Dustin glanced at the vial of poison. He hesitated briefly before nodding. "Since Mr. Styles thinks highly of me, I should show my commitment."

He picked up the vial, twisted off the cap, and downed the poison in one go without leaving a drop behind. To make sure Hank could see clearly, Dustin tipped the bottle upside down to show it was empty.

Dustin's body was immune to most toxins, so this tiny dose didn't concern him.

Hank laughed heartily at the sight. "You're really bold!"

Drinking the poison would prove Dustin's commitment to joining the Hall of Gods, and it was the only way to earn their trust. No matter how convincing his words were, they would mean nothing without that act of loyalty.

While the Hall of Gods valued talent, loyalty was their top priority. Only those who proved their unwavering commitment would be granted special training.

Hence, the most effective way was to put one's life in their hands. This was a reality that everyone faced, including Hank. When a mis