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Orion looked at him and replied casually, "I am Ray Wiser. Just joined two months ago."

"I am Reilly Raymond. I hate to say this, but you won't stand a chance against me if you're planning to participate in the assessment," Reilly immediately tried to overwhelm Orion with his words.

Orion shrugged, his demeanor still casual. "Yeah, maybe you're right, or maybe not."

Reilly frowned, seeing that Orion didn't take his words seriously. "You don't seem to understand something. I'm the strongest in the guild, aside from Erza, in the gold rank for our age category. So, you, who have just entered the gold rank, don't stand a chance against me. Understood?"

Orion nodded, "Yeah, I understand. You're the strongest, and we stand no chance." He said that in a bored tone, as if he were forced to utter these words.

"Are you mocking me?" Reilly suddenly clutched Ray's collar when he heard the uninterested tone in Orion's words. To him, it felt like Orion was intentionally making fun of him, even after knowing how strong he was. Your next journey awaits at m v|l-e'-NovelBin.net

"What do you think?" Orion sneered.

Reilly looked at him deeply, then let him go. "Don't match with me in the assessment." He left, saying those words.

Orion shrugged and waited as if nothing had happened.

"You've offended the wrong guy, Ray," Shuna said to Orion, shaking her head in pity.

"I agreed with all his words, but he still got offended. Typical young master attitude," Orion smiled.

"What do you mean by that?" Shuna asked curiously.

"Nothing," Orion shook his head.

Shuna didn't pester Orion, seeing he didn't answer her.

At that moment, Orion's attention was drawn to the grand entrance of the combat hall. The doors swung open, and a hush fell over the crowd as a group of people made their way inside. At the forefront of the group was a striking woman who immediately commanded attention.

She appeared to be in her early thirties, exuding an air of authority and grace. Her vibrant red hair cascaded down her back, shimmering in the hall's light, much like the fiery locks of Erza, but with a more refined and polished sheen.

The resemblance between the two was unmistakable—the same sharp features, the same intense gaze—but this woman carried herself with a maturity and calmness that spoke of years of experience and wisdom.

Orion's eyes narrowed as he took in her presence. If he didn't already know better, he would have easily assumed that the woman was Erza's mother. Her demeanor, her poise, and the way she seemed to naturally command the room all suggested a figure of matronly authority. But Orion knew the truth. This wasn't Erza's mother; it was her elder sister, Zemiri.

Zemiri was a name known throughout the guild and beyond. As the Guild Master of the Starfire Guild, she was a formidable leader, respected and revered by all who served under her. Her reputation as both a strategist and a warrior was well-earned, and stories of her prowess were often spoken of with admiration by the guild members.

Unlike Erza, who was known for her fiery temper and impulsive nature, Zemiri was the embodiment of composure. Her presence brought a sense of order and discipline to the chaotic energy that often surrounded the guild.

As Zemiri walked into the hall, her gaze swept over the assembled participants, her eyes briefly locking with Orion's. For a moment, he felt the weight of her scrutiny, as if she could see through his disguise, straight into his true identity. But her expression remained impassive, giving nothing away.

'It's her divine rank aura that made me feel like this,' Orion thought.

Erza followed behind her, along with several others with strong auras. Orion narrowed his eyes at them as they entered. He could tell that Zemiri's strength had reached the divine rank, while the others following her were at the conqueror's rank, one rank below her.

Orion had learned the full power system of the three domains and the entire universe. He had only known up to the diamond rank while knowing the peak rank was the divine rank.

But as he delved deeper into the mysteries of the three domains and the wider universe, he discovered there were levels of power that extended far beyond what he had initially imagined.

The ranks of Crown, Ace, Conqueror, and Divine represented the ultimate stages one could achieve after reaching the diamond rank. Each of these ranks marked a significant leap in power, with Divine rank standing as the pinnacle, reserved for those who had mastered their abilities to an unimaginable degree.

After Orion understood the glaring difference in strength between him and those Ten Seats, he realized it would take a long time before he could match them. But at the same time, his clone, roaming out there with strength at the divine rank, made him feel very jealous.

He sighed and stopped thinking about it.

"Everyone is here," Zemiri said, looking around the hall.

"Everyone should know me, and if you don't, then let me introduce myself. I am Zemiri, the master of the Starfire Guild."

Zemiri introduced herself before getting to the main topic.

"I will tell you the rules of the selection. Since there are a total of ten of you and only one will be selected, you will have to fight each other to decide who will win in the end. And don't worry, who will fight whom will not be decided by us, but by your luck," she said, turning to Erza.

Erza stepped to the middle of the stage and took out a transparent bowl that usually held fish. However, at this moment, it wasn't full of water and fish, but of parchment papers.

"All of your names are inside the bowl. Come and pick out one paper, and the name on it will be your opponent. If you choose your own name, then you will pick again until it isn't your name," Zemiri explained to them.

"Now, I will ask you to come and choose your opponent one by one," she said.

Roman immediately adjusted his glasses and stepped forward ahead of everyone. Upon arriving in front of Erza, he put his hand in the bowl and took a parchment of paper.

"Read it aloud," Erza said.

Roman opened the paper, and his face became grim when he saw the name on it. "Reilly Raymond."

Reilly laughed when he saw Roman pick him. "Haha, Roman. It's been a long time since we fought. Let's see how good you are now," he said, walking towards Roman with a grin on his face.

At that moment, a middle-aged man stepped forward and appeared between them. He looked around 30 years old, with curly hair, a clean-shaven beard, and a cheeky smile hanging on his face. He was Nathan Kart.

"I will be the judge," Nathan said, looking at Roman and Reilly. "The rules are simple: If one of you admits defeat, then the other person wins. If I have to interfere, I will decide who wins and who loses."

"Now, start," he commanded, signaling the start of the battle.

Roman unbuttoned his suit and set it aside. He also loosened his tie and tucked up the sleeves of his shirt.

"Come on."

He took out a dagger and looked at Reilly.

"Heh," Reilly smirked when he saw Roman and beckoned him with his hand.

"Come. Let me see how strong you've become."