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CHAPTER 54
The hall remained suspended in a fragile silence.
Adrian stood at the center, calm yet thoughtful, as dozens of eyes watched him with anticipation bordering on reverence. The plea for him to become President–General still lingered in the air, heavy and unresolved. Elders knelt. Vice Presidents bowed. Catherine stood among them, her gaze never leaving his back.
Adrian was not ignorant of their expectations.
He simply hadn’t decided.
Titles meant little to him–but he also understood what refusing might mean. Power vacuums were dangerous. And the Medical City, having just purged a monster like Aldric Arvan, stood at a crossroads.
Just as Adrian parted his lips to speak-
The doors to the grand hall exploded open.
BANG.
A thunderous echo rolled across the chamber as a line of armored guards stormed in, boots striking the marble in perfect rhythm. Their presence alone carried authority–sharp, disciplined, and merciless. Each wore insignia that made even elders stiffen instinctively.
Behind them walked a tall man, his posture rigid, his aura restrained yet oppressive. He was dressed simply, but every step he took bent attention toward him like gravity.
Freya stepped forward immediately.
Her expression was composed, respectful, almost warm.
“It’s good you arrived on time, Father,” she said clearly.
The word Father rippled through the hall like a shockwave.
Whispers erupted.
“Her father…?”
“That means…”
“Ventress…”
The man’s eyes swept the room coldly before settling on the kneeling figures, then finally on Adrian. His gaze lingered–not impressed, not fearful–but sharp, assessing.
Freya turned slightly, her voice rising.
“These people,” she said calmly, yet firmly, “are about to make a grave mistake.”
Her words sliced cleanly through the murmurs.
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“They intend to place someone utterly unfit into the position of President–General.” She lifted her chin slightly, her gaze pointed, unwavering. “Someone with no standing in society. No recognized lineage. No tested mental level. No experience governing the Medical City.”
A few elders shifted uncomfortably.
Freya continued, her tone crisp. “How can someone who has never even undergone an official evaluation- someone without a name–rule the Medical City?”
Her words struck like knives.
Some nodded hesitantly.
Others frowned.
Catherine’s fingers clenched.
Before anyone could respond, the man beside Freya strode forward.
Straight toward President Alistair Renford.
No one stopped him.
No one dared.
SMACK.
The sound echoed like a gunshot.
President Renford staggered sideways, blood blooming at the corner of his mouth as he collapsed to one knee.
Gasps erupted.
“P–President!”
“He slapped him!”
“Is he insane?!”
The man stood over Renford, eyes blazing with fury.
“If this is how you planned to rule the Medical City,” he thundered, “then your election was a farce!”
Renford’s eyes shook–but he said nothing.
The man turned, addressing the entire hall.
“If we had known,” he continued coldly, “that you would be so incompetent, so blind, we would never have supported your rise.”
His voice sharpened.
“You allowed Aldric Arvan to manipulate you. Used you. Played you like a pawn.” His eyes narrowed. “How can you be President and yet never advance beyond Level–2?”
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The insult was absolute.
Renford clenched his fists, humiliation burning through his veins.
The man raised his chin.
“If anyone is to rule the Medical City,” he declared, “it must be someone born from it. Someone who understands its operations, its politics, its dangers.”
His gaze shifted.
“Someone like my daughter.”
Freya stepped forward slightly.
“She may be a woman,” he continued, unapologetic, “but she possesses everything required. Talent. Intelligence. Authority. And unlike you–she has already surpassed Level–2.”
Shock rippled through the hall.
“She’s beyond Level–2?”
“When did that happen?”
“No wonder the Ventress family is so confident…”
Freya stood tall, neither denying nor boasting.
President Renford struggled to his feet, wiping blood from his lip.
“You don’t understand,” he said hoarsely. “If Adrian stands as President–General, the Medical City will be safe. Everything will—”
“Enough,” the man snapped.
His eyes were merciless.
“My name,” he said coldly, “is Varric Ventress.”
A hush fell instantly.
Everyone knew that name.
One of the core powerhouses of the Medical City. A man whose influence reached into elections, appointments, and resource control. Someone who could sway the Medical Association with a single word.
Varric Ventress folded his arms.
“I refuse,” he said flatly. “Either the Ventress family takes the presidency-
His gaze hardened.
“-or I will challenge this farce directly.”
The hall stiffened.
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“I will summon seven challengers,” Varric continued. “Each one beyond the major levels.”
Silence.
Then-
“What?!”
“Seven?!”
“Beyond major levels?! That’s madness!”
“That’s not a challenge–that’s an execution!”
The elders turned pale.
“That kind of duel means death…”
“No one survives facing seven such figures…“‘
Renford’s legs nearly gave out.
He knew.
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If Varric followed through, the Medical City would fracture. Blood would spill. And the consequences would be catastrophic.
Varric looked at him coldly.
“Choose,” he said. “Name who will face them… or step aside.”
Renford trembled.
He opened his mouth-
And closed it again.
He couldn’t decide.
If he chose Adrian, it would be condemning him to death.
If he surrendered… the Medical City would fall into Ventress control.
Disaster either way.
The hall held its breath.
Then-
A calm voice cut through the chaos.
“I’ll accept.
Every head snapped toward Adrian.
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He had stepped forward.
One step.
That was all.
His expression was composed, his posture relaxed, his voice steady.
“I accept the challenge.”
The hall exploded.
“What?!”
“He agreed?!”
“Is he insane?!”
“Seven beyond–major–level opponents?!”
Catherine’s heart slammed violently against her ribs.
“Adrian-!” she cried.
Freya’s eyes narrowed sharply.
Varric Ventress studied Adrian closely for the first time–really studied him.
“You?” he asked coldly. “Do you understand what you’re agreeing to?”
Adrian met his gaze without hesitation.
“Yes.”
No fear.
No arrogance.
Just certainty.
“If this is what it takes to end the dispute,” Adrian continued calmly, “then I’ll do it.”
The room shook–not from power, but from realization.
Varric’s lips curved slightly.
“…Interesting,” he said.
