Global Survival: I Have Endless Skeletons-Chapter 202: The Silent Battlefield.

Watching how casually Thoren behaved toward her, the young woman was inwardly stunned.

She was well aware of her charm and beauty. Among her peers, she had never encountered anyone who was not captivated by her presence, until now.

Even so, she maintained her composure. Her elegant smile did not falter as she stepped forward and stopped before Thoren.

"I am the heiress of the Blackspire Family," she said, offering a courteous bow. "This is a token to celebrate your successful return, and we wish you continued victories in the Abyss."

Her posture and mannerisms were flawless, graceful, refined, and utterly captivating.

Standing behind Thoren, both Elara and Serene could not help but be drawn in by her presence.

Even Ardyn, usually stoic and reserved, had the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Thank you," Thoren replied calmly.

He accepted the gift, and it vanished into his inventory without a trace.

No one was surprised by that.

What surprised them, however, was how indifferent he remained toward the heiress of the Blackspire Family.

There was no flicker of interest. No lingering gaze.

Nothing.

The heiress slowly raised her head and looked at him more carefully. For a brief moment, she allowed herself to truly observe the young man before her.

He was undeniably handsome.

His deep blue eyes were sharp and distant, like a calm ocean hiding unfathomable depths.

His silver hair gave him an almost ethereal presence, making him stand out effortlessly among the crowd.

But more than his appearance, it was his aura that unsettled her.

It was... extraordinary.

Noble.

Cold.

Unreachable.

The longer she looked at him, the more a strange feeling crept into her heart.

A sense of insignificance.

It was as though she stood before something far greater than herself, something she could neither comprehend nor approach.

A being beyond her.

Unworthy.

Gasp.

A sharp breath escaped her lips as she instinctively took a step back. Beads of sweat had already formed on her forehead.

"What happened to her?" several people murmured under their breath, unable to hide their confusion.

While the others were stunned by her sudden reaction, the Blackspire heiress herself was equally shaken.

She did not understand what had just happened.

One moment, she had been composed and confident. The next, she felt as though she had been crushed under an invisible weight.

Still, her upbringing did not fail her.

She quickly regained her composure, forcing a bright smile onto her face as she gave Thoren a slight nod before returning to her seat with measured steps.

However, the faint tremble in her fingers did not go unnoticed by the keen observers in the room.

Watching from the side, the heir of the Windborne Family sneered inwardly.

Did she really think her beauty would work on a necromancer? Fool.

A faint smirk appeared on his lips as he stepped forward, his demeanor shifting into one of practiced charm.

"Master Thoren, I am the heir of the Windborne Family," he said, giving a courteous bow as he presented his gift, just like the others before him.

"My family owns numerous properties throughout the city. If Master Thoren requires anything, I believe we can come to a mutually beneficial agreement."

His voice carried confidence, bordering on arrogance.

When the other families heard his words, their expressions subtly changed.

For a brief moment, they were stunned.

Then, inwardly, they began to curse him.

This bastard...

Why didn’t he follow the unspoken rule? Gift first, business later!

The gathering today was not a casual visit born out of goodwill.

None of them were here simply because they were idle or genuinely happy about Thoren’s return.

Every single person present had a purpose.

And that purpose... was profit.

Their eyes, though masked by polite smiles and refined etiquette, carried a shared hunger.

They were all targeting the same thing.

What Thoren had brought back from the Abyss.

Potions.

Weapons.

Ancient scrolls.

Rare materials.

Artifacts that could elevate a family’s power, influence, and status overnight.

To them, Thoren was not just a rising figure.

He was an opportunity.

A gateway to unimaginable resources.

The heir of the Windborne Family knew this well, which was why he chose to act first, breaking the subtle etiquette to secure an advantage.

If he could establish a connection early, perhaps even form a partnership, his family would gain the upper hand over the others.

Thoren, however, simply looked at him with a calm, unreadable expression.

There was no immediate response.

No acceptance.

No rejection.

Just silence.

And somehow, that silence was far more oppressive than any words.

The Windborne heir felt a faint chill creep up his spine, though he quickly suppressed it, maintaining his confident smile.

Behind Thoren, Elara glanced at the gathered crowd, her earlier excitement slowly fading as she began to understand the true purpose of this meeting.

These people... they weren’t here out of kindness.

Serene’s expression also grew more serious, her sharp gaze sweeping across the hall as if trying to measure the intentions of every single person present.

Ardyn, on the other hand, remained composed.

But his eyes... were no longer as relaxed as before.

The atmosphere in the hall had shifted.

What began as a polite gathering had slowly turned into a silent battlefield.

A clash of intentions, greed, and hidden ambitions.

And at the center of it all stood Thoren.

Calm.

Unmoved.

As though none of it concerned him in the slightest.

Yet everyone knew ,the next words he spoke would determine everything.

For a moment, the hall seems to hold its breath.

Elders and youngsters that were cursing the Heir of the Windborne family in their heart focused their eyes on Thoren.

This moment would determine how they would handle Thoren and his family.

Since they were here, they had already lost the chance of awakening and could only focus on growing their family business and influence.

And today was one such day.

As for Thoren he stared at the Heir of the Windborne family and smiled.

"I like your bluntness." He chuckled. "So tell me what you can offer me."