Without uttering the keyword, Amon, who was alone, was teleported to a medical room.
Moans and groans of pain immediately filled his ears. Many injured participants were lying there, and he even saw some who were charred—his own victims.
As Amon took a nearby chair to sit and wait, a doctor approached him. This was a special privilege for the main family members to be treated first.
"Congratulations on becoming first place, Lord Amon."
"Thank you."
"May I treat you?"
"Of course."
"It's an honor for me."
The doctor treated him with great respect. All of Amon's efforts were paying off.
"Which parts are in pain, young master?"
"My arms, both of them. It seems the bones are crushed."
After that, the doctor healed him, but during the process, Amon noticed Roderic trying to leave the room.
"Hey, aren't you forgetting something?"
Amon spoke with a delighted smirk, in stark contrast to Roderic's grimacing face.
"Tch!"
Roderic clicked his tongue in frustration as he removed his ring and tossed it to Amon before storming out with a sour mood.
"Hahaha."
Amon was thoroughly pleased by Roderic's defeated expression. He caught the ring with his now-healed right hand.
It was actually Roderic's engagement ring with a woman named Xie Mei. The ring was black, adorned with a lotus flower. It was different from Amon and Ariel's engagement ring, which was gold with a rose engraving.
"The treatment is complete. I'll take my leave now."
"Yes, thank you."
Amon then placed the ring on the middle finger of his left hand, right next to his engagement ring with Ariel on his ring finger.
'Two fiancées and one woman who's already promised to marry me. Not bad. But somehow, I don't feel like the protagonist of a harem story. Is it because none of them actually love me?'
Whatever the case, Amon was still satisfied.
He then returned to the banquet hall. People flocked to him the moment he entered, like ants swarming over sugar.
Their thoughts were all the same: 'Amon secured first place, his future is bright; I need to make a connection with him.'
"Lord Amon, congratulations on securing first place. Allow me to introduce myself—I'm a prince of the Brasian Kingdom."
"I'm truly amazed by your speed, Lord Amon. My eyes couldn't even follow it. I am the ambassador of the Slulepia Empire."
"I must have been blind not to see your true strength, Lord Amon. I am the top disciple of the Sea Dragon Sect."
"You're quite handsome, Lord Amon. Let's have tea together sometime. I am the Queen of the Elyndria Kingdom."
Amon felt great, and why wouldn't he?
In his previous life, he was just trash, surrounded by other trash. But now, many elites from all over the world wanted to get acquainted with him.
"Yes, nice to meet you..."
However, Amon was still Amon.
Even though his life had improved, surrounded by elites and wielding extraordinary power, deep down, he remained the same. He was an introvert who struggled in crowded situations.
Being surrounded by so many people like this made him feel overwhelmed. Nausea and dizziness started to creep into his body.
'Someone help me! Ariel, your fiancé needs you!'
His face grew pale. But on the other hand, Ariel was dealing with her own problems.
As Amon's fiancée, she too shared in his newfound glory. Many people tried to connect with Amon through her, and now she was also surrounded by a crowd.
'Damn it, I should have just gone home,' Amon regretted his decision.
Luckily, someone came to his rescue. It was a person higher on the social ladder, with more influence than anyone present, and also the wealthiest individual in the room.
None other than Arthur, the Patriarch of the Lucerion Clan.
As Arthur walked toward Amon, everyone immediately made way for him.
"Come with me."
'For some reason, he seems angry at me,' Amon thought.
Arthur led Amon to a private chamber off to the side of the banquet hall.
These private chambers were abundant, useful for holding secret conversations, taking a rest, or even engaging in a one night stand.
Once inside, Arthur sat on a chair and gestured for Amon to sit across from him.
"Have you been hiding your power?"
"Yes, I have."
That was the only answer Amon could give.
"Why did you do it?"
'Why are you asking? I don't even know how to answer that!'
To provide a reasonable and logical response, Amon delved into the memories of the original Amon.
The original Amon had been born into a martial family, the Lucerion Clan, renowned for their swordsmanship that had reached its peak.
However, the original Amon lacked any talent for becoming a swordsman or any kind of martial artist.
Some people say: every person has a talent.
That's true, but not everyone can discover their talent.
The original Amon was an example of that. His environment didn't allow him to express himself freely and find his true talent.
Instead, his surroundings constantly pushed him to learn martial arts, which was not his talent. The result was predictable—failure.
After many failures due to his lack of talent, he saw people his age who were more successful than him.
He then thought: what's the point of trying if I'll just lose in the end?
And so, he decided to stop trying—more accurately, to become lazy.
The current Amon completely understood his predecessor's suffering, as they both shared similar backgrounds.
His parents on Earth always said: science is more important than anything, so you must study science; there's no need to learn anything else.
And so, he kept studying science, even though he knew it wasn't his talent.
The result was a gloomy and failed adulthood.
'If only I had learned martial arts, maybe I would have a muscular body instead of being fat; if only I hadn't listened to my parents, I could have bought my dream car by now; if only I had forced myself to learn martial arts, maybe I could have become a world champion.'
'No matter how many times I think about it, none of those 'if only' scenarios will change reality. It's all too late.'
However, his past failures and the original Amon's past had nothing to do with the answer he needed to give.
The key point was Amon's reputation as a lazy person.
"Because I'm lazy. I didn't want to be given any missions, so I pretended to be weak."
Even though the Lucerion Clan sat at the top of the pyramid, they still had responsibilities.
Sometimes, great disasters befell the nations under Lucerion's protection. If those nations couldn't resolve the disaster, it was Lucerion's duty to step in and handle it.
As a minor, Amon wouldn't be assigned to lead any major tasks, but he would still be assigned as an assistant, just to gain field experience.
"From now on, you'll have to complete a mission on your own, without any help."
"How could I possibly handle a disaster affecting an entire nation on my own?"
The scale was too big for him. He could barely save himself, let alone save a nation with millions of people.
"Figure it out yourself. Consider it a punishment for being lazy. If you fail, there's a possibility you'll be expelled from the clan, depending on how badly the failure impacts us."
Arthur seemed genuinely frustrated.
Amon could only sigh in resignation.
"Let's move on to the next topic. It's about the techniques you make."