Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 13 Friends Are Still Reliable
calm down.

Keep breathing.

Although the demons in this world are ridiculously powerful and have great magical powers, they are still not good enough to play around with, and they like to flip tables and vent their anger, but still...

Calm down!
Wu Chen suddenly raised his hand and put the mask on his face. A huge torrent of magic power filled his body, bringing him a sense of security and calmness.

The problem is not big.

First, the name was similar, not identical. At least until he saw her with green hair, a pile of books flying around her, and the ability to summon black tentacles, there was no proof that she was Mora Hermaeus's chosen one, the champion, or even her incarnation. Secondly, even if she was, he couldn't avoid it.

While this planet was created by the Holy Spirits, the power of the Demon Gods persists in every corner of the land. They participate in every major event and exert immense influence on it.

Take, for example, the continental war that triggered the current chaos in the Interstellar Province. Decades ago, the High Elves of Summerset Isle unexpectedly defeated the Cyrodiil Empire, which ruled the entire continent, thanks to the direct support of two Daedric Princes. The Daedric Prince of Dreams, Valmina, provided the Orb of Palantir, exposing all the Empire's hidden Blade agents and revealing their routes. The Daedric Prince of Conspiracy, Boethiah, unleashed an endless horde of Daedric Princes, rendering the Human Empire's numerical advantage meaningless.

A human empire that had ruled this continent for millennia was crippled by a brutal, external force. Even though an unknown warrior among humanity found an opportunity, destroyed the Sphere of Palantir and closed the demonic portal, the remnants of the human empire won the War of the Red Ring and recaptured the imperial capital of Cyrodiil. The severely weakened empire seized this small victory and signed the Platinum Armistice with the high elves, granting the high elven ruling regime, the Thalmor, the power to interfere with the empire's beliefs.

Many provinces of the human empire fell or defected as a result. Even Skyrim, still subservient to the empire, was thrown into turmoil, with waves of rebellion rising one after another. But what could be done? After all, the truly legitimate Dragonborn bloodline, blessed by the divine spirits, had perished two hundred years earlier in the annihilation wrought by Dagon, the Destroyer Lord.
If the Dragonborn Emperor were still alive, the Empire could rely on the 'Amulet of Kings,' a symbol of the covenant with the Dragon God Akatosh, the head of the Holy Spirit, to deploy a sacred barrier covering the Empire's territory, prohibiting the demons from freely interfering. They would be forced to take advantage of the gaps between the old and new Dragonborn to wreak havoc.

But the last Dragonborn Emperor was dead—two hundred years prior, during the catastrophe of Oblivion, he destroyed the amulet of proof of the covenant, awakening the power of Akatosh to defeat the daemon Dagon, whose true form had invaded Tamriel. He himself burned to death. The dragon bloodline dried up, and the amulet of proof of the covenant was lost. Even if a successor were found, humanity would no longer be able to draw upon the divine might of the past. Humanity's rule, then and now, was doomed.

This world, after all, is a world of idealism, filled with monsters and demons. A single moment of demonic caprice is no match for the united will of a fortress. As a mortal who knows his own limitations, all he needs to do is adapt.

and so……

Everything around me stopped.

Wearing the mask, Wu Chen easily returned to his dream.

"Boss." He looked at his 'friend' who had appeared beside him, this time with genuine respect. "Generally speaking, it's unlikely that any monster would compete with you for someone."

However, my friend just stood there with a half-smile on his face.

"What do you think I am to you?"

"Uh...friends?"

"Yeah, just a friend. Not your parents, or your babysitter."

well.

send.

Wu Chen rubbed his temples.

"Then...is it too late for me to go back to Earth now?"

"You can always go back," the friend replied. "Time on both sides is relatively still for now. You can come back and forth anytime. Just remember, you have to close the deal within three months."

"Can you jump back and forth at any time?"

"You need a one-day buffer. The time you came here was a special favor between friends, just like the gun, so it doesn't count. Other than that, every time you go to another world, you need a one-day buffer." "Is that so... Then if I become stronger, can I shorten the buffer time? Like, become a high-level wizard or something."

"Even if you become a demon god, you'll still need a day's grace." His friend shook his head and sighed. "Haven't you read a lot of online novels? How come you don't have any fighting prowess? You don't think that just developing more muscles and strengthening your soul counts as becoming stronger, do you? At least explore the narrative, the infinite dimensions, the realms beyond. Think bigger."

This is a bit confusing.

but……

Wu Chen breathed a sigh of relief silently.

Well, the demon wasn't really that scary. The guy before him could actually turn him into a primordial creator like Anu Padome. It was just him being timid and weak, afraid to face a challenge of the omnipotent Paradox level. From the beginning, it was him, not his cheat, who was failing.

"I think I understand." He nodded and stood up.

"Aren't you planning on going back to Earth?" asked a friend.

"I have to go back, but not now." Wu Chen waved his hand. He then pointed to his head. "New knowledge is flowing through my mind. I haven't yet become familiar with the new powers unlocked by my increased magic power. Until I'm familiar with them, I don't think I should return home."

Duneville's projection might still be lingering near the crash site, and it would likely confront the military.

What can I do if I go back now?

Provide some information about Duneville to the East Continent?

Will it work? Dunevir is the only ancient dragon in the Elder Scrolls universe that is unkillable, untrapable, and capable of mass-producing minions. Even the Dragonborn, the destined protagonist who devours dragon souls like jelly beans, can only defeat it, not kill it. And once time begins to flow, it will either succumb to modern firepower due to the flaws of its projections, or it will render the entire modern technology system and think tank powerless.

——Don’t take yourself too seriously, have some self-awareness.

"If you go back now, you won't be able to influence the overall situation, nor will you be able to become part of it. Or do you think it's better to go back and find a group of outsiders to work with as research materials than to learn the power system that Tamriel has developed over thousands of years?"
—Obviously. Right now, Nirn is more suitable for your rapid development than Earth... At least you should understand what you've just learned before making any decisions.

The conclusions he reached while wearing the mask were also accepted when he took it off. The boundaries of the dream collapsed silently, and Wuchen returned to the time of Tamriel.

He raised his hand and stared at his palm. His strengthened body and magic power could further increase the power of the Dragon Priest Mask. And some new abilities emerged in his mind.

"Heal." A halo of light appeared between his palms. It quickly transformed into a restorative force that swept through his body. Even though his previous fatigue and hidden injuries had long been swept away by Li Shi's protection, Wu Chen could still feel his body refreshed.

Injuries and fatigue can be repaired. The only thing it can't do is fill the stomach. Feeling this power, Wu Chen simply couldn't understand the Nords' rejection of spellcasters. Could it be that these muscular barbarians are so obsessed with muscle purity that they can't stand anything else?
Respect, understanding, blessing.

It can only be said that there are objective reasons why the Nord Kingdom, once able to compete, stand out, and obey orders but not decrees under the heyday of the Human Empire, has now become unable to even establish itself as an independent Skyrim province under the control of this half-dead and crippled Empire. But what does this have to do with him, Wu Chenchen?
Could he really be so dissatisfied with the current low level of combat power? Did he really want to confront the Ghoul Disaster Lord directly in the face to challenge him?
"There are several new spells available." Wu Chen moved his fingers.

"And..." He shifted his gaze upwards, towards the distant mountains. His vision seemed clearer than before. He could vaguely make out a tiny black dot.

A thin mist seemed to appear in his mind, and his subconscious was whispering to him not to pay too much attention to this layer of mist. He always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something, but he also felt that there was no point in exploring these forgotten contents.

Friends are friends after all.

(End of this chapter)