From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 415 The Final Fate of the Dragon Clan, Sequence Two: The Insightful One!
“Ahhhh——!!!”

Pompeii's painful screams and cries filled the air above the entire Kassel College.

Even Lu Mingfei couldn't help but shudder after hearing that piercing scream, as if the hairs on his body stood on end.

"What did he feed Pompeii?!" he exclaimed in horror as he watched Pompeii writhe and convulse, constantly growing sticky tentacles as if he had been completely mutated.

"No, I don't know."

Lu Mingze swallowed hard and said with difficulty, "I guess it's probably related to Pompeii's power!"

But what on earth could turn a dragon into that 'ghostly' state?!

Could it be that Lu Mingze and Lu Mingfei were of one mind and instantly connected the dots, recalling the strange beings deep in the starry sky that Mr. Adam had mentioned!
"Zarathustra!!!"

The shrieks of Pompeii, filled with resentment and hatred, were twisted into a psychological pressure.

call!
A hurricane swept by!

At the same time, Lu Mingfei and Lu Mingze both felt a mental shock!

The twisted, hideous, and abhorrent screams seemed like countless tentacles that had entangled their souls, dragging them into a dark abyss.

"Don't look, brother!"

Lu Mingze loudly reminded him.

The two closed their eyes at the same time, not daring to look at 'Pompeii' anymore.

"Ahhhhh."

The agonizing screams of Pompeii lingered in the clouds, never ceasing for a long time.

As for Himself, He was facing an extremely terrifying transformation. A gelatinous mucus covered His body, fine scales continued to grow, and more and more sticky tentacles emerged from all over His body, dancing wildly. At the end of His tail, scarlet eyeballs opened.

Sequence three is the threshold before entering the realm of [Angels]. Under normal circumstances, digesting potions takes a long time.

Pompeii, who neither fully digested the potion nor mastered the acting method, and who knew nothing of spirituality, rashly drank the potion without performing the ritual and entered 'Sequence Three', which was tantamount to directly handing over his spirituality and mind to the potion to dominate!

The price of doing this is utter madness!

Rumble——!
A terrifying sonic boom exploded in the sky, accompanied by the howling of the gale-force winds.

The gathering dark clouds coalesced into a human face, resembling the face of Pompeii, but were quickly twisted into a monster-like shape, similar to an octopus.

"The authority has begun to manifest."

Zaratu looked up at the sky, his expression unchanged throughout: "Whether he can successfully enter Sequence Three depends on his willpower."

Silvery lightning bolts flashed continuously in the clouds, carrying a strong, destructive, and violent aura.

The hurricane howled wildly between heaven and earth, and the terrifying spiritual domain expanded to hundreds and thousands of meters. Wherever it passed, the void trembled, and everyone could feel the huge rock that was pressing down on their hearts!

The terrifying anomalies continue!

Pompeii's body began to swell, growing from its original human size to a terrifying being tens of meters tall, resembling a hill.

Although it still vaguely resembles a human, it has an octopus-like head with numerous tentacles, a body that looks like a gelatinous substance covered in scales, huge toes that cause the ground to collapse, a pair of long, narrow wings on its back, and a bloated, fat body that constantly sprays out mucus, making people nauseous!
"Oh dear, this is copyright infringement!"

Zarathustra's face twitched slightly as he looked at the completely 'mutated' Pompeii.

Isn't this exactly the image of Cthulhu?
Why does the mythical creature form of the Tyrant pathway look like this?

But before he could think any further, the enormous creature locked its target onto him!
“Chara.Tu.”

Despite his consciousness teetering on the brink of collapse, hatred remained firmly etched into his very bones.

Pompeii's face was contorted, but his scarlet pupils revealed a deep hatred and resentment.

Zarathustra calmly raised his head, his gaze meeting Pompeii's, creating ripples in the void.

"Oh? You actually made it through?"

He was slightly surprised to discover, through spiritual observation, that Pompeii had managed to suppress his 'madness' for a brief period of time with his hatred.

"Cha! La! Tu!"

Thunder rumbled and blinding white lightning seemed to tear the sky apart.

Pompeii, perched high above the old man who looked as insignificant as an ant, sneered, "I'm going to kill you!!!"

“I’m almost reluctant to let you go.” Zarathustra sighed softly, looking at the nearly insane Pompeii, and said, “If I give you some more time, and I assist you from the side, it might really be possible for you to completely suppress your madness, and even advance further to the second rank of Sequence [Angel]. Who knows?”

Pompeii's qualifications are indeed beyond doubt.

Without mastering the method of digesting the potion, he was able to suppress the madness of Sequence Three, which speaks volumes!
If he could be given a little more time, with an 'audience' assisting him, it wouldn't be impossible for him to reach the second sequence [Angel] level!
But ultimately, it's impossible.

Putting aside the time issue, the conditions for exchanging for 'Sequence Two' are so expensive that they are unaffordable.

"Never mind, Sequence 3 is enough."

Zarathustra cleared his mind of all distractions, his pupils turning a deep, pale gold: "It's time to reap the rewards."

"Zarathustra!!!"

Pompeii roared, suppressing his madness.

Then, thunder roared across the sky, which was shrouded in dark clouds, and a violent storm followed.

Dense, silvery-white electric currents gathered in the clouds, surging down in a devastating torrent, filling the area within hundreds of meters with a violent and destructive aura, resembling a thunderous forest.

Dream travel!

The next moment, Zarathustra's figure slowly burst like a bubble.

He traversed the void of dreams, dodging the widespread lightning strikes. Then, he opened his right hand, clenched his fist, and easily grasped the gate to Pompeii's empty mental body. He manipulated it to open, and like a ghost, he silently slipped inside.

In a direct confrontation, he certainly wouldn't be a match for Pompeii.

After all, he was a Tyrant Path expert, a Sequence 3 extraordinary powerhouse, who would be considered a hegemon even among the Lords of Mysteries.

However, audiences have never directly clashed with each other.

Especially when facing a Sequence 3 who is completely unguarded on a psychological level, infiltration is incredibly easy.

In the realm of the subconscious, an island of consciousness shrouded in torrential rain and thunder appeared before him.

That is the island of the soul in Pompeii!

However, Zarathustra did not break in; every creature's island of the mind, to a greater or lesser extent, contains subconscious resistance.

The spiritual realm of the dragon race is the embodiment of 'power and strength'.

Unless his 'true form' is summoned, with his limited abilities, if he were to intrude into Pompeii's island of the mind, he would likely be forced back to his original form in no time.

Fortunately, I was prepared.

Zarathustra inherited the 'original's' caution and planted the 'seeds of plague' in advance on his mental island.

Of course, it is not a 'plague' in the conventional sense, but a plague at the spiritual level. Once it breaks out, it can quietly and quickly infect the collective subconscious sea around an individual, spreading various psychological illnesses and extreme madness. And because it originates from within oneself, even superhumans at the 'angel' level find it difficult to completely isolate themselves from it!
It should be understood that every extraordinary individual who has gone through the potion path has some degree of mental issues.

Such an attack is a very dangerous tactic for any extraordinary user in the potion system. With just a little encouragement, it can cause a normal person to fall into complete madness in an instant due to the tipping of the scales, and ultimately lose control of their extraordinary characteristics!
"Hehe, luckily I'm just an 'audience member'."

Zarathustra, unperturbed, subtly influenced the 'seeds of plague' within the island of the mind.

Then the 'seeds' that take root in the deepest part of the soul blossom in the blink of an eye, directly infecting and erupting the psychological illnesses and extreme madness contained within them!
Plague Storm! In an instant, the plague storm formed in the mind directly and irresistibly eroded and infected the island of the mind of Pompeii!

The 'balance' that was already tipping to the brink of madness was suddenly broken, dragging Pompeii's consciousness down in an irreversible direction!
“Ahhhh——!!!”

Pompeii finally realized what Zarathustra's methods were.

But it was all too late!
He could sense the changes happening in his own mind, but he didn't know how to deal with them, let alone how to stop them!

All I could do was watch helplessly as countless negative emotions, including self-destruction, cruelty, and violence, along with chaotic thoughts, completely unleashed the madness that He had just suppressed!

"Zarathustra—I hate you!!!"

"You despicable person!!!"

"I...I'll never let you go, even if it kills me!"

Pompeii, completely driven mad, began to disintegrate!
The extraordinary properties accumulated within His body went berserk and out of control, turning against Him and devouring Him, His 'master'!
With his flesh and blood devoured and the distortion caused by the mutation driving Pompeii mad, he was constantly affected by the 'plague storm' in his mind, which gave rise to a strong and terrifying thought of completely destroying himself and obliterating his spirit!
The remaining, pitiful rationality is like a candle flame flickering in a storm, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Pompeii tried desperately to resist, but ultimately could not resist and was swallowed up by a storm of negative emotions!
Pompeii, who had just been promoted to Sequence Three, had not even experienced the taste of power before his body collapsed and was destroyed inch by inch under the influence of his out-of-control rampage!
Until the crystal-clear dragon bone, its extraordinary properties are extracted!
"Success!"

Zaratu's eyes were bright, and he reached out and put the 'dragon bone' into his pocket.

The extraordinary characteristic of the 'Tyrant Path' Sequence 3 is that, as long as the corresponding suitable candidate is found, a Sequence 2, or even Sequence 1, [Angel] can be quickly cultivated!
Looking at Pompeii, who had regained his human form, he completely lost interest: "It's time to go back and report."

A stroll through consciousness!

The next moment, Zarathustra's figure disappeared into the sky.

Pompeii fell from the sky and crashed into a sinkhole.

At this moment, his extraordinary characteristics were extracted, and he had completely become an ordinary person, even worse than that.

The power of the dragon bone, also a unique characteristic, was expelled from his body, leaving him with only an empty shell!
At this moment, Lu Mingfei and the others suddenly woke up from the 'hypnosis'.

He had no recollection of anything that had just happened. He could only vaguely remember that Zaratu suddenly appeared, flung him away, and then disappeared!

"What about people?!"

Lu Mingfei looked around but couldn't find the figure in the yellow robe. All that was left in front of him was the emaciated Pompeii.

"I guess I was abandoned," Lu Mingze said softly.

"How to kill him completely."

A terrifying killing intent emanated from Lu Mingfei, his eyes were bloodshot and menacing, and anger once again took over his mind!
“Use Gungnir to pierce His heart.”

Lu Mingze slowly said, "Only in this way can a Dragon King be completely killed."

"it is good!"

Lu Mingfei turned around, leaving a bloody trail with each step, and walked towards the abandoned Gungnir.

The divine spear was nailed to a ruin. Having lost its master, it had become completely dull, and the pale gold patterns engraved on it were now extremely gray.

But then, a blood-stained hand gripped the gun tightly.

hum!
Gungnir seemed to be resisting, its pale gold inscriptions shimmering.

"Quiet!"

Lu Mingfei's cold shout was like a royal decree.

Gungnir, who had been resisting Him, suddenly fell silent, seemingly in fear of the boy's bloodline.

Clang!
Lu Mingfei pulled out Gungnir and walked back to the sinkhole once more.

Pompeii seemed to regain some consciousness, gazing at the approaching youth, but his gaze wasn't directed at him; rather, it seemed to be fixed on someone else: "So that's how it is. We're all pawns. You are the ultimate winner."

It seemed that no one present noticed a young man with slightly wavy blond hair, dressed in a white robe and holding a cross.

The person stood in the sinkhole, his vertical pupils glowing with a pale gold, as clear and bright as a baby's, and a faint smile gracing his lips.

Pompeii, of course, knew that man; he was 'Adam'!
At this moment, his mind suddenly became clear, and the whole story seemed to become clear.

From meeting 'Zarathustra', to receiving that potion, to this very moment, having everything taken away.

"It's you, isn't it?!"

Pompeii's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at 'Adam'.

"Ok?"

Lu Mingze was stunned, and asked curiously, "Who is He talking to?"

Suddenly, He grinned: "Wrong. Everything is wrong. We're all wrong."

The tip of the gun dragged on the ground, creating dazzling sparks.

Lu Mingfei remained expressionless, his pupils blood-red and menacing, as if he were oblivious to everything, and walked step by step toward Pompeii.

"Hahahaha. We were all wrong!"

Pompeii burst into laughter, seemingly oblivious to death, screaming in a frenzied, deranged manner, "It was you, wasn't it? Tell me, it was all you!"

"Wait, brother!"

Lu Mingze was slightly taken aback, feeling that there was something more to Pang Bei's words, and wanted to stop Lu Mingfei.

But Lu Mingfei ignored him and directly raised Gungnir. The pale gold runes were lit up one by one, exuding a deathly aura.

"do not want!"

It was too late. Lu Mingfei had nailed Gungnir deep into Pompeii's heart!

Blood gushed forth like a spring, blooming and dripping like blossoming flowers.

Pompeii, his heart pierced, his pupils contracted sharply, but he remained staring at the empty space, his eyes filled with resentment, and he whimpered, "Wrong."

when!
Lu Mingfei forcibly broke Gungnir in half.

Then, he plunged the remaining half of the gun barrel deep into Pompeii's head!
That disgusting head exploded with a 'bang' like a watermelon, splattering out a nauseating red and white viscous mixture.

The Dragon Clan, the end.

At the same moment, inside the magnificent Church of Bones.

Seated on the bronze throne, Uchiha Muneki, in the final moments of the era, as he had foreseen, resolutely drank the potion.

【Ding! 】

[Congratulations, host! You have been promoted to Sequence Two: Insightful One!]

[Reward Awarded: 0-17 - Hidden Angel!]

【Ding! 】

[Main Quest: Promotion to Sequence One: Writer!]

[Completion Ritual: Compile a book, creating a realistic world. The story must be based on tens of thousands of living beings, who will act according to your will. Ultimately, weave a fictional world that possesses real rules.]

[Reward: Audience Path Sequence 1 Extraordinary Trait + Uniqueness!]

(End of this chapter)