Chapter 487 The Fifth Race and The Awakening
'Fifth race?' The term puzzled Vesuvius, the dragon, whose mind then plunged into the depths of his innate draconic knowledge. This reservoir of wisdom wasn't personal; it resembled an immense, searchable sea, akin to the internet, where one must know precisely what to seek.
'Void walkers,' the term emerged within his thoughts, clarifying as streams of pertinent knowledge and memories converged. Initially, it baffled him that such a powerful race had never crossed his path, neither personally nor in myths and legends. Yet, as understanding dawned, the pieces fell into place.
'No wonder there are no legends of them. The very nature of their existence makes them elusive.' Vesuvius realized that these beings dwelt in the void's emptiness, outside known reality, ruling over the elements of void, destruction, and dissipation. All their power was turning around nothingness or making nothingness.
If the other four races each governed distinct facets of reality—with demons and angels influencing the soul's domain and reapers and dragons the material—then the void walkers and the void they commanded were the canvas for these forces—easy to ignore but as important.
Each race was crucial, and their existence was foundational to reality itself.
Observing the dragon's contemplation, the chaotic goddess, her eyes aflame with wild madness, spread her arms. "Summon them! After eons, all five shall clash on a singular battlefield! The absence of the four has left us in ruins. Perhaps this war will herald our salvation and bring them back."
Her words, laced with a hidden truth, briefly captured Vesuvius's attention. Yet, before he could delve deeper, a surge of information flooded his senses. Magic runes, complex lines, physics equations, and intricate patterns melded into an elaborate spell circuit.
"This is what you need! Now, go and do what you want! Go and gain the power you desire!"
Ding!
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You have learned a new spell belonging to the school of magic: [Draconic Gravity Drive]
Warp space ahead and behind to traverse the cosmos at unimaginable speeds.
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'A warp-drive spell?' The concept monopolized his focus, showcasing a blend of highly advanced science and optimally tuned draconic magic. This wasn't merely a spell founded on magical principles; it was a sophisticated fusion of physics, his inherent powers, and a spell to control it.
The greed in Vesuvius's eyes was unmistakable as he absorbed the spell's intricacies, his desire for understanding growing with each moment spent deciphering the runes. 'Additionally, it employs space magic to slightly shift my presence from the material world, averting potential collisions.'
The thought of colliding at speeds surpassing light, turning his majestic form into nothing but a bloody mist, sent a shiver down his spine.
He could replicate parts of the spell with time, but other aspects remained beyond his grasp, their purposes only vaguely understood within the context of preventing a catastrophic end. 'Inertia could prove fatal, suggesting mechanisms to mitigate deceleration. Other runes likely serve as safeguards against unforeseen accidents.'
The more extreme physics became, the easier it was to die.
Vesuvius recognized it as the most efficient means for his impending journey, aware that creating portals over vast distances to an unvisited and unanchored location would be imprecise and consume stupendously excessive energy.
'This is magic worthy of the god of knowledge.'
"You Imperial Majesty, there are some signs of unrest between some of your minions." Suddenly, a voice called to him, grounding him back to reality. His first draconic kneeled below him, casting wary glances at the chaotic goddess and maintaining a cautious distance.
'First, I must ensure my people's safety.'
The desert dune beneath IHateToilets's feet shifted slightly as he glanced at the burning city on the horizon, painting a stark contrast against the evening sky.
The air was thick with the scent of smoke that the wind carried from the crumbling city. Around him, the sands shifted gently, disturbed by the occasional gusts that also tugged at the long, pink strands of his hair.
Below the dune, a crowd of players had gathered, their armors all covered in the same fine layer of desert dust and ash. The varied colors of their gear were dulled by the sands and the fading light, but the glow from their weapons, shields, and the occasional magic artifact pierced the dimming atmosphere. A sea of nicknames hovered above their heads.
Some stood in stunned silence, others whispered among themselves, their expressions a mix of confusion, realization, and growing horror.
As IHateToilets's voice broke the uneasy silence, accusing and despairing, the players below him shifted uncomfortably. "Dammit! Look at us! What have we helped to do?"
'Damn them all!' He cursed all his friends who had dragged him into this mess. A long time ago, when everything was just a game, he joined a quickly expanding faction, greedy for loot and XP from large battles, not knowing the consequences.
With tears in his eyes, he glanced at the destroyed city, grief making him clench his fists. It was as if he had woken from a sweet dream. He knew it was reality for a long time, but he always overlooked the massacres and deaths in the fantasy, medieval world—all feeling so foreign and distant.
However, as he watched a city, not unlike those on Earth, scorched to the ground, something broke within him: the diluted dragon blood he once drank slowly boiled out and formed blood-red sweat. He could see his own city, with his own family and friends, burn in the same way. He almost felt that was the future awaiting them.
"It is only a matter of time before the monster invades our world! Then what?! Will our world end the same way?!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, and the small crowd below him stared back at him, confused. He could see them trembling and struggling.
"Are the gods good? No! But the side we chose is not better! They are all evil, and we are also evil as we helped them!" He screamed once more, red droplets of saliva containing the cursed blood flying out.
As he saw it, it hit him, making him collapse to his knees. He turned his head up toward the sky and burst into maniacal laughter. "The blood! This is how it is! We have signed our souls to the devil, no, to the dragon, the moment we got enticed."
"What have I done?! I have killed so many?!" Another yell came from the crowd as another player fell to his knees, blood steaming off his skin.
Ding!
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Your emotions have triggered a hidden racial property.
You have passed the stat check, and the loyalty-inducing, mind-affecting effects of the diluted dragon blood were suppressed!
Your race [Lesser Dragonkin] has changed to [Lesser Draconified Human].
The hidden ability [Blood Link] has been removed.
The effects of all draconic abilities will be decreased by 25%.
The owner of the blood might not be happy.
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