God-Level Dominance

Chapter 006

Jason shook to his bones, fear filtering through every part of his body. 

He instantly crashed to his feet, but Jack would not hear a word that proceeded off from his mouth.

“Guards…” he ordered.

He had not just offended anyone but the guest of Prince Edward. 

It meant that he was now a fugitive in his own country.

He didn't care about his own ego anymore. He rushed towards where Riley was and crashed to the ground, his eyes filled with pleas.

“Please forgive me, please.” He begged his eyes out but Riley shook him off.

“Does that mean if you never discovered who I was linked to you would have mistreated me and gone scout free?

I'm sorry but someone like you shouldn't work in a place like this. The slum is where you belong!” 

All his further applications fell on deaf ears as he was soon tossed off the halls.

Meanwhile, Jack turned towards Riley, apologizing already in his eyes even before they were on his lips.

“I'm very sorry about what happened.” He apologized and Riley nodded.

“Let me take you to your suite…”

“Prince Edward begged you to accept it for curing him!” He added as though he knew Riley was going to refuse already and after a while, he accepted the offer.

The private courtyard was a slap in the face to everything Riley had ever known.

As Jack led him through the winding stone paths of the elite dormitory sector, Riley couldn’t help but notice the sheer waste of essence. The air here was heavy, saturated with a filtered energy that tasted sweet and clean, nothing like the metallic, ash-laden air of the mountains.

Marble pillars rose like white giants, and the sound of artificial waterfalls hummed in a rhythmic, expensive melody.

"This is the S-Rank Hermit Wing," Jack said, his voice dropping to that respectful tone that still made Riley’s skin itch. "Sir Harmon insisted. He believes a man of your caliber shouldn't be subjected to the common noise of the general student body."

Riley didn't respond. He just adjusted the strap of his worn-out bag, his dusty sneakers leaving faint grey prints on the pristine white tiles. His body felt lighter now that the toxin had been mostly refined, but he could still feel the phantom heat in his veins, a reminder that he was barely clinging to fifteen percent vitality.

They stopped before a massive set of double doors carved from dark, ancient wood. Jack pressed a hand against a sensor, and the doors hissed open.

"I will leave you to settle in," Jack said, bowing. "The Academic Dean will be by shortly to finalize the paperwork. If you need anything—anything at all—simply press the gold chime on the desk."

Riley watched him leave, then stepped into the room.

It wasn't a room; it was a palace. The ceilings were vaulted, and the furniture looked like it cost more than a block of houses in his neighborhood. The air inside was cool, carrying the scent of expensive incense and aged wood. It was the kind of place meant for meditation and power—a far cry from the damp, cramped corners he usually called home.

He walked further into the lounge, his eyes surveying the layout. A massive floor-to-ceiling window looked out over the academy’s eastern flank, offering a view of the glowing training spires.

But as he turned the corner toward the inner sanctum, his footsteps stopped.

There, standing by a table covered in essence-cooling herbs and medical scrolls, was a familiar figure.

The blonde lady from the beast zone.

Mia was mid-conversation with two others—Herald, the squad leader who looked like he’d just been stitched back together, and an older man in a white robe who appeared to be a squad doctor. They were huddled over a glowing chart, their faces grim.

The moment Riley’s shadow hit the floor, the room went silent.

Mia turned around, her fair skin flushing a deep, angry red the second her eyes locked onto his face. The fair skin that was covered in mud only hours ago was now clean, but the irritation in her eyes had only grown.

"You?" she shrieked, her voice cracking the peaceful silence of the wing.

She looked at his dusty, faded clothes, then at the fact that he was standing inside the most restricted dormitory on campus. Her stomach churned with a familiar, high-class bile.

"What are you doing here, you filthy scavenger? Did you follow me? Did you honestly think you could crawl your way into this estate to blackmail me?"

She took a shaky step forward, her body trembling with a rage that threatened to boil over. Behind her, Herald’s jaw dropped, his eyes wide with a mixture of confusion and shock.

"I don't know how you got past the gates, you slum pig," Mia hissed, her hand instinctively reaching for a ceremonial dagger on the table. "But I will make sure you are dragged out of here in chains!"