An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2523

Chapter 2523

“God Kings? Two of them?”

Dustin frowned the moment he heard it.

His fight with Poseidon during the West Lucozia battle had already proven just how powerful a God King from the Pantheon could be.

It had taken everything he had to barely defeat one. If two God Kings showed up at once, there’d be no way he could win. Survival alone would be a challenge.

“That’s right,” Grace said gravely. “Zeus and Hera have both entered the country. They’re even stronger than Poseidon. If they catch you off guard, you’ll be in serious danger.”

She knew Dustin was strong—exceptional, even—but he was still too young.

And Zeus and Hera weren’t just strong; they were world-class powerhouses. Going up against them would be like trying to climb to heaven with bare hands.

The Pantheon had likely sent two God Kings because they sensed just how terrifying Dustin’s potential was.

If he had a few more years to grow, he’d be unstoppable. By then, even the Pantheon wouldn’t be able to contain him.

“Yeah… that’s a real problem.”

Dustin rested his chin on one hand, deep in thought.

Two gods stronger than Poseidon—he wasn’t ready for that.

“I have two suggestions,” Grace said suddenly. “Want to hear them?”

“Oh?” Dustin raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”

“First, lay low for now. Find a place to hide.”

If Zeus and Hera couldn’t find him, they couldn’t hurt him.

“Easier said than done,” Dustin replied. “Even if I hide, the Pantheon’s reach is massive. With their intelligence network, it’s only a matter of time before they track me down.”

He wasn’t wrong. The Pantheon had eyes everywhere. Hiding alone wouldn’t cut it.

“You’re right. But if you hide at Sacred Wyrm Summit, things are different,” Grace said with a slight smile. “Even if they know where you are, they won’t dare to come near.”

With someone like Arion Foyer—an earth-bound immortal—guarding the place, the Pantheon wouldn’t dare make a move.

Last time they crossed paths with Sacred Wyrm Summit, they paid a heavy price. The newly promoted God King Bailey and several elite powerhouses from around the world had all died at Arion’s hands.

That battle alone made the Pantheon label Sacred Wyrm Summit as a no-go zone.

If Dustin went there, even Zeus and Hera wouldn’t risk it.

“You’re right—it would be safe. But I can’t hide forever.” Dustin shook his head. “I won’t live the rest of my life like a turtle in its shell.”

“Sacred Wyrm Summit is blessed by dragon veins. With your talent, you’ll reach peak form in just three to five years. After that, you won’t need to fear the Pantheon,” Grace said.

“Any other options?” Dustin asked. He wasn’t ready to commit to hiding, not unless he had no other choice.

Besides, even if he could disappear, his friends and loved ones couldn’t. If Zeus and Hera couldn’t find him, they might target the people he cared about. That would be even worse.

“The second option is riskier… and it involves the Dracan Essences.”

Grace had clearly expected this hesitation, and didn’t try to push him toward hiding. Instead, she got straight to the point.

“I told you before—Dracan Essences are tied to the destiny of Dragonmarsh. When gathered, they stabilize the nation. But they also help warriors cultivate. If you absorb five strands of Dracan Essences, your strength will skyrocket. You might even reach the Continental God Realm.”

“Absorb the Dracan Essences?” Dustin frowned. He had heard about that before, but still had concerns.

Would doing that hurt the country? Would the people of Dragonmarsh suffer?

He wasn’t a saint, but he’d never harm innocent people.

“You don’t need to worry,” Grace said, as if reading his mind. “The Dracan Essences aren’t depleted when you absorb them. Dragonmarsh won’t suffer. In fact, it’s the opposite—they’ll actually become stronger through you. The essences will raise your power and increase your luck. As long as you stay alive, the country’s destiny will remain intact.”

“So what you’re saying is… I’d be carrying the entire country’s fate on my back?” Dustin asked, his face serious.

“You could put it that way,” Grace nodded.

“That’s a huge responsibility.” He frowned again.

He wasn’t sure he could bear that kind of weight.

“If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t recommend it,” Grace said. “But I trust your character. Giving you the country’s fate is the best choice—for you, for me, and for Dragonmarsh.”

Grace was a disciple of the Imperial Observatory, trained in reading fate and energy.

In her eyes, Dustin was someone with great fortune. His every decision would influence the rise or fall of Dragonmarsh.

Infusing the country’s destiny into Dustin wasn’t just a desperate gamble—it was a win-win.

Not only would he gain the strength to protect the land, but the country itself would benefit by growing stronger through him.

It was a bold move. But for Dustin—and for Dragonmarsh—it might be the only way forward.