Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 32: Just...pretend nothing happened

calm.

calm.

First find a time machine...

What the hell, it’s still a time machine joke in this era? You might as well put a microwave on your head!

Wu Chen took a deep breath.

He slowly pressed the mask back onto his face, then closed his eyes.

Moment.

Time around him came to a standstill. He finally left reality, where anything he did could go wrong, and entered a dreamland where nothing could possibly fail.

Excited heart, trembling hands.

Wu Chen slowly took off the mask on his face and inhaled the air from his dream.

"I knock!"

The innocent mask fell to the ground, bouncing back and forth on the marble and thick carpet. Wu Chen's face turned pale, then blue, and then turned into a numbness.

What a shame, what a shame, what a shame!
How on earth could I have said something like that without batting an eyelid? I acted like a god, and shamelessly asked a girl I'd only known for a few hours to change her clothes in front of her...did I just throw away all my nine years of compulsory education?! My grades in philosophy classes weren't that bad before!
"Hu——" Take a deep breath.

"Hu——" and then spit it out.

It's all the mask's fault!

If I hadn't been wearing this lousy mask, I would never have done something like this! I finally managed to survive a situation where I had to kill people and finally got to the point where I only had to fight monsters. I thought I could finally catch my breath, but then I ended up doing something like this!
Hopeless.

No matter how many people know about it, Wu Chen's reputation is completely hopeless!

The only viable way now is—

Wu Chen's shoulders slumped, and he leaned back onto the soft carpet. His eyes fixed on the polished ceiling, his thoughts gradually drifting away.

"...As expected, I can't come back."

“Even if my body comes back, my heart will never return to Earth, to the time when I was an ordinary person, a good student.”

He reached out, the mask still beside him. The newfound power flowed through his body and fingers, granting him more magic and calculation.

His total mana increased by approximately two hundred points. His standard mana reserve was close to eight hundred points, well within the standards of an elite beginner wizard. As for the extra mana that couldn't be used for personal gain and would disappear if he lost his followers, it was around three thousand points.

Fifteen to one, that's a very high conversion rate. And the number of survivors he'd rescued should be more than three thousand. As long as he could handle it, reaching the elite level before heading to the core area shouldn't be a problem. Before then, his total magic power limit of nearly four thousand points was more than enough to unlock masks and provide more mid-level, and even a few high-level, spells.

I can't give up this power.

No matter what the reason or position, it is impossible to give up.

Then, sooner or later, you will become what you should be.

Closing his eyes and covering his face with a mask, Wu Chen felt a surge of power and knowledge, searching for powerful magic that could be put to use.

There was only one high-level spell, called Blazing Stream, which served as the Dragon Priest's signature power in the original game. Using it, it unleashed a blazing stream of flames, a degraded version of Dragon Breath, capable of wielding a single target in the direction of the dragon.

A hidden gem. Even with the support of numerous followers, the magic power regeneration rate is far superior to normal. Even a single strike will consume all current magic power reserves. If it cannot be used to determine victory, it is best not to use it carelessly. This is because only a true dragon priest can wield this power at will, and a rookie like Wu Chen, who is not even a novice, would find it difficult to control it even if he could force it to be released.

So...what about other low-level magic?
There are a lot of new additions, but no decisive increase or enhancement.

Incineration Fireball, a higher level than Fireball, still falls into the category of mid-level magic. Iron Armor and Inspire, which can significantly improve one's parameters and defense, do not unlock higher-level powers.

but……

"Flame Cloak."

Flames ignited, circling Wu Chen's body. A flaming barrier, independent of armor, was constructed, automatically adjusting to the caster's movements. Before its duration expired, it would inflict a fireball-like effect on any nearby targets.

The power is not strong, but that's not the point. The key is the resistance it can provide - the caster covered by the flame cloak will gain the ability to reduce fire damage, and the power of destructive spells will also be slightly increased.

It was a valuable spell. Along with it, Wu Chen's mind also thought of Frost and Lightning Cloak. Besides providing resistance, they also had the special effects of physical damage and magicka absorption. However, compared to these, the most applicable power now was—

"Blessings of light."

The flames flowing around him transformed into flowing light. While it had little effect on living creatures, it was quite effective in damaging and suppressing the undead. It also offered a certain degree of resistance to any external interference tainted with the aura of death.

It's a little different from the game.

Wu Chen vaguely remembered that in the game, a spell with a similar effect was called "Standar's Light." However, Standar was the name of one of the Holy Spirits of Cyrodiil, and it would never appear in the knowledge of the Dragon Cult's dragon priests.

"I hope this retro technique will be effective."

Wu Chen shook his head and raised his hand. A pure white flame flickered faintly in his palm. This was Yangyan, the anti-necromancy fire constructed from the Holy Light system.

The effect on humans is almost non-existent, and it might even have a positive effect on Earthlings. However, it is very effective against undead creatures like ghouls, skeletons, and vampires.

The Sentinel Tolan had used this spell in front of Wu Chen.

"Fire of Light." Yang Yan gathered into a ball in his palm and released it forward. Its size and speed were roughly the same as Wu Chen's previous fireball technique. The moment it struck its target, a vast expanse of pure Yang Yan light violently erupted!
This might be called light sphere technique.

And if Yang Yan is further compressed and reconstructed——

"Sun Ray." Blazing sunlight shot out from his palm, hitting its target the instant it was activated. A sofa in the dream was struck with pinpoint accuracy, and a vortex formed at the edge of the dream.

A targeted light spell. As a mid-level spell, it's effective against high-level undead. If the skeletal drakes of Scattered Bone Ridge didn't possess a hint of dragon nature, making them impenetrable to holy light, this spell alone would have been enough to deal with Nirn's enemies.

"pity."

Wu Chen shook his head.

He turned his gaze to look around him. The moment he turned his thoughts, his 'friend' had already appeared at the end of his sight.

"So..." Wu Chen pursed his lips. "Is it really Overload - the Undead King?"

"Maybe." The friend said casually, crossing his arms.

"So, does this mean I can go to the world of the Undead King?"

"It can't be done."

"……Why?"

"Because you're not sure." The friend shook his head slightly. "You're not sure if this is the world of the Undead King, you're not sure if it's the anime or the novel, you're not even sure if it's the serialized version or the paperback version—if you don't even know where you want to go, how can you possibly get there?"

He was right, Wu Chen really didn't know.

Even though the existence of the Death Spiral was basically confirmed, there were still many details he didn't know.

"So how do I get there?"

"You know the answer," the friend replied.

He did know the answer. The answer was to personally go to the heart of the Death Spiral, to see, to feel, to fight. Using his own experiences and convictions, he would determine his own destiny.

It was like the gunfire he fired at Duneville on Flight D444, the firefight, and his personal experience of the deadly dragon roar of "Soul Rip."

"...I understand." Wu Chen nodded. "So, if I go there, it will also be a day's buffer, right?"

"One day," his friend nodded slightly. "Whichever world you're going to, the buffer time will be at least one day. But, you still have things to do in Nirn, right?"

Something is indeed happening.

There are indeed enemies that need to be dealt with.

Wu Chen nodded and closed his eyes.

Then, reality and dreams switched silently. Before he could make the next move, he still had a lot to do.

(End of this chapter)