Weak Scion? Or a strong Scion?

Tor slowly walked forward with Jeanette by his side, Tor gazed in front of him where thousands of people were sitting and gazing back at him. Some were gazing at him with awe, some with fear and some with jealousy, those gazes didn't escape Tor's eyes, but his face didn't twitch at all.

Tor's eyes narrowed slightly as he let out some air out from his lungs before his lips parted away from each other and his voice sounded out throughout the whole building. "This 'banquet' has been planned for twenty years, and now the time has come for me to stand in front of all of you and speak."

His strong voice entered everyone's ears, everyone thought of different ideas of why Tor, the Patriarch of the Dragon Family stood in front of them. But none of them voiced their thoughts out as it would be blasphemy if they had said something wrong…

"As like my forefathers in the Dragon Family, we have kept quiet of the heir for twenty years until they are mature and strong enough before we allow them to 'see' the world." A smile crept upon Tor's face as he spoke the next words slowly. "An heir of the Dragon Family has already been born and his birth was twenty years ago this very day."

The World Nobles were quiet, some of them had their eyes widened in shock, others were relieved while some of the younger ones were slightly jealous of hearing that the Royal Family – Dragon, has an heir.

Older World Nobles were relieved because they knew how much the Royal Family meant to the Human Race. Since the Fall, the Royal Families has been leading the Human Race with their superior strength in different aspects. They were relieved and happy as they knew that an heir will be leading the next generations for the years to come.

Tor waited patiently for a while before he continued speaking. "Some of us have aged and worry about the future, therefore I will appease everyone here that in the upcoming month, a tournament will be held. All youths under the age of 100 will be allowed to enter this tournament and showcase their strengths, by showing us their strengths, they will have opportunities to join different armies and groups in the future."

Just by hearing this, all the young World Nobles under 100 years old started getting excited and their blood were boiling, this was one in a lifetime opportunity for them to showcase how strong they are to the Royal Family. While the younger ones were excited, the older ones nodded in appreciation as they felt like if they knew how strong the younger generation was the more relieved they would be for the future of the Human Race.

The Human Race had increased their longevity in their evolution of strength over the passage of the million years since the Fall. The longevity of the person would increase the stronger they were, some of the older World Nobles filled with wrinkles were over two thousand years, whereas Tor and Jeanette were 571 and 567 years old respectively.

As for how strong they were, it was actually unknown… From the weakest of humans, they would only be called "Mortals", but this strength varied as it had 100 levels in it before they could awaken their souls and step into the light of cultivators and immortality.

The base of the Mortals were the same for everyone, but everyone had different unique traces which made them special, some could strengthen their own bodies, some could breathe fire and others could create different magic of light, dark, earth, water, wind, space, gravity, time and many more types of magic and cultivation methods.

Most of the weaker armies of the Humanity had to be at least at the 50th level of the Mortal Realm.

As said previously, the Mortal Realm was just a step into the bigger picture of strength that the humans could muster forth. After the Realm of Mortal, there existed the Realm of Genetia, Realm of Kings, Realm of Throne, Realm of Sovereign and the Realm of Immortals.

No one actually knew if there existed something stronger than the Realm of Immortals as there hadn't been anyone that reached that Realm yet. All of those Realms have levels from 1 to 100, and stepping from one level to another would make the user stronger in many ways.

As the humans reached the latter part of Realm of Mortals, their longevity would reach for over three hundred years. As they stepped into the Realm of Genetia, their bodies would change and become much stronger and their longevity would increase to almost one thousand years. Further stepping into the realm of Kings, they would be able to live for two thousand years.

No one knew how long the humans that reached the Realm of Throne, Sovereign and Immortals could live for as none of them had died of old age and only had fallen in wars.

Jeanette stepped forward and stood by Tor's side as she slowly gazed swiftly at everyone. "This will be a chance for everyone to see the strength the next Generation of Humanity will have, and of course, our Son will participate in this Tournament." Jeanette's voice was cold yet it had a tinge of warmness in it which no one were able to perceive other than Tor.

As the Patriarch of the last remaining Royal Family, he knew most stuff that happened on their continent. He knew the strengths of 'normal' youths and he knew the standard strength of the royals, therefore Tor understood how this tournament will be played out by most parts, yet Tor didn't know the 'true' strength of his Son as of now.

Of course Tor would watch his Son training from time to time and he would even have some sparring sessions with him. But not once had Tor been able to push his Son into fighting with all of his strength as once they started showing some signs of strength, Jeanette would rush in and push Tor away from their Son, not wanting her Son getting injured.

Tor grumbled slightly at the thought of not being able to know his Son's true strength because of his wife. Yet he would never voice out of his thoughts as he knew if he did, he would have to sleep on the couch for a very long time…

It wasn't that there weren't any other bedrooms and beds in the mansion, it was just that Jeanette had placed a couch in their bedroom and would force Tor to sleep in it if they argued for some reason.

Tor cleared his thoughts away from the nights filled with neck pain as he stared into the crowd. "The Tournament will be announced everywhere, you as World Nobles will be obliged to transfer those wishing in partaking in this Tournament and their families to this part of the continent. All resources used during this tournament will be repaid by Us."

After hearing about the Tournament, most World Nobles weren't surprised that they were the ones that had to 'transport' the participants here. Everyone had their own duties, therefore there wasn't anyone that felt bothered that they had to use the resources of their Family to transport common people around the continent.

"And because of some reports from the War Front, there will be a group which will be travelling and checking the status quo." Tor was calm as he spoke without showing any kind of emotions. "I will inform the ones that will be in this group, and I will personally lead it."

Just by hearing this, the World Nobles could speculate that something major either had happened or will happen in the near future. But none of them murmured or whispered a word, because in time they will be informed about it.

"This will be all for today. More specific information will be told and shared around the world through phones, newspapers, televisions and web-bracelets." Tor finished his speech as he finally gazed through the audience once more before he turned around and walked away with Jeanette following by his side.

When Tor and Jeanette finally left the scene, an old man appeared out of nowhere and coughed to get everyone's attention. "Most of you should know who I am, for those who doesn't know, I am one of the two butlers in the Royal Family, I am Xuan Sho." Xuan Sho's voice was deep and held strength in it.

It was only now that they managed to see Xuan Sho's appearance properly, he had wrinkles covering his face and seemed to be very old, his hair was short and completely white, his beard was white as snow too. Xuan Sho was wearing a dark butler outfit with white gloves, Xuan Sho had a faint smile on his face before he continued speaking.

"As my Master had spoken of, there will be a Tournament held in precisely 30 days, and I will inform all of you the rules of it."

Xuan Sho paused for a brief moment before he continued speaking. "The first rule is that no one over 100 years are allowed to partake in this Tournament, but the following persons that has reached their 100th year during this year will be allowed to partake." This first rule was to allow any youngsters that had barely reached their 100th year to join and show off their strengths.

"The second rule is more about to 'why' we are having this Tournament, to watch the strength of our youngsters, therefore the participants are allowed to use their strengths as much as they want, because there will be Elders closely watching the fight to not allow any serious injury or deaths." Xuan Sho could see that many older World Nobles were sighing in relief, no one wished to lose a young member of their Family.

And another reason was that their real enemies weren't each other, it was the real 'beasts' at the War Front which has taken millions of lives of their Human Race.

Xuan Sho let out a rare genuine smile as his lips parted away and his voice sounded out. "The third rule is that the Tournament is a process of elimination, but those that had lost will not lose the chance to fight for the Ranking 100 000. As there will be 75 000 of those that had won all their battles, and the remaining 25 000 will be picked off from those that had lost a battle."

What the Royal Family and the World Nobles wanted to see was the real strength of their next generation, and everyone knew that everyone had their weaknesses and could be unlucky in facing someone they shouldn't while their strengths were actually good enough to be in the 100 000th ranking.

"The last rule is more of a reminder than a rule..." Xuan Sho's smile vanished as his next words were calm and he didn't show any expression which made the World Nobles somewhat nervous. "The Young Scion will partake in this Tournament and will battle from the start like everyone else, His battles will always be the first and His opponents will have another opportunity to fight another battle without receiving a 'loss' in this Tournament."

There were a variety of reactions from the World Nobles, some of the younger ones scoffed slightly as they thought that the Royal Family was too arrogant. Whereas the older ones couldn't help but to smile as they thought of back when Tor fought in his Tournament, they couldn't help but to laugh deeply inside of their hearts as they wanted to see the shocked expressions of their children and grandchildren when they would witness the real strength of the Scion of the Royal Family. That was because they weren't stupid enough to believe that the Scion was weak at all, and could most likely face certain seniors while only being 20 years old.