My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness

"Miss Allison, is this your friend? You're aware that everyone attending this gathering is admitted strictly by invitation..." said the doorman with thinly veiled displeasure.

Allison was known for her distant and untouchable persona. Even the most prominent heirs in Grayvale struggled to approach her. Seeing someone like Dustin standing so close to her was enough to spark envy and resentment. "He's..." Allison glanced at Dustin and blushed as she hesitated. She was unsure how to explain their relationship.

Her hesitation only fueled the doorman's irritation. His expression darkened further.

No way...

Could someone as beautiful as her... with someone like him... There was no way...

As the thought festered, his jealousy intensified.

He was even more reluctant to let Dustin in.

"This is Fustin Dox," Allison said after regaining her composure. "He's currently staying with the McCall family as a guest."

The doorman's eyes widened.

He barely registered the rest of her explanation after hearing the words: staying with the McCall family...

His mind raced. 'Living together? They're already sharing the same roof?' he thought.

A wave of jealousy surged within him.

"Guests without formal invitations are not permitted inside," he snapped. "Miss Allison, I trust you'll understand. You may enter, but he cannot."

Allison frowned in annoyance. "I was under the impression that this gathering values talents above all. Isn't it skill that matters, not invitations?"

The doorman folded his arms and said in a cold tone, "Skill is indeed a factor, but there are two criteria. First, the individual must be under thirty and considered a true young talent. "Second, their abilities must meet a minimum benchmark-fifth grade!"

His dismissive gaze swept over Dustin's unassuming attire and calm demeanor. To him, Dustin looked like an average martial artist from a humble background. Thus, he felt only disdain. Martial artists from noble families had access to profound martial arts techniques and abundant resources, which allowed them to advance at a pace far beyond what common martial artists could achieve. Even if commoners managed to learn martial arts, it was exceedingly rare for someone of their age to reach the fifth grade.

"Fifth grade? That's it?" Allison chuckled softly.

She knew all too well that fifth grade, or even ninth grade, was laughable in Dustin's eyes.

They had no idea Dustin was a rare prodigy who could shake the martial arts community to its core!

"People should know their place,"

said the doorman with a sneer. "Trying to force your way into a world where you don't belong will only lead to humiliation."

He presented a fist-sized metallic sphere from his pocket and held it up mockingly. "This is a strength-testing tool made of special metal. It's used to test martial artists' skills.

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fifth grade, and I'll allow enter."

Then, with a smirk, he added, "But if you can't, then leave immediately."

Allison's face darkened, and she was about to retort, but Dustin raised a hand to stop her.

"Proving myself through skills? I would love that."

Dustin smiled softly and took the sphere from the doorman. The doorman crossed his arms and watched with smug anticipation. However, his expression quickly froze as Dustin squeezed the sphere.

It deformed instantly. The once-solid metal compressed like soft clay and flattened right away!

The doorman's jaw dropped and froze in place.

If leaving imprints on the metal sphere was proof of reaching fifth grade...

Then, what did it mean when someone could crush it with a single squeeze?

If he was correct, even the most extraordinary young martial artists in the entire Grayvale could not achieve such a feat. Yet, that was not the end.

With a final squeeze, Dustin crumbled the sphere and reduced it to a fine powder that fell through his fingers like sand. "This... This is impossible!" The doorman's voice cracked, and his face paled.

'What the f*ck...

'This guy is not human!

'Is he an eighth grade fighter... no... ninth maybe?

'Or was the sphere a counterfeit?

'Yes! That must be it!' he thought.