The man seated at the head of the table looked slightly grim. This situation clearly worried him even more.
For an ancient family to fear the family of a newly risen young man—what a bitter irony.
He tapped the table, and everyone turned to look at the old man.
"Dole's bloodline is impossible to read. Whether it is truly a top-tier bloodline remains unknown. But his two partners are both exceptionally gifted. Their children will inevitably possess top-tier bloodlines as well. The rise of their family will be impossible to stop. If possible, find a way to join forces with others and curb them. Otherwise..."
Everyone agreed deeply.
One Glory Family was enough. If another Glory Family emerged, then one day, even the chaotic rainforest might become an empire.
At the same time, Dole's formidable combat strength officially became something every organization had to take seriously.
Whether it was the great empires or the powerful Wizard organizations, Dole's name now appeared on all their desks.
Dole had originally been nothing more than the lord of a provincial city, completely unknown. The only thing that had made him stand out was finding Nightmare during the battle for Nightmare.
Who could have imagined that, only a few years later, the young boy who had found Nightmare through his own efforts would leap straight to level nine—and that his avatar would defeat Sorov, one of the world's top three figures?
At first, everyone had thought it was bullshit. But there had been too many level-nines watching that battle for it to be bullshit. Now that Dole was hunting down the Voodoo Organization everywhere, everyone finally understood just how fierce this monster was—a free, unbound level-nine with no factional ties.
He had fought the Dark Holy See's divine envoy twice and defeated Sorov. Overnight,