this infinite world

"Are you awake?"

In the extraordinary world, the so-called true name possesses its own power.

After Yang Yun revealed the other party's true identity, the madness in the eyes of the Demon King Ocelotus actually faded a little, and he miraculously regained some of his consciousness... Of course, this was mainly because Yang Yun had quietly transferred some purifying spiritual light into the other party's body with the punch he had just thrown, neutralizing the darkness that was eroding his mind.

Otherwise, if simply calling upon a name could awaken beings who have fallen to such a state, it would be too much like a fairy tale, and would not be commensurate with the profound nature of this world.

"Strange, monster..."

To Yang Yun's surprise, Ocelotus's first reaction upon regaining consciousness was neither to question his identity nor to be confused about his situation; instead, he trembled and curled up backward, squeezing out intermittent whispers from his throat.

"...Who are you calling a monster?"

Upon hearing this counter-accusation, even someone as good-tempered as Yang Yun couldn't help but turn pale. He never expected that this being, who had transformed him into a half-human, half-dragon being, and even dragging a ferocious long tail, would preemptively label him a "monster."

However, Yang Yun quickly realized that this couldn't be entirely blamed on the other party. Under the long-term corrosive effects of the dragonification experiments, the bestial instincts within Ocelotros's soul had long since overwhelmed his humanity, inevitably leading to a distortion of his perception. Fortunately, under the harmonizing influence of his spiritual light, his human rationality was gradually awakening, and he would likely regain normal thinking soon.

"No, I mean you're as strong as a monster..."

As expected, after that instinctive cry of alarm, the human side of Ocelotus's soul gradually took over. He endured the excruciating pain in his chest, his trembling dragon claws gripping the scepter tightly, struggling to prop himself up from the ground as a half-dragon.

Despite his tattered robes being soaked with cold sweat and his limbs still trembling uncontrollably, the former king of Lothric's first reaction was to look down and examine the crystal in his arms. Only after confirming that the dragon son he called "Ocelot" was safe and sound did he lean on his scepter and stand up with difficulty, trembling as he cast a healing spell on his injured parts.

“Even during the heyday of Anor Londo, I have never seen such an extraordinary being as you.”

Although his mind had cleared, Ocelot's golden vertical pupils still flickered with undisguised fear. As someone once revered as the "God of Fire," Fran, he was no fool. Yet, in his memory, even among the many powerful figures and fierce warriors of Anor Londo, none possessed such a chilling radiance of soul light. Even the renowned Four Knights of the King were like fireflies compared to the moon…

In a daze, he recalled that distant era, when the First Flame blazed brightly and Gwyn, the Sun King, had not yet distributed his Soul to the people. Perhaps only that god-king at the pinnacle of power possessed such a majesty that eclipsed the heavens and earth.

But what puzzled him most was—how could such a powerful soul be born in an era when the First Flame was about to die out and even the King of Cinder, who had been burned, was to be dragged back to his throne? This completely violated the fundamental laws of this world.

Ocelotius's knuckles turned white from gripping the scepter so tightly. He stared at the mysterious being before him, his voice hoarse as he uttered the most crucial question. For even in his wildest dreams, he had never encountered such an illogical being:

"What exactly are you?" "The doctor your two sons hired to treat you."

Yang Yun crossed his arms, looking at the former king, now half-dragon, with a hint of helplessness. To be fair, in his current form, he was indeed far removed from the concept of "human"—in a way, Ocelot's still-present wild instincts were more able to grasp the essence of things than reason.

Of course, these minor details are not important at the moment.

To be fair, Ocelot's strength is indeed not to be underestimated. Having modified his body to become a half-human, half-dragon being, his existence is more similar to the "Dragonvein Sorcerer" in the D&D system—while retaining superb intelligence and spellcasting skills, he also possesses the strong physique and astonishing speed of the dragon race, having transformed into a completely new life form.

This also explains why the twin princes never dared to face their father directly. Besides knowing that he had already gone mad, the more realistic reason was that with their previously damaged bodies, if they were to fight against someone like Oceloess, who possessed both high mobility and destructive magic, then the twin princes of Lothric, who together could barely be considered a single person, would truly be no match for their father.

All I can say is... your dad is still your dad. Of course, these stats are nothing compared to Yang Yun's overpowered abilities.

"Tell me about what happened to you."

Seeing that Ocelotus had regained his ability to think, Yang Yun gestured for him to answer his question: "Let me make this clear first, your two sons have told me almost everything about your family history."

"...Then what else do you want to ask?"

No one knew his physical condition better than Ocelotius. Since the other party was able to pull him back from the abyss, it wasn't impossible for them to heal Lothric and Lorian... But the problem was, first he needed to know what the other party wanted to ask.

"Let's talk about this first... well, this stuff that's called human pus."

After a moment's thought, Yang Yun decided to investigate this question first. After all, he was quite curious about these materialized creations that seemed to originate from the dark side of the human heart—in a sense, they could be considered semi-materialized "inner demons": "If my perception is correct, these filths should have spread from you... Was it caused by some kind of experimental accident?"

This seems to be a classic movie plot formula, a predictable development: researchers' failed experiment leads to disaster, a biochemical leak infects innocent civilians, twisting them into terrifying, inhuman, and ghostly forms. Considering the mainstream values ​​of a certain country, Yang Yun secretly speculated that the current situation might indeed be just like this.

"Since the attempt to pass on the flame has failed, the arrival of the deep-sea era is inevitable."

However, to Yang Yun's surprise, Ocelotus did not attribute everything to an accident. Instead, he immediately replied, "If you want to survive in the Deep Sea Age, and even in the Dark Age that follows, you must seek other ways to survive, and that is to transform into a dragon..."

"Only those winged dragons that soar through the skies can cross the boundless deep sea." (End of Chapter)