Reborn as the Genius Son of the Richest Family

The chef couldn't understand why they were so lax! They were casually talking to each other about beating him up and getting his key as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

They weren't even subtle. He was right there, listening to them!

He had never met such a strange group of demi-humans. It was much more obvious now that they were not local to Metropolis. Otherwise, they would have known that he was among the top non-Maugnetic fighters of the Pyramidic Cuisine.

And judging from the power emanating from the red-scaled Dragonborn, he estimated that the boy was only in the 4-star realm, while he was in the 5-star realm.

Not only that, but he had the power of a Mithril Relic by his side. Once he had proven his worth in this auction, then there was a good chance that he would be promoted to a major officer! He could have a chance to become a Maugnetic!

So all in all, he found no basis for Zion to be as confident as he was in this fight. He wouldn't be talking so casually to his teammate if he knew the strength that he was facing.

From what he could see, the only way that he could lose was if it was a two versus one.

"There is no way for you to team up against me," he said to the Dragonborns. "The barrier separating the Desert region to the snowy region cannot be crossed by any entity, magic, or power."

He thought that that was the reason why the white-scaled Dragonborn was here. She was here to help Zion.

"Really, that's good," Zion breathed a sigh of relief. "I don't want my sis to ruin my fun."

Even now, Zion still wasn't exhibiting the same nervousness his other opponents exhibited when they faced him.

"I hate to break it to you, but this will not be fun."

The chef threw the Mithril Relic dagger towards Zion, which he ducked away from quite easily.

Zion then raised his hands in front of him and tucked his chin near his fists, using the peek-a-boo style of boxing.

He rushed towards the chef, with his feet constantly shuffling and leaving behind only a single point of contact on the sand below him.

The chef retrieved his dagger, telepathically commanding it to pierce towards Zion's back.

But Zion seemed to have anticipated it and stopped in his tracks and side-stepped to dodge it.

"Impressive!" the chef praised.

Zion finally came face to face with the chef, throwing a simple left jab to his face.

But the chef saw his attack clearly, using his dagger to come in front of him and clash with Zion's fist.

The Dragonborn continued to throw jabs, straights, and uppercuts towards the chef, but each time, his attack was fended off by the Mithril Relic dagger that seemed to dance with absolute fluidity.

From anyone's perspective, it looked like their battle was equal.

Zion's punches were a bit slow and ineffective in the chef's eyes, while the chef's dagger was easily dodged with Zion's strange shoulder movements.

"They don't call me the fillet master for nothing!" the chef shouted, casting a magic spell that created ten identical copies of his own Mithril Relic dagger.

The daggers floated around him in a line, forcing Zion to take a step back. If you're not on M*VLEM*PYR, you're viewing a copy.

"Diced Severance!" the chef shouted, with the ten daggers shooting off towards Zion.

The daggers came at him from all sides, with each one trying to skewer him with the right precision and timing.

Zion kept dodging out of the way, taking a step back each time he did so.

It seemed that the difference between a 5-star fighter and a 4-star fighter was evident during this fight.

But although it seemed like he was pushed on the ropes, none of the daggers actually hit Zion. His foot technique and his dodges kept him out of harm's way, albeit with the smallest of margins.

The chef thought he'd win, but just then, they heard another yell coming from the snow mountain region.

"ZION! DON'T WASTE ANY MORE TIME!" Sheina shouted.

Zion, hearing this, couldn't help but click his tongue out of frustration.

"Dammit. I wanted to have some longer fun!" he complained under his breath.

Despite that, he took out a chocolate pellet from his pockets and swallowed it whole.

Suddenly, a powerful aura emanated from Zion's body, causing the sand beneath his feet to blow away from him. Even the daggers surrounding him were temporarily knocked out of their formation, surprising the chef.

"WHAT?!"

He looked at Zion, and felt a completely new power surging out of his body!

"That's…that's not possible!"

It seemed as if Zion had broken through to the 5-star realm in an instant!

Finally, with his new power, Zion punched one of the daggers and upon contact, turned it back into pure mana.

As the daggers tried to pierce him again, Zion kept dodging and issuing a counter-attack that destroyed all the dagger magic copies with one punch!

"He's… he's really a 5-star fighter!" the chef exclaimed.

It wasn't long before Zion performed an uppercut and punched the last dagger floating in front of him.

This was the real Mithril Relic dagger, and it flew back towards the chef uncontrollably, flipping in all sorts of awkward directions and forcing the chef to dodge his own weapon!

"You were hiding your power?!" the chef asked.

"I didn't want the fight to be over too fast!" Zion said, punching the air. "Now come on! Let's fight some more!"

However, before the chef could even comprehend what happened, they heard another scream come out from the white-scaled lady on top of a snowy cliff.

"I'm going to count to three, Zion! One…two…—"

Immediately, Zion raised his hand in surrender. "Alright, alright! Geez!"

Even if she couldn't get to him now, he'll definitely pay for it later when they get out of the Pocket Dimension.

He reluctantly and sluggishly bent down and reached into his own shadows, rummaging around with it for a few seconds before he finally found what he was looking for.

As he pulled out this thing, the chef saw a bright violet light coming out of the shadow portal.

Zion took out the black and violet gauntlets and equipped them in his hands.

The weapons locked into place in his wrists before glowing with a violet power.

"That's…that's a—!"

And before the chef could even express his shock and surprise at the weapon in Zion's hands, he suddenly saw the very fabric of space start to tear in front of him.

"Sorry, sir chef. My nagging sister wants me to get this over with. Maybe once you get stronger next time we can play a lot longer!"

Zion said those words with the innocence of a child, all the while having literal space start to crack from the mere presence of his gauntlets.

The chef was unable to move. He was completely stunned.

He couldn't help but stare at Zion as he jumped into the air and punched downwards.

The sound of glass cracking echoed out into the desert region.

That was the only thing that the chef remembered before being knocked unconscious.