An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2367

An Understated Dominance Chapter 2367 – Tyson smiled and said, “Mr. Rhys, I understand your concerns. But I can assure you, as long as you’re loyal to the Pantheon and don’t betray us, there’s no danger. The Pantheon values talents like you. The poison is just a safety measure to prevent secrets from being leaked. I’m sure you get that.”

Without taking the poison, there’s no control, and without control, there’s no trust. While it’s okay for minor roles, if someone is to be trusted and given responsibility, loyalty is key.

“Mr. Houle, I understand what you’re saying. I’m interested in the Pantheon, but we’ve only just met. I can’t fully trust the Pantheon right now,” Dustin replied, shaking his head.

Tyson seemed to think Dustin was naive, expecting something for nothing.

“Trust takes time, Mr. Rhys. Here, take a look at this first,” Tyson said, pulling out a small, ornate box and sliding it across the table.

“What’s this?” Dustin opened the box to find two vials of medicine inside.

One vial was red, the other blue. They didn’t look special, but Dustin could sense a powerful energy inside.

“These are special strengthening potions made by the Pantheon,” Tyson explained. “They’re very rare. Only those at the level of a main god can use them. The red one strengthens the body—speed, strength, defense, reflexes. The blue one boosts energy. For warriors like you from Dragonmarsh, it’s like spiritual liquid and can be directly absorbed.”

“Really? That’s impressive,” Dustin said, raising his eyebrows. He had heard about genetic medicine research in the West.

Unlike the traditional training methods of Dragonmarsh warriors, this approach could produce strong fighters quickly by altering their genes and giving them these potions.

However, those enhanced through such methods often hit a ceiling in their abilities and had shorter lifespans, requiring constant medication to maintain their strength. Without it, they’d revert to their original state.

Still, many people sought out this shortcut to power, since it didn’t require much effort or talent.

“You’ve seen it in action, Mr. Rhys,” Tyson continued. “Both Black Kong and Father Adam have used these potions, which gave them a huge physical advantage. While they can’t compare to someone like you, their strength was clear.

Their bodies aren’t naturally suited to fully absorb the potion’s power, so they only get about half its benefits. But with you, Mr. Rhys, you could absorb 80% or more. It’s not an exaggeration to say that if you take these potions, you’d win this competition easily.

So, what do you think of this gift?” Tyson asked confidently.

The desire to grow stronger is something every warrior feels, and no one can resist the chance to become even more powerful.

“It sounds good, but… are there any side effects?” Dustin asked, still studying the vials with hesitation.

Sensing Dustin’s interest, Tyson quickly reassured him, “Don’t worry, Mr. Rhys. These potions are the result of our most advanced research, and they’re incredibly expensive to produce. I guarantee there are no side effects.”

“I’ve heard that without regular use, these potions lose their effect. Is that true?” Dustin probed further.

“Yes, that’s true of earlier versions,” Tyson admitted. “But this version is nearly perfect. You only need to take it once a year to maintain the benefits.”

“And of course,” Tyson added with a smile, “if you join the Pantheon, you’ll have an unlimited supply of potions.”

“I see,” Dustin nodded thoughtfully, though inwardly he cursed the scheme.

The potions might make someone stronger, but once they started using them, they’d be under the Pantheon’s control. If they disobeyed, the supply would be cut off, and the person would become dependent on the potions, likely addicted.

The Pantheon used these addictive potions to control powerful fighters, forcing them to serve.

What a clever trap.

“So, Mr. Rhys, will you join us and build a brilliant future together?” Tyson invited again.

With the promise of power, fame, and success, Tyson knew few could resist the offer.

“Mr. Houle, you’ve been very generous. It would be rude of me not to accept,” Dustin said with a smile, taking the potions and showing his willingness.

“Excellent! You’re a smart man, Mr. Rhys!” Tyson’s eyes lit up. “The strengthening potion is just the beginning. Once you’re part of the Pantheon, you’ll have access to endless resources and rewards. You won’t be disappointed.”

“Thank you, I look forward to learning from you,” Dustin said, standing and bowing slightly.

“Good, good. Stick with me, and you’ll have everything you want,” Tyson said, then pushed the vial of poison forward.

“Now, you’ll need to show your loyalty,” Tyson said, clearly indicating that Dustin had to drink the poison to prove his commitment.