Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 120: After-fun
Calca felt like she was dreaming.

In her dream, enveloped in light, she saw a vision—she saw herself growing, changing. She saw Dust pacing around the sacred pool, carefully observing her and her companions. His expression, a look of concern and affection, faded into nervousness the next moment.

Because the stone statue of the ancestor came to life.

And it makes a majestic and grand declaration.

"Trialist, you possess the virtues and noble sentiments of a king, but do you also possess the powerful strength that matches them?"

"Come, come to me. Survive the final test I leave behind. If you pass, you will inherit my knowledge and power."

A dazzling portal opened, and a majestic and enormous golden dragon prostrated itself in the world beyond. She saw Dust step into it without hesitation, and what followed was a battle of mythical epic proportions.

The living hero wielded thunder, striking down the ancient dragon. Each collision brought unparalleled impact and destruction, until the entire world behind the gate was filled with waves of light.

Finally, the hero defeated the dragon. Bathed in golden dragon blood, the dragon's massive body disintegrated and shattered, transforming into prototypes of spells and knowledge, which poured directly into the hero's body.

Washing oneself in dragon blood brings immortality. The legends I had heard as a child were now vividly unfolding before my eyes.

She heard the ancestor's comforting laughter and saw the blazing light pouring in. In a trance, she seemed to see her hero transformed into a dragon.

The dream gradually broke and became blurred.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Dust leaning against the stone pillar beside the holy water pool, flipping through a thick and ancient spell book. But when she turned around, she saw that the stone statue of the ancestor that originally stood beside the pool had disappeared.

…It turned out not to be a dream.

..............................

——I made it up...it should be okay.

Wu Chen pondered, closing his spellbook as his companions opened their eyes. Calca was the first to awaken, her face a mixture of surprise and delight upon seeing him. Her body shone brightly from the all-encompassing surge of positive energy. Even though she still looked human, ordinary people would immediately sense something unusual about her.

A crane stands out among chickens, a needle in a bag.

The beauty magic she had painstakingly researched and developed would probably never be used.

"Daxter! I just..." She uttered a crisp sound, turned her head, and felt a sense of loss when she saw the remains of the stone statue behind her. Of course, she didn't know that the stone statue disappeared because Wu Chen threw it into the abandoned secret room demiplane and then shattered it with an elemental shock.

The ownerless demiplane has been closed, and now it is the stage where there is no evidence.

"...Ancestor, have you left yet?"

Her tone was suddenly filled with melancholy.

"Well, His Majesty Rolandil taught me a lot. But the rest of the journey is up to us to walk on our own." This was not a lie. The remains of the Holy King did teach him a lot.

"Daxter...ah!" murmured the girl with ankle-length blonde hair. She pressed on the edge of the pool and tried to get up, and immediately let out a soft cry.

The edge of the pool was crushed. Her slender hands, only a healer's, with only a limited experience in weapon combat, suddenly burst out with unimaginable strength!

Ten biological levels, the parameters of an adult orc. However, the Bantian tribe naturally far surpassed the mere orcs, not counting the increased spell power, just the most basic flesh and blood amplification. Calca, once powerless, now possessed the physical strength of a mature ogre.

"Be careful, you've just completed your transformation into a Bantian. Your body is completely unfamiliar to you now, as it has already given you the strength of a hero. By now, you should be able to use fifth-tier magic."

Dust admonished her, raising his hand. With a telekinetic movement, he plucked Calca from the pool—lightly but steadily placing her on the ground beside him. Invisible power extended to the other two.

“I can do this.” Remedios opened her eyes when Wu Chen’s telekinesis touched her. She and he were connected by the mark of alliance—and unlike Calca and Kuirat, two weak spellcasters, as a warrior, she could precisely control even a sudden surge of strength.

She took two deep breaths and slowly raised her hands. Her movements gradually became faster, and soon she jumped out of the pool and landed safely.

"My strength has roughly tripled. My reaction speed, explosive power, and observation skills have all been completely improved." She clenched her fists, her body temperature rising sharply as the blood rushed through her. Vast clouds of mist rose from her body, and with a soft shout, she swung her fist forward.

A single blow, a small sonic boom. What she had previously needed to activate the combat skill 'Gang Ji', she could now accomplish simply with her physical strength. "This is... a power that defies common sense..."

She stared at her fist, her eyes blurry and uncertain. She had once thought her limit was the realm of heroism, but she had never imagined that just one day after meeting Dust, everything she had would be turned upside down.

She turned her head and looked at Wu Chen with a fiery look in her eyes. It was hard to tell whether it was because the alliance mark between her eyebrows had taken effect or if she had already figured it out. As she looked at Wu Chen, she was about to say something -

And was interrupted by a shy cry of a girl.

"Woo——" It was Kuirat.

Of the three women present, she was the only one wearing only soft fabric. After being soaked in water, the overly thin fabric revealed her graceful and beautiful figure in an overly straightforward way.

"Can you..." My sister, who always had a foxy smile, now blushed. She tried in vain to cover herself with her hands, begging weakly. "First...light a fire."

Wu Chen shrugged, and after understanding the implied meaning, he turned and left.

Remedios and Calca exchanged a glance, their smiles simultaneously lacing with malicious intent. With the clatter of fabric and armor falling to the ground, the three close friends, who had always slept under the same blanket, rolled together in the gradually closing temple, and a fierce battle began.

A fight between goblins, literally.

This is a very quick and effective operation for a body that has become somewhat difficult to control due to the acquisition of powerful strength.

——It’s great to be young.

Wu Chen thought of it as he walked out the door.

However, he immediately realized that his age was actually younger than the ladies inside.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he suddenly found it somewhat amusing—his concerns were completely nonexistent in the eyes of the other party, his companion. From the very beginning, he was the only one who hesitated slightly because of killing Calca's ancestor.

The rice noodles are still too expensive.

But does this mean...

——Actually, I do care about them and value my relationships with them. Ah…but other than that, I'm a complete jerk.

A hint of melancholy flashed through the depths of his eyes. In the past, even just two weeks ago, he had always maintained a strict code of conduct, never playing both sides. The thought of starting a harem only crossed his mind when he was reading novels and putting himself in the shoes of the protagonist. He was certain he could distinguish the line between reality and fantasy and would never cross it.

but now--

——It turns out that there is no going back.

The dragon priest's mask danced lightly in the dream. Initially, I had transformed myself by donning the mask. But now, the mask no longer held me back—for I had become a Wu Chen who had adapted to the current environment, no longer needing the mask's additional assistance. My mindset, cognition, outlook on life, and worldview were completely different from those of just half a month ago.

Can not go back.

——Then enjoy it.

The melancholy faded away. This was the last time he would feel such nostalgic thoughts. The charming sounds of the girls playing and playing in the temple became an accompaniment to his ears, and his brow relaxed as he continued to flip through the spellbook in his hand.

They had already let down their guard against him, and this would not change in an instant just because they had acquired new powers.

Instead, he, who had always been in the dominant position, was filled with unnecessary vigilance and worry.

This is a flaw, and this mistake must not be made again.

Next time, he would stay in the temple.

(End of this chapter)