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"He's dead."

Apollo let out a sigh and briefly recounted Max's story.

"Two hundred years ago, he tried to seize someone else's Astral Aurum. He failed, and I had to step in to seal the other party."

"Two hundred years later, he went looking for that same person again, wanting to know who had broken through my magic array. But then... he ran into Lord Velen."

"And later, I too was enslaved by that man — my life and death no longer under my control."

"So… your mentee tried to rob someone and ended up getting counter-killed?"

Blackgold Sovereign said bluntly, his tone making Apollo's mouth twitch.

Did you really have to put it that way? Apollo thought.

Jerry quickly jumped in to defend, "Mentor, looking at it that way, if I hadn't accepted those two hundred million low-grade mana crystals, it would've been a grave offense to Lord Velen!"

"If that had happened, we'd probably have ended up worse than Senior Apollo!"

"Mentor!" Jerry suddenly burst into tears. "If you think about it, accepting the two hundred million was saving your life! If we had offended Lord Velen—"

"My disciple..."

Blackgold Sovereign patted Jerry's shoulder with a heavy sigh, a look of deep fear on his face.

"It was Mentor who wrongly blamed you."

"Blackgold old pal," Apollo suddenly spoke up in a mysterious tone, "do you know what kind of team is the easiest to manage?"

"Hm?"

Blackgold Sovereign frowned.

He had a very bad feeling about this.

"A team with unified thinking is the easiest to lead!" Apollo grinned brightly.

"I just suggested to Lord Velen to appoint Senator Ethan as the steward of all servants. From now on, every bigshot we 'invite' from the upper plane universe will have to sign a slave contract!"

"APOLLO!!!"

"You dragged me into the pit, and now you want to drag others down with you?!"

"I'll kill you!!!"

Blackgold Sovereign roared furiously, his staff glowing as a terrifying vortex of energy began condensing at its tip.

Jerry, meanwhile, collapsed hopelessly to the ground.

"Just destroy everything already… please…"

Meanwhile, in Senator Ethan's Laboratory...

"Another... another Sovereign?"

"And you want me to manage the servants?"

Senator Ethan's hand trembled, and the test tube he was holding shattered on the ground with a sharp crack.

He stared at his newly polished level 9 Forge and suddenly showed a terrifying smile.

"It's time to establish some proper rules for the newcomers..."

"Senator Ethan, I knew you were the perfect choice for steward!"

Velen said approvingly after hearing Ethan's plan for 'discipline setting.'

After all, no fortress could operate without rules.

And now, with two Sovereign servants under their roof, it was high time for a little… structure.

Back in Apollo's Servant Quarters...

When Velen and Senator Ethan arrived, they found a hilarious sight: Apollo, Blackgold Sovereign, and Jerry were sitting in a row, their faces covered in bruises, looking like three goblins who had been trampled by a dragon.

"...What the hell happened here?"

"I just left for a little while. How did it turn into this mess?"

Velen blinked, utterly baffled.

"Right, we'll need either the little lollipop girl or the one-eyed redhead to oversee the contract ceremony," Velen muttered to himself, considering the next steps.

Just then, the system's voice popped up:

[Ding! Detecting Host's dilemma. Suggest summoning Victor to assist with the slave contracts.]

"Victor?"

Velen's eyes lit up.

"Perfect — always leave professional work to professionals!"

With a flash, a golden crack opened in the air, and Victor, clad in radiant holy armor, descended onto one knee, his voice trembling with emotion.

"Master! Finally, I can come out and breathe fresh air again!"

"You have no idea how much I've missed you!"

At the sight of another terrifying powerhouse arriving, Blackgold Sovereign almost fainted on the spot.

What kind of demonic lair is this fortress!?

"Victor, you know the drill," Velen said casually, giving his armored shoulder a pat.

"Yes, sir!"

Victor immediately pulled out a sheepskin contract scroll, looking like a seasoned notary mage ready to officiate.

At this moment, Blackgold Sovereign suddenly stepped forward.

"Lord Velen! Since I share a bond like father and son with my disciple here, why not have him sign a contract as well?"

"As the saying goes — a master and disciple united can even scrub floors with the spirit of high art!"

Jerry: "..."

Mentor, seriously?! You're throwing me under the bus at a time like this?!

Taking a deep breath, Jerry mentally prepared himself.

"Fine, being a servant it is. Getting to work in Lord Velen's fortress... maybe I can spin this as a badge of honor..."

"NO!"

Apollo suddenly jumped up and objected fiercely.

"Our fortress has standards! Only Sovereigns from the upper plane universe are qualified to be servants!"

"Jerry — this little newbie who hasn't even reached Titan Rank — isn't worthy to wield a broom!"

Jerry: "???"

You're really going to be that shallow about it?!

In the next second, Jerry leapt up onto the roof, his silhouette bleak and tragic like a rejected wandering poet.

"I, Jerry!"

"First disciple of a Sovereign from the upper plane universe!"

"Top of the Rising Magi Rankings!"

"And now... I'm not even qualified to mop floors?!"

Jerry's heart shattered into pieces.

Is the fortress's entry bar really this high?!

As he was still wallowing in existential despair, a rabbit flew past on a longsword, its legs crossed arrogantly.

"Hey, two-leg! Move it!"

Jerry: "..."

"A tiger fallen into the plains, bullied even by rabbits..."

Tragically, Jerry stepped aside.

After all, in this fortress, even a rabbit could easily outclass him.

Especially one who lived in a palace made of high-grade mana crystals!

Jerry really wanted to die.

But before he could continue moping, the rabbit, flying through the courtyard, suddenly swooped down.

"Master! I missed you so much!"

Only to be kicked straight into the horizon by Velen:

"Get your butt over to special training with the one-eyed redhead!"

Elsewhere, in Chaos City...

"Lord Velen," Jerry said earnestly, "the upcoming Archmage Conference no longer holds meaning for me."

"I'd like to pitch a tent at the foot of the fortress mountain — to stay close and learn directly from my mentor..."

Velen interrupted with a frown.

"Then why didn't you say so back at the fortress? You just wanted to freeload off me for two extra Spatial Portals?"

Jerry: "???"

"I mean…!"

He struggled to explain, "Before I go back, I have to settle my duel with Steven!"

"Oh, that stubborn donkey who challenges you every year and keeps losing?"

Velen tossed him a teleportation scroll casually.

"Off you go. I'm already number one on the Archmage Leaderboard.

It's time I gave Steven a proper beating myself."

Watching Jerry vanish into the portal, Velen stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"That kind of cockroach-like resilience... is worth encouraging."

"Anyway, I'm about to break through to Ascended Rank. I'll let him have the top spot afterward."

Meanwhile, eight hundred miles east of Chaos City—

A heavily injured young man was sprinting across the wastelands, his eyes burning with determination.

"Jerry! This time, I will defeat you!"

"I, Steven, will finally ascend the Archmage Leaderboard!"

——CRASH!

A rabbit riding a longsword crashed from the sky, landing directly in front of him.

Steven: "What the hell?!"