Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

He secretly activated the overload function of the Emperor Engine, and then silently recited the incantation:

"Shadows have touched everything, and I choose to dance on the edge of darkness."

"Shadow Step".

From the audience's perspective, Domi actually burrowed directly into the ground, transforming into a cloud of dark blue mist that rapidly approached the Sword Saint. Then, like a shark on dry land, he burst out of the ground, his body still emitting billowing heat.

That's what happens when the Emperor Engine is overloaded: breathing becomes rapid, but at the same time, it brings more oxygen to Domi and unleashes more power.

His right hook was already fully charged while he was on the ground, and his main goal was to win with one move!

That tiny fist covered in slime possessed the speed of a meteor and the strength of a thirty-year-old.

The blow landed on Alger's chin, sending him flying off the ground. The elderly caregiver, overwhelmed by the shock, was forced back into Alger's body to continue his dormant state.

"With the old man involved, Dominic should be a piece of cake."

Alger, who was temporarily isolated from the outside world, thought this way.

Sure enough, he sensed the return of the Sword Saint, which meant the battle was over and he could regain control of his body.

However, when Alger took control of the body, he found himself floating in mid-air, his jaw feeling like it was dislocated, causing him excruciating pain.

"I... got blasted away?"

"How can it be!?"

Seeing that Alger had been knocked bloody by that uppercut, the referee figured he couldn't continue fighting and advised Domi:

"Young Master, your opponent seems to be nearing the end. Why not declare you the winner of this battle?"

“Hey, that’s not right,” Domi wagged his finger at the referee and said, “Referee, look, Alger is still holding his sword. I think Alger is still capable of fighting back until his weapon is knocked away.”

"You said...right?"

As he spoke, Domi grabbed Alger's trouser leg and, with a strength clearly beyond his years, dragged Alger up, making him spin 180 degrees in the air before slamming him down heavily in another spot.

boom!

Yellow sand splashed everywhere.

"Smoke but no injury, it seems the force wasn't strong enough."

"Oh right, sword, I need to grip it tightly~"

Domi thoughtfully made Alger's fingers grip the hilt of the sword again and summoned one of the three heroes of the Night Manor, an assassin, to help stabilize Alger and his sword.

Anyway, the undead summoned with ashes have no weight.

That way, Alger can stay with his sword forever.

So, with each "bang!" "bang!" "bang!" as the ground was pounded, the audience gradually became numb.

In Domi's hands, Alger, who was called a genius, the strongest teenager, and the future of humanity, was beaten like a chick.

It's a true 'beating' in the physical sense.

If he had simply passed out, he might not have had to suffer so much. But he remained conscious, and could only watch helplessly as he was smashed around.

Without realizing it, he began to find the world utterly absurd.

Why... why am I still getting crushed and beaten even though I have such a good starting stat and am three years older than Dominic?

Are all the children from top aristocratic families this capable, or is it simply because I'm too weak?

I'm too weak...

Once the thought arises, it stays in my mind and I can't shake it off.

It was as if there was a broken record constantly playing those three words—"Too weak."

Click... Click!

It sounded like shattering glass; something inside him seemed to crack open—was it his heart, liver, or spleen?

No.

It is his dignity, his confidence, and his pride!

It was smashed to pieces and shattered in each and every impact to the ground!

[You have successfully shattered the Dao Heart (incomplete) of the Chosen One, Alger; Villain Value +20]

Only after hearing the system message did Domi finally stop.

At this moment, Alger lay paralyzed on the yellow earth like a filthy pig, covered in dirt, his face bruised and swollen, his eyes lifeless, and his face marked with the words of a loser.

The audience was silent.

Actually, Domi was a little tired from shaking Alger. He patted his dusty hands, turned around, and stopped before walking back into the waiting passage he had come from.

From this excellent angle.

Domi turned his head slightly and said to Alger, who was not far behind him:

“I’m not good at magic, so some people call me a good-for-nothing behind my back, but I don’t care, because I know I’m not a good-for-nothing.”

"Listen up, you genius swordsman..."

"So-called geniuses are nothing more than those who can even cross the threshold of my understanding."

"Your arrogance is nothing to me. Go back and train for another hundred years!"

[You have successfully shattered the Dao Heart of the Chosen One, Alger (complete), Villain Value +80]

Domi smiled triumphantly, then left with a flourish.

The referee struck the gong: "I declare Dominic Bloomfield the winner of this match!"

"boom!"

A collective gasp of astonishment erupted from the audience.

At that moment, the impossible became possible. The dark horse made a comeback, trampling the white horse under its iron hooves and winning the crown!

Countless gold dragons, silver wolves, and bronze eagles fell into Morey and May's pockets, the coins clinking and clattering, producing countless crisp and melodious sounds.

Whether one enjoys wealth and honor or not, sometimes it truly depends on a choice made in a single moment.

Morey never dreamed that after just one game, he would earn the profits that Nightwish would need to operate for three consecutive years.

Even Mei went from being a child in a poor mountain area to becoming a middle-class rich woman.

[Personal experience, behind-the-scenes manipulation, 12 times return on investment! Achieve the hidden achievement of playing the villain—the ruthless capitalist, villain value +10]

Gambling has destroyed the livelihoods of some people, but it has also elevated others to godlike status.

At this point, news of the match had spread, and within just one night it appeared on the front page of the daily newspapers in various major territories.

"The third son of the Brofeld family easily defeated the genius boy Alger and boasted—genius is just the threshold to seeing me!"

"Haha, you've really stolen the show this time, Domi!"

Edward was the first to send a congratulatory telegram.

Next came the others. Was Edward the one who liked Domi the most? No, it was because he was the quickest to curry favor.

"I told you long ago that I was confident of winning. See? I won so easily, and you still didn't believe me."

Everyone turned their heads away as if they didn't want to recall that embarrassing time.

After returning home from the Dragon's Nest, Carlos and Greta seemed to have gone to meet someone, while he and Edward returned first.

I didn't talk to them much after I got back. These guys are probably curious about his methods now. If they catch him, they'll probably ask him all sorts of questions, which will drive me crazy.

So Domi went straight to Shia's room.

Sure enough, she was already in the room, leaning against the balcony railing and gazing into the distance, seemingly waiting for him.

"I defeated Alger, now you can answer my question, right?"

Shia turned around, her hands behind her back. A gentle breeze lifted her long, rose-red hair, forcing her to frequently tuck it behind her ears.

"Of course, after all, it was a promise I made."

"Then tell me."

"Emm... what was the question again?"

"???"

Left with no other option, Domi could only repeat the question:

"Sia, why did you give me that razor blade? What is your purpose?"

Shia sighed softly:

"So, the reason you're so fixated on the answer to this question is because you're still wary of me?"

"Otherwise, how should I treat you? I just don't want to be kept in the dark, that's all."

"Okay, okay~" After organizing her thoughts for a moment, she said, "Is it possible that the razor blade was a gift I simply wanted to give you after confirming that you are a Soul Eater?"

"Why would you send me a gift for no reason? Isn't there a saying, 'Unsolicited kindness is never genuine'?"

"because I like you."

"...that is, theft,..."

"What did you just say?!"

Revealing her true feelings doesn't seem to be difficult for Shia, because she can face her emotions honestly.

"Because I like you. If I didn't like you, why would I go to the trouble of giving you something so precious?"

"Hey, aren't you going to say anything?"

"I...I...I...I...I...you...you...ah, this..."

This sudden confession completely stunned Domi, leaving her utterly speechless.

Has anyone ever told you that you're really slow-witted? You're so straightforward and slow-witted, like a dump truck.

Just then, everything before my eyes suddenly became illusory, like a mirage.

Shea was just on the balcony, how did she suddenly appear behind him?

Shea looked at him with a smile on her lips, as if she had succeeded in some little trick again.