Thorough Interrogation!

Davis' sister, Noell Blackwell, arrived just in time, exactly as Vahn had anticipated.

Standing at 5'9", Noell possessed icy blue hair, fair skin, and the valiant physique of a hero. Her presence was striking, like a winter storm wrapped in poise.

Then came his mother, wearing her usual cold, expressionless face. There was no gentleness in her demeanor—only the rigid demand for results. In the Blackwell household, compassion took a backseat to perfection.

The family dynamic was painfully clear: two strict, imposing parents and an older sister who carried what little warmth the family allowed.

"So, Davis, where were you all this time? And what's the reason behind this sudden change?" his father finally asked, his tone low and sharp as a blade.

The man speaking was Dominic Blackwell—president of the Hades Group and current head of the Blackwell Family.

He stood tall, his chiseled jawline framed by a thick beard, and his piercing eyes narrowed with suspicion. His very presence exuded dominance, making it clear why the world feared the name Blackwell.

Vahn kept his head slightly lowered, his voice stuttering just enough to maintain the act:

"I-I went to a training camp with my girlfriend... and took a Super Serum to boost my health for my 2nd Awakening."

At his explanation, a few of the cousins and elders around him scoffed with open disdain.

"A Super Serum? That won't grant you any Mana Core, cousin," one of them sneered. "Perhaps try using that brain of yours next time."

Another added, arms crossed and a mocking smirk on his lips, "Or maybe you're just relying too much on that Sacred Mana Physique? If so, you'd better learn some actual knowledge."

The young man who spoke had a refined air about him, standing behind one of the uncles like a shadow seeking attention.

Their mockery wasn't entirely baseless. The Sacred Mana Physique was indeed remarkable, allowing for perfect spell efficiency and seamless flow, but it didn't affect Awakening or core evolution.

What they didn't know, however, was that Vahn no longer had the Sacred Mana Physique.

He now possessed the Abyssal Dragon Physique—a supreme upgrade, far beyond the Sacred version.

What was once thought impossible for normal practitioners was now within his grasp.

Even the Divine Physique of Light from his past life might pale in comparison.

He knew this because he had fought Calypso ( Abyssal Dragon Monarch) herself many times.

Her power, mana output, and terrifying efficiency had etched themselves into his soul like fire into flesh.

And now, he had the very foundation that made her unstoppable.

But Vahn remained silent. His goals were far more important than wasting energy on petty brats playing politics.

However, Davis' sister wasn't one to stay idle.

She stepped forward protectively and declared:

"Enough! You're all undermining my little brother's efforts here. I won't tolerate these insults. If any of you have a problem with him, I'm happy to settle it in a family duel."

As she spoke, her aura shifted instantly. It turned icy cold, and faint traces of frost shimmered in the air around her body. It was an unmistakable sign of her battle-ready physique.

The three cousins flinched and swallowed hard, retreating a step in hesitation.

"S-Sister Noell, there's no need for hard feelings between us," one of them stammered. "We were just trying to encourage Davis to grow as a person. If he remains as he is now, how could he possibly inherit the position of President?"

His tone was softer now, mixed with faux concern, as though he truly cared for Davis. But beneath the surface, his words were a calculated strike. A cruel reminder to the elders that Davis, in his current state, was unfit to become the next head of the Blackwell family.

It was a subtle power play, one meant to plant doubt while also asserting their presence in the line of succession, just like shrewd, conniving old men in young bodies.

As a woman, Noel was prohibited from becoming President despite her clear qualifications.

So naturally, if Davis were proven unworthy, the path would open for these vultures to claim the position for themselves.

"Enough!" Dominic barked, raising his hand to silence the room.

Then he turned to his younger brother and said,

"Damon, inspect him thoroughly."

Damon arched an eyebrow but nodded with a lazy smirk.

"As you say… Mr. President."

He stood up from his seat and approached Vahn.

While most of the room accepted the order with calm expressions, Noel's face twisted in disbelief.

"Dad! He's your own son. How could you suspect him like this?"

Dominic's response was cold and firm:

"He may be my son, but I won't allow an imposter, or any evil parasite to infiltrate this family."

Vahn gently held Noel's hand.

"Let it be, big sister. I also don't want anyone to keep doubting me."

She looked into his eyes for a moment, then let out a quiet sigh and stepped back.

Damon smirked as he placed his hand on Vahn's arm. With a whisper of arcane syllables, his eyes lit up with a soft blue glow.

He activated a deep inspection spell that allowed him to peer into Vahn's body. Blood vessels, cells, bone structure, and mana flow. Everything became visible to him.

As he scanned Vahn's internal systems, Damon's confident expression faltered for a brief second. The young man's cells were radiant with life and raw potential, far beyond what he expected from the previously weak Davis.

Still unconvinced, Damon took a small blade and pricked Vahn's skin to collect a drop of blood. He brought it to his lips, tasting it as a final ritual to confirm the subject's identity.

This was an old, forbidden technique that read memory traces within blood.

The inspection took several tense minutes. Everyone waited in silence for the verdict.

And finally, Damon turned to the curious eyes and announced: Davis is—