
No hesitation.
“Well…” he began, his voice calm and confident, “I’d simply kill you all.”
Silence.
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Everyone heard them.
Lira, Clovox, Draven, and even Astariel were shocked.
None of them expected Alex to be that bold.
Even the Primordial Dragons widened their eyes in disbelief.
And outside, the entire Dragon City was thrown into chaos.
A human threatening to kill ten Primordial Dragons?
Impossible.
Laughter and disbelief rippled through the streets, but Alex didn’t care.
He wasn’t joking.
And they knew it.
“And exactly how would you do that?” Xyrran asked again, his voice calm but dangerous, “Please, enlighten me.”
Alex shrugged.
“I don’t need to tell you unless it happens.”
Simple.
Direct.
Alex had made the right choice, gathering 100 [Destiny Points] before coming here.
It gave him the confidence he needed.
But the dragons… they could see it.
Alex wasn’t bluffing.
Or if he was… he believed his own words.
Xyrran hesitated.
On one hand, the human was undeniably strong.
But on the other…
Accepting a human into their bloodline?
That had never happened in history.
‘No,’ Xyrran thought bitterly, his mind made up. ‘He doesn’t deserve it. A trash human could never beat us all.’
He was biased to the core.
Ready to say no.
But then…
“You think you can beat us?” one of the Primordial Dragons hissed, his pride wounded.
The others joined in, their egos flaring.
Their massive wings unfurled, casting dark shadows over the court.
“You’re nothing, human. Know your place.”
Xyrran blinked, surprised by his companions’ reaction.
But then, a sinister thought crossed his mind.
‘Wait… this might be the easiest way to get rid of him without saying no.’
A smile crept onto his face.
He was glad his companions acted out.
But Alex?
He didn’t even blink.
As the ten Primordial Dragons loomed over him, ready to attack, he simply sighed.
Shaking his head, unimpressed.
[Do it.]
Kaelios’ voice rang out in his mind.
Alex nodded.
It was time to use [World Cleaver].