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Chapter 180, Section 77: As everyone knows, this world is a giant blues...

When Thomas returned to Wayne Tower, Cang'e had already led the other five Round Table members in a meeting.

Ignoring the cubs' attempts to stop him, he angrily pushed open the door to the dark room.

As the candlelight flickered, the five people wearing owl masks turned their heads in unison, like puppets on strings. The person wearing a brownish-red mask directly in front of the round table must be Cang'e.

"Gentlemen, no one informed me that the meeting had already started."

Thomas was furious, but the Elliott family’s usual manners kept him in check. Maintaining his elegance, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands.

He felt disgusted because his hand had been touched by a cub during the earlier argument.

"Xue'e, I should have told you before that you would continue to lead the Disagreement Tribunal until this matter is resolved, and I will handle all the affairs of the Round Table."

Cang'e sat in Thomas's former spot, his arms crossed, the candlelight crackling in his eyes.

"I understand, Mr. Cang'e, but I am qualified to stand here because the blood of the Elliott family flows in my veins, and you, what is it that you are instructing me?"

Thomas confidently surveyed his surroundings with his arms outstretched, making eye contact with each person at the round table before finally settling on Cang'e's face.

He believed that the words he had just uttered carried considerable weight.

Take him as an example. The Round Table members received rigorous education from a young age, and their respect for the rules and loyalty to the court were deeply ingrained in their minds.

Even if Cang E revealed his identity as a descendant of the four great families, the other party would absolutely not be qualified to give him instructions.

"So, my friends, let's vote by raising our hands in the way we know best. Those who agree with Cang'e's point of view, please—"

To Thomas's surprise, before he had even finished speaking, everyone raised their hands.

The crowd seemed to have no patience to even hear him finish.

Thomas's smile froze beneath the mask; his strong body seemed petrified, his open arms frozen in mid-air, frozen in the mocking gaze of the eagle.

"I think the result is already quite obvious, Snow Eagle."

"I see."

Thomas turned and left.

As mentioned before, absolute loyalty to the court is perhaps the most precious quality of a Round Table member, so even knowing that this is a humiliating and incomprehensible outcome, he has no choice but to follow the decision of the majority.

After leaving the Round Table's secret chamber, he took the elevator to the top of the Tower of Wayne.

Although he was mentally prepared, Thomas's heart still clenched painfully when he looked closely at the ruins.

As a doctor, he understood that this was a heart rate imbalance caused by intense emotional fluctuations.

After waving away the cubs who were cleaning up the scene, Thomas found a large rock, sat down, and clutched his chest to catch his breath.

The pale moonlight embraced the ruins, embraced Thomas's wounded heart, and he picked up a stone and silently walked toward the direction of the former secret chamber.

The coffin containing the Dionysian factor was shattered by the bombardment, and the liquid seeped into the cracks between the bricks, turning into a dirty grayish-brown color after being absorbed by the dust.

These Dionysian factors represent at least a decade's worth of reserves for the court, meaning they will be unable to train new claws for a considerable period.

But that's not the most fatal thing.

The "deity" suffered a near-devastating blow. The colossal object, which was once tens of meters tall and almost filled the antenna tower, shrank into a cocoon-like creature about half the size of a person under the scorching fire. The only signs of life were the faint undulations of its body.

Thomas cut open his palm and dripped the blood onto Chi's body, but the blood slid silently down the charred, hardened surface of his body.

Even though he was on his deathbed, Chi still refused Thomas.

"Why is it always the blues? Why is it always the blues?!"

Unable to contain his humiliation any longer, Thomas roared to the sky.

Thomas Elliott recalled some events from his childhood, when he deliberately approached Bruce, following his parents' instructions.

Wayne became friends with the latter.

It was around that time that he met Zatanna, a magician girl who could always conjure up lots of candy from her pocket.

The three are childhood sweethearts. Thomas falls in love with Zatanna, but she only has eyes for Bruce. To win the girl's heart, Thomas constantly clashes with Bruce, whether it's wrestling, hide-and-seek, or chess. The clever and strong Thomas always comes out on top.

He thought his wisdom and strength would earn Zatanna's special treatment, but all he got in return was a blatant sarcasm.

"You reek of lies; I don't like you."

These words deeply hurt Thomas's young heart. It was from that moment that he suddenly realized the whole world seemed to revolve around Bruce.

Whether it's his parents who constantly mention "Bruce," or the girl he likes.

Thomas was like a nobody, a scrap of trash. Even though the dark-haired boy was inferior to him in every way, it didn't stop him from becoming the focus of everyone's attention.

From that moment on, the seeds of jealousy were sown in the cracks of my heart, and took root and sprouted over the next few years.

Until the Wayne family was brutally murdered in the alley.

Thomas also shed tears for the tragic fate of his "best friend," but he quickly accepted that despicable version of himself.

He then burst into maniacal laughter.

Although the victory was unfair, that disgusting guy, the center of the world in everyone's eyes, finally collapsed.

Thomas breathed a sigh of relief.

For many years afterward, the world continued to turn even without Bruce, and Thomas, with his unparalleled talent, successfully graduated from Harvard Medical School.

Upon returning to Gotham, he succeeded his father as a member of the Round Table, becoming the de facto ruler of Gotham.

What troubled him was that Bruce, who was like a persistent ghost, had also returned.

And the reality was just as he had imagined: the god he had believed in since childhood only needed the blood of a member of the Wayne family, and the Round Table members were also dissatisfied with their partner, Thomas Jr., and were plotting to bring a clone of Bruce Wayne back to the courtroom.

Thomas resolutely cast his dissenting vote, but with the other five members voting in favor, his actions were as pale and powerless as the face of a clown.

He even suspected at one point that the world itself was a giant Bruce Wayne, and that he would live forever in his shadow.

But the Elliott family's dignity was something he couldn't accept.

That's why he used the guise of a plastic surgeon to get close to Bruce and presented him with that provocative hood stained with Match Malone's blood.

Just like years ago when he used the upgraded "Queen" to block all of Bruce's "King's" advance routes, he believed that this time he could have the last laugh as well.

But the truth is that after many years, the opponent's chess skills have greatly improved.

While Thomas was still hesitating about how many squares his pawn should move first, Bruce Wayne had already swept away all the pieces and slammed the chessboard in his face.

In the first round, Thomas suffered a crushing defeat.

"Bruce, Bruce, Bruce, you forced me to do this!"

He muttered darkly, removed his mask, and revealed a face twisted with jealousy.

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