Supreme Paragon Reborn: Humanity's Rise To Galactic Supremacy-Chapter 339: Blind Spot To All

Going back to the ceremonial ball, there was nothing Michael would have rather done more than wait until it was over. But a certain tingling feeling warned him it was a bad idea.

Exhaling slowly, he paced towards Victoria.

She appeared to be arguing with three cultivators who bore a striking resemblance to her. They were undoubtedly some of her relatives.

The woman at the forefront, bearing the aura of a Radiant Lord, was named Stella. With her blonde hair and blue eyes, she resembled Victoria, though she paled in comparison to her beauty, despite being from a superior realm.

To her left stood Allan, a man slightly taller than her, whose presence carried the power of a Peak Grandmaster. A quick observation made it clear the man’s composure was faltering, and he was currently relying on his two relatives for support.

To Stella’s right stood a slightly shorter woman named Freya, who radiated the presence of an Absolute Lord. Her suggestive dress left very little to the imagination... Her shoulders, most of her back, her long legs, and the side of her wide hips were exposed to the onlookers, basking in the lustful gazes of men who could barely keep their primal urges in check.

"I can’t believe a leech like you really dared to show your face here!" Stella bellowed. "How dare you leave the Golden Vanguard?! It seems our grandfather has spoiled you far too much!"

Victoria scoffed.

"Who are you to call me a leech? I’ve proven that no matter which faction I belong to, my efforts would be recognized and respected here. And you? You hide behind the faction you were raised in, never daring to challenge yourself. Could you perhaps be projecting your own insecurities?"

The casual accusation made Stella clench her teeth. Clearly, Victoria was used to dealing with her relatives’ hostile remarks.

"Let’s all calm down..." Allan said with an awkward smile, trying to ease the tension.

"They just wanted to make sure you’ve lost interest in the race to become the future heir of the Golden Vanguard, Victoria. That’s all there is to it."

In response, Victoria glared at him with a dragon-like gaze. "Once a rat, always a rat, Allan. As always, you act flustered while trying to manipulate others to your will."

Allan frowned, averting his gaze.

"You are all so adorable..." At the words of Absolute Lord Freya, the two fell silent.

"I, for one, see nothing wrong in my cousin’s choices." Freya declared.

"Women like us are blessed with irresistible charm. There’s nothing wrong with using it to your advantage." She giggled.

"The fact that you’ve managed to woo such a promising man with your irresistible allure is an extraordinary achievement. If you milk him for all he’s worth and repeat the process a few times, you will surely go very far. How do you think I got to the position I’m in today?"

Victoria knew the three only wanted to irritate her, so she was being careful. Especially when speaking with Freya. Despite her appearance, Freya was an Absolute Lord, not someone to be underestimated.

But the way Freya spoke about Michael, as if he were nothing more than a piece of meat, an advantage to be exploited and discarded... rubbed Victoria the wrong way.

"Oh?" Freya tilted her head, amused.

"By the look in your eyes, it seems you care for him? Well, drop that. All men are the same... Braindead, lustful cavemen who should be treated for what they are: make them provide until they break and then discard them. Even your precious Michael isn’t an exception."

Just as Victoria was about to hurl a curse, she froze, seeing Michael nearby.

Despite what some might believe, she didn’t want his help. Quite the opposite... she didn’t want him to meet any of her relatives, as it would only complicate things further.

’Please... don’t ask me if I need help. I’ve got it covered.’ Victoria thought silently.

Fortunately, after greeting the three with a warm smile, he offered to take Victoria for a dance. His reasoning was quite simple. Since he had already danced with Nicole earlier, the other girls would undoubtedly get jealous, and he wanted to avoid such an outcome.

In that moment, a cruel smirk spread across Freya’s face as she wrapped herself around his arm, her chest pressing tightly against him.

"Wouldn’t you rather take me?" Her eyelids flustered, her breath quickening as she scraped her hips across his leg, trying to stir desire. She wanted to show Victoria that her man wasn’t different from the rest and that she could seduce him if she chose to.

However, in the next moment, Freya’s reality shattered.

"Sorry." Michael pulled his arm free from her embrace. "I have no interest in hookers."

"..."

Left utterly speechless, Freya stepped back, staring at him with wide eyes.

Meanwhile, Victoria chuckled softly before accepting Michael’s offer for a dance, leaving her three relatives frozen in humiliation.

"Who were they?" Michael asked as they moved across the dance floor.

"I’ll tell you later." Victoria whispered, a faint blush visible on her cheeks as she rested her head on his chest, savoring the moment.

Coincidentally, Michael spotted Richard, who was dancing with a woman in a romantic embrace. When their eyes met, Richard made an okay gesture behind his date’s back, which roughly translated to, "I scored tonight."

Once Victoria was content, Michael took Claire for a dance. Thankfully she didn’t seem to be in hot waters with the cultivators she was speaking to.

During their dance, Michael noticed that Brucy observed them with a pleased expression.

Next was Ava, who seemed to be having the time of her life, enraging one young master after the next. Her tongue proved to carry a more poisonous edge than anything the privileged cultivators had ever faced before.

Though, due to the nature of the ball, nobody could afford to attack in retaliation.

Surprisingly, once the dance with Ava ended, Ruby approached Michael, pouting cutely. She seemed jealous and clearly wanted a turn for herself.

What followed was an abomination of movements that could hardly be called dancing. When the two clasped hands, Ruby flailed in every direction simultaneously, with no sense of rhythm or direction. Dancing with her was like running several marathons back to back.

But Michael didn’t mind. Ruby’s sparkling eyes made it clear she was thoughtfully enjoying herself.

Eventually, when the ceremony was nearing its end, the Indomitable Alliance didn’t linger for more than necessary. Leaving at a moment’s notice.

"Everything is proceeding within the exceptions." The Emperor surveyed the gathered warriors.

Subtly, his gaze shifted towards Queen Seer.

"You have been acting strange as of late." The Emperor pointed out. "Is fate getting altered again?"

Queen Seer shook her head.

"No... actually I think I am starting to understand it. The real reason for the initial change... even the purpose of my existence."

She paused briefly.

"But I don’t wish to get ahead of myself. The next time we see each other, I should have the answers to your questions."

"Good." The Emperor nodded. "Inform me at once when you discover who is capable of altering fate. They must be eliminated immediately."

"Naturally..." Queen Seer exclaimed, her blindfold hiding the fact that she was observing Michael’s back as he left.

"It wouldn’t be right to uphold such information... not from humanity’s ruler."

Since her words were technically truthful, the Emperor didn’t doubt her, dismissing everyone shortly afterward.

Meanwhile, Michael informed everyone that he had something to take care of, bidding the faction farewell and promising that he would return within a week for the battle against the Bottomless Void before disappearing toward a certain destination.

A place that only he knew existed...