Genius Noble With System
Chapter 196: Ten Clan’s Assembly

Chapter 196: Ten Clan’s Assembly

The youngest sister, clearly the leader despite her youthful appearance, demanded an answer, her serious expression in stark contrast to the chaotic situation moments ago. The other two, the bimbo battle maniac and the shy one stood silent, awaiting Apollo’s response.

Apollo hesitated, his face reflecting the difficulty of his situation. "I am Apollo, and I am..." he trailed off, unsure how much to reveal. Just as he was about to continue, finally a mechanical voice rang in his mind, cutting through his thoughts:

[Task – Win the championship of the Ten Clan Assembly]

[Time limit – Four days]

"This?" Apollo murmured to himself, momentarily distracted by the sudden task notification.

The younger woman, growing impatient, pressed him again. "What happened? Tell me, why are you here?"

Snapping back to the present, Apollo quickly replied, "Ah, I’m here for the Ten Clan Assembly."

The three women exchanged glances, each of them considering his words with varying degrees of scepticism. The shy one looked like she wanted to speak but held her tongue, while the battle-maniac sister crossed her arms impatiently, her fingers tapping against her bare skin.

The three women exchanged glances, their expressions shifting slightly, as they remembered the ten-clan assembly will be held in a few days within their clan this time. The youngest one raised an eyebrow. "The Ten Clan Assembly? So you’re a participant?" she asked, her tone sceptical but curious.

As the days came closer, numerous participants from different clans and tribes started to come, so isn’t it surprising someone to appear here as this place was some distance away from the main venue, but for some reason she felt he was lying, calling it a woman’s instinct?

"You sure aren’t lying." There was a subtle but undeniable edge to her words, one that made it clear she didn’t trust him.

Apollo felt the pressure of her gaze, realizing he wasn’t dealing with a fool. This girl was sharp—too sharp.

"Look," Apollo said, choosing his words carefully, "I’m not trying to cause any trouble. I’m just passing through, but I am a participant in the Ten Clan Assembly. It’s not uncommon for participants to be scattered around this time, right?"

The youngest sister frowned slightly, her instincts telling her something was off. "Perhaps," she allowed.

The youngest sister, arms crossed, studied him for a long moment before nodding. "I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt—for now," she said, her voice carrying a note of warning. "But if I find out you’re lying or have any other intentions, you’ll regret it."

Behind her, the battle-maniac sister grinned, clearly eager for another chance to spar with him, while the shy one glanced nervously between them, unsure of what to say.

Apollo gave a small nod, though inside, he remained on high alert. He knew he had dodged a bullet for now, but the real challenge—winning the Ten Clan Assembly within four days—was still looming ahead. And somehow, he had the distinct feeling these three would play a role in whatever came next.

With that said, the three girls left, and he finally breathed in relief. Now, since it seems he was teleported close to the Ten Clan Assembly, he went in the same direction as the girls as they were from here, but he strolled.

As he moved ahead, he finally started to see Sky Ships and other living beings of different races with strong auras who seemed to be going in the same direction.

From the large number of people gathering, it can be seen that the Ten Clan Assembly isn’t a small event, and it isn’t going to be easy to win the championship.

He quietly and steadily moved forward and listened to the conversation of these travelling small groups with his spiritual sense and gathered some information to get an initial understanding.

He learned that the Ten Clan Assembly is an event held every century by the ten strongest clans of this world, known as Medos. The assembly is crucial, as the performance of each clan determines how resources are allocated for the next century based on their ranking.

The sheer scale of the event and the high stakes involved made it clear that winning this championship would be no easy feat. Each participant would likely be a highly skilled warrior, mage, or cultivator, representing their clan’s hope for victory.

Finally, after walking for some time, he noticed a large city, and at its centre was an imposing structure in the distance. It was a massive coliseum-like building, surrounded by smaller yet grandiose halls and training arenas. This was clearly the main venue for the Ten Clan Assembly.

He had already noticed to enter the city, he needed to pay through life essence stones like he previously used in Azure Dragon World. In fact, life essence stones are the universal currency in the universe.

Thankfully, he had quite a few life essence stones still with him, and he paid them and quickly entered the city.

As he went in, more and more people converged on the location. Some were talking excitedly about the trials to come; others were exchanging information on potential opponents. Apollo remained silent and continued to listen and gather all the information, as he didn’t want to be fully ignorant.

He knew he was at a disadvantage, being an outsider and lacking the deep knowledge that these clans had. But Apollo wasn’t afraid; instead, he was looking forward, as the more he faced strong opponents, the stronger he would become. Even if he wasn’t a part of this world’s ten clans, he had every intention of winning the assembly.

Apollo knew time was short, with the preliminary rounds of the Ten Clan Assembly set to begin the next day. He needed to gather as much information as possible—whether he could participate individually or had to represent a clan or tribe. Without wasting any time, he swiftly moved through the crowd, scanning for anyone who might have the answers he needed.

After a while, he spotted a man who appeared to know quite a bit, though he had the air of someone who liked to brag, as he was bragging in front of a group of people about his talent and how he hurt himself and was unable to join the competition. Despite that, Apollo decided this was his best lead.

"Come on, Zack, stop the bullshit. With your talent, making it into the top hundred in the Ten Clan Assembly is impossible. At least lie about something believable," one of the men jeered, followed by a chorus of laughter from the group gathered in the restaurant.

Zack’s face flushed with embarrassment, but he quickly plastered on a grin. "You guys just wait and see. One day, you’ll all be eating your words!" He tried to laugh it off, but it was clear the teasing had hit a nerve.

A few moments later, the group dispersed, but Zack remained there alone, drinking. Seeing that it was the right time, he made his move and sat next to him.

Apollo took a seat next to Zack, his movements smooth and unassuming, blending in with the natural flow of the tavern. For a moment, neither spoke, the noise of the restaurant filling the silence between them. Zack was nursing his drink, still simmering from the earlier humiliation. His eyes were distant, but Apollo could tell he was the type of man who liked to talk—especially after a few drinks.

Apollo waited, choosing his moment carefully. After a few beats, he finally spoke in a calm, friendly tone. "Tough crowd, huh?" His words were casual, but they carried a sense of camaraderie, as though he understood the struggle.

Zack glanced at him, sizing him up. "You have no idea," he muttered, taking another swig of his drink. "These idiots don’t know anything about real talent."

Apollo nodded, keeping his tone light but with just the right amount of interest. "Sounds like they don’t recognize the work that goes into competing at this level."

Zack’s eyes flickered with a hint of pride. "Exactly! You get it. I had a real shot this year, you know? But I got injured in training... and now, well... I’m out." He sighed heavily, clearly frustrated by the situation.

Apollo actually believed it, although most of it seemed like bragging, but he wasn’t wrong about him being injured. After carefully looking at him through his spiritual sense, can see some truth in his words.

He was actually quite strong, and based on his assessment, before his injury, he had likely reached the Saint rank as a warrior. After arriving here, he realized that this rank was considered impressive even among the large number of participants. Many of the people he overheard were talking about participating in the assembly with only Fourth or even Third-rank strength.

Not only that, he felt his injuries were a bit weird, as usually, it is very rare for the injured strength to regress like this. He had a feeling that the injury wasn’t coincidental but rather man-made, and the weird aura that is difficult to notice by even half-god might have something to do with it.

This wasn’t his problem; he just needed to ask something, but if he could be of some help, he wouldn’t mind lending him a helping hand.

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