Chapter 2434: The Beginning Of The End [15]

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Oberon stood frozen in disbelief at the sight before him. Drake had not wasted the precious two minutes Thor and Baldr had bought him. In that brief window, he had undergone a transformation that stunned not only the fairy king but everyone on the battlefield.

Two minutes outside, yet two years within. Drake had finally taken the time to truly learn and master his powers, guided by Hel, Tiamat, and every dragon soul in the Draconic Records.

Much like Surtr’s Ascendancy Law had emerged from the fusion of Fire Dragon Souls and their Draconic Record Realm, Drake had merged his own Law Rings with the Records. Each spark of bloodline fused with him, bolstered by thousands of dragon souls, evolving his power to its ultimate form.

Having received Tiamat’s crown, he had become the true Primordial Dragon King, inheriting her vast Primordial Essence. Before, it might have overwhelmed him, but after his intense training, Drake found this immense energy perfectly suited to him.

So many ideas flooded his mind. He had mastered every law, and now, with primordial essence to fuel them...

The possibilities were endless.

"You’ve grown stronger—so what?!"

Oberon roared, his body riddled with gruesome wounds, chunks torn away. Yet he endured, regenerating rapidly until he was nearly whole again.

However.

"You cannot bridge the gap between us, no matter how much your family helps you, Drake! I am simply superior! I forged this body over millions of years, gathering every resource imaginable!"

Oberon thrust his wand forward. Destructive magic erupted once more, trapping Drake in a domain that bombarded him with cosmic explosions.

Then Oberon charged through the stardust, summoning two swords from pure magic. He unleashed a barrage of swordsmanship techniques stolen directly from Drake.

"{Immortal Soul Blade Arts}: {Ascending Pinnacle}!"

Oberon grinned viciously, taunting Drake as his strikes pierced the domain Drake had created, shattering it completely.

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

Crack... crack...

CRASH!

Yet Drake emerged unscathed from the smoke, his expression grave. He swung his fist forward, shattering Oberon’s blades and smashing into the fairy king’s face.

"You call that an Ascending Pinnacle?! You’re a complete fraud, Oberon! Do you have anything truly original?! All you do is steal from others—you damn faker!"

Drake’s roar shook the ground and cracked the ceiling above. Thousands of dragons materialized from his aura in every color imaginable, converging into his fists.

"THIS... IS AN ASCENDING PINNACLE!"

Drake unleashed a relentless assault, his punches tearing through Oberon’s body, shattering bones and ripping muscle. The fairy king’s handsome face deformed under the onslaught.

"ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA!!!"

Oberon believed he could recover easily, but each blow grew more devastating. Cracks spread across his supposedly perfect body.

"W-What...?! What is this?! My regeneration...! It’s failing?!"

His eyes widened in shock and horror as he screamed, desperately trying to block Drake’s barrage.

He could not.

A heavenly force restrained him, while Drake’s power continued surging.

Evolving.

With every passing second, Drake grew stronger.

It defied all logic.

"He’s creating new Unique Skills every moment to surpass my power and strength?!"

Oberon realized the truth in terror.

And indeed.

Within Drake’s mind, the Law of the System intertwined with all others.

A miraculous power awakened as the Law of the World, once held by Tiamat, shone brightly in his soul.

"Drake...! This power...! What happened?! You stood still for two minutes, and now you’ve completely transformed!" Andromeda exclaimed.

"Don’t worry, Andromeda. Follow my lead! Give me everything you have!" Drake urged.

"Understood...! Here it comes!" Andromeda fused fully with Drake’s body and soul, their powers merging to reach new heights.

"{Primordial Dragon King System Art}: {Unique Skill Creation: Immortal-Killing Dragon Fist Arts}!"

FLUOSH!

All roots connected into a system message. A radiant, glowing Unique Skill manifested in that instant.

Primordial essence fulfilled a miracle—a wish.

Drake manipulated the very concepts of this world.

The power of "Fantasy" that Oberon despised so deeply.

With this Unique Skill, Drake’s fists radiated mystical, reality-warping energy, piercing Oberon’s copied Immortal Body.

A skill designed solely to slay immortals.

BAAM! BAAM! BAAM! BAAM! BAAM!

"NNGAAAAHHHH!"

Oberon screamed in agony. His body began crystallizing and crumbling, his power draining as Drake’s fists negated it completely.

"I don’t care about my swordsmanship anymore, Oberon! Keep it! But you’re giving me back my niece!"

Drake’s roar shook the world. His aura exploded with overwhelming force.

Then.

"{Primordial Dragon King System Art}: {Unique Skill Creation: Primordial Separation Of Body And Soul}!"

His fists glowed azure as he struck Oberon’s chest with an open palm, activating another new Unique Skill.

One crafted to save Helena.

TRUUUM!

"G-GUUUUAAACK?!"

Oberon screamed in horror as his body shuddered and split. Countless beasts and horrors poured out—roaring dragons, weeping titans, millions of souls from whom he had stolen Unique Skills, even Uroboros.

Yet Drake’s power could only free one being from this amalgam. He set strict limits to maximize its strength.

He chose her.

Drake’s eyes scanned rapidly, but he needed greater speed to find Helena amid the chaos.

So he created another Unique Skill to locate anything he desired, fueled by his vast energy.

"{Primordial Dragon King System Art}: {Unique Skill Creation: Primordial Dragon King’s Cosmic Eyes}!"

FLAAASH!

His eyes turned blue and gold, sparkling with tiny stars. He could see through everything, analyzing at blinding speed.

"Y-YOUUU! S-STOP! STOP THIS!"

Oberon screamed, his voice merging with Uroboros’ in a twisted, monstrous chorus. Giant hands formed from fused dragons, titans, and souls punched Drake away, attempting to negate his powers.

Drake slashed with his claws, tearing the arms apart as he dove into the sea of tormented beings composing Oberon’s existence.

"Helena! HELENA! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

Countless souls screamed, grasping at him, trying to consume him. Oberon was a nightmare beyond imagination.

Yet Drake has become this world’s beacon of hope.

"Rest in peace!"

"{Primordial Dragon King System Art}: {Unique Skill Creation: Heavenly Exorcism}!"

FLAAASH!

Brilliant golden light burst from Drake’s body. Thousands of souls were purified at once, vanishing peacefully as Oberon’s form screamed in agony, warping further.

"G-GET OUT OF MY BODY...! GET...! GET OUT!"

Oberon’s voice distorted into something inhuman. He conjured millions of swords within his Soul Ocean, assaulting Drake.

Drake’s superior scales withstood them as he purified the souls forming the blades.

Then.

"It hurts..."

"Ah!"

He heard a faint voice amid the chaos.

"Ja... Jake..."

"Helena?!"

"It hurts..."

"HELENAAAAAA!!!"

Drake’s roar echoed through Oberon’s soul and body, making it tremble and rupture. His hand plunged into the deepest core.

Wrapped in endless fleshy tendrils, he found her.

"HELENA!"

"E-Eh?"

Her eyes fluttered open, startled to see a massive, intimidating dragon speaking to her.

Yet she felt no fear.

Because the voice of this dragon...

It was the voice of her uncle, whom she had missed every single day since his death years ago.

Her dear uncle, like a second father or big brother.

The one who helped with homework, taught her to cook, cared for her when her parents worked.

The uncle who played games with her all day, sharing snacks and laughter.

"U-Uncle?"

"It’s me! I didn’t really die! I know it’s hard to believe, but please, take my hand! Chris, Lucia, and Jake are waiting!"

"You’re a Dragon?! Like... like the girl said...!"

Helena was never one to hesitate. She was bold and reckless.

So she grasped her uncle’s draconic hand without a second thought. He seized her spirit and surged out of Oberon’s Soul Ocean.

"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE TAKING HER?!"

Oberon’s voice thundered, fused with Uroboros’ in a grotesque chorus. A pulsating mass of flesh, dragons, titans, souls, and monsters chased them both.

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