''This old man is so easy to fool. I just played along, and now he''s convinced I''m his grandson. I can''t believe an idiot like this is the strongest ,''

    Reign chuckled inwardly while waiting for Draven to speak.

    The Demon God tapped the table, contemplating how best to explain things.

    "You probably think I''m an idiot for claiming you''re my grandson, don''t you?" he asked.

    "Of course not. Not at all," Reign replied, feigning ignorance.

    "You don''t need to lie. Even I feel like a fool for saying it. But we can confirm it once you do what I''m asking."

    "You see, before Raiden disappeared, he built a large artifact in the center of this capital. It can only be used by someone related to him. I can use it—and so can you."

    Reign hesitated. The chance that he wasn''t really his grandson was high.

    "And what happens if it doesn''t react? What will you do then?"

    Draven''s gaze didn''t waver. "If it doesn''t react, I''ll accept that I''m wrong. But if it does, you''ll have undeniable proof of who you are. And from there we can talk about your future."

    Reign''s fingers tapped rhythmically against his arm, his mind racing.

    The risk wasn''t small, but if it worked, he could gain Draven''s trust—and those rings he had his eye on.

    ''I still have the system. I''m sure I can pull this off and make everyone believe I''m really his grandson. Once I get those rings, I''ll be more unstoppable.''

    ''In fact, I don''t even need to get the rings,''

    Reign thought to himself.

    ''All I need to do is convince this old man to let me hold them, and then I can use the system to create a copy for myself.''

    "By the way, since you''re planning to give me those rings, can I take a closer look?" he suggested casually. "You don''t even need to take them off—just let me touch them for a moment."

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    "No," Draven replied, shaking his head. "Prove yourself first, then we''ll talk about the rings."

    With a commanding presence, he stepped forward and made his way to the base of the monolith.

    There, a stage had been prepared, a platform for him to address the gathered demons.

    On the stage, his presence filled the area, and everyone''s attention turned to him, waiting for him to speak.

    They respected him and his lineage deeply. The impact they had on demon society was undeniable.

    It wouldn''t be an exaggeration to say that much of the demons'' technology, success, and achievements could be traced back to him and his son.

    Their contributions had shaped the very foundation of demon society, and without them, things might have turned out very differently.

    As the weight of his legacy settled in the air, Draven''s voice broke the silence.

    "I know some of you are surprised that I called this emergency meeting when there are more important matters to deal with,"

    "But what we are about to do is just as important."

    He turned toward the large structure behind him.

    "This artifact was created by my son to protect the alliance from external threats," he continued, his gaze fixed on the towering structure.

    "I''m sure most of you here have witnessed its power already," he went on, his voice steady.

    "It has multiple abilities—defense, attack, and even large-area teleportation. But most importantly, only I can activate it, because it responds solely to souls related to its creator."

    Everyone nodded in agreement. It was already a well-known fact.

    Many had tried to activate the monolith, only to fail.

    Even demon researchers had confirmed that only Draven could use it, as Raiden''s soul composition had similarities to his father''s—something only a blood relative could share.

    "So you might ask, why am I stating something so obvious?" he paused, letting the silence linger.

    "Well, that''s because I believe I''ve found my grandson. And if he activates this artifact, it will confirm—both to me, to him, and to everyone—that he is indeed my flesh and blood."

    The crowd was silent, stunned by his words.