One by one, the saints and emperors stepped through the golden portal.
Some walked in with calm dignity. Others tried to hide their nervousness behind cold expressions. No matter how powerful they were, standing before something that could judge their potential and reshape their destiny made even emperors feel small.
When Alex stepped outside the portal chamber, he noticed someone unexpected waiting there.
Julius.
The President himself stood near the entrance of the Tower of Wish, hands clasped behind his back. His presence alone was enough to keep the more arrogant emperors in check. No one dared cause trouble under his watch.
Alex walked forward and bowed his head slightly.
"Hello, Mr. President. Do you have any advice for me before entering?"
Julius looked at him for a few seconds. His eyes carried depth, as if he were studying something invisible.
