Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 78: Holy Descendant, Young God

At that moment, Pavel Baraha realized something.

He finally understood why he, a man of the Steel Rank, experienced in many battles, whose vision and ability far surpassed those of his Ranger subordinates, was unable to focus his attention on such an obvious figure in the first place.

It's clearly in such a dangerous environment.

Mingming was facing such an unreasonable scene.

Such a key, important person who holds great power, but I didn't see him at the first time!

Those dark eyes met his gaze.

And the real reason was known to him in an instant.

That's fear.

It was despair and wailing.

With his keen senses, he saw more than just a strange man in classical robes, with black hair and dark eyes and a gentle smile—no, far from it. He saw much more. He saw hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands of broken Bafolk, watching them burn fiercely in invisible flames. He saw them chopped and torn, twisted into strange shapes like rags, and saw them desperately trying to escape, but unable to do anything.

They let out terrible screams.

They cried, struggled, and fought back—he even saw the once powerful enemy, the demihuman hero known as the King of Destruction, cursing loudly while tearing and biting at the flaming figure in vain.

And he could almost hear—

[Let us go! Let my people go!]

[You monster! You devil! What on earth do you want?!]

【Ahhhhhhhhh——!!! 】

terror.

The terror made the Nine-Color Black Sharpshooter break out in a cold sweat.

No further evidence was needed; the man before him had single-handedly slain an entire tribe of hill goatmen. Unlike the magic casters he had seen and understood, this terrifying humanoid figure before him could bury the souls of his enemies without even using necromancy.

This is not something that an ordinary person, or even a top-level hero, can do.

Only someone as deviant as Fluder, the ancient magic chanter capable of wielding sixth-tier magic, the patron saint of the Baharus Empire, the Pillar of Heaven, could accomplish such a feat. Or perhaps even more powerful. That white-haired old man had already lived for centuries, while this "human" before him might not even be thirty!
Yet, such a powerful and abnormal person, who clearly did not belong to the Theocracy, appeared on the border of the Holy Kingdom!
in case……

If such a great figure were a human...

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

Wu Chen frowned and reflected for a moment. He felt that his words might have been a bit too rude, and perhaps he shouldn't be so condescending to someone he met for the first time.

Yes, asking for help. One should be somewhat polite—this was indeed a slight departure from his usual habits, perhaps because he had just carried out a large-scale pest extermination operation.

think.

He saw the man in Ranger garb freeze at the sight of him. His subordinates tried to signal him, nearly pushing him, but received no response. He didn't recognize the man, but he remembered his fierce-looking eyes. In the Holy Kingdom arc of the original novel, it seems it was a female archer with a fierce gaze who, from the perspective of the indigenous people, witnessed Ainz Ooal Gown's plan to seize the kingdom.

Wu Chen wasn't particularly fond of the story of the Undead King—more precisely, ever since the Holy Kingdom volume, he'd been disgusted by the plot of this evil lich taking control of the world. After all, in the earlier chapters, the Great Tomb forces had a somewhat legitimate, passively counterattacking stance. But in the Holy Kingdom, the storyline was pure invasion, plunder, and deception.

The strong prey on the weak, of course. But Wu Chen truly preferred the legitimate struggles between the strong. He could accept stories where evil characters used cunning tactics to defeat the powerful. But stories where the evil protagonist resorted to schemes, scheming, framing, and deceiving others when dealing with those far weaker than him... that was somewhat out of his league.

But this is just an ordinary novel. There are audiences who like it and those who hate it. Both are normal and nothing serious. Wu Chen also gave up this story after the Holy Kingdom chapter, and even the Holy Kingdom chapter was only read roughly. After that, he focused his energy on other daily entertainment.

Ah...why isn't this person replying?

Introspection turned to confusion, and Wu Chen blinked. And as if a switch had been activated, he saw the Ranger before him shudder slightly. Then he looked at him with a strange look.

It seems like anticipation, but also like fear.

"Excuse me...Sir, are you human?"

"Of course I am a human being." Wu Chen answered casually.

One thing was confirmed.

The moment he uttered these words, Wu Chen sensed something strange and unusual. It was as if the entire world had stopped for a moment, and something vast and grand resonated within his perception!
An idea came into his mind.

This idea instantly turned into practical intelligence.

[Holy Descendant Lv5—Gives significant innate bonuses to all attributes, significantly increasing various recovery abilities. Level cap and most job prerequisites are removed. Can use various special items and possess a certain degree of innate resistance to external interference, including spells, physical attacks, curses, and laws.]

[Young God Lv. 1—Gain the ability to devour faith and curses, significantly increasing skill learning speed and enhancing creativity. Due to the lack of a divine kingdom, it is temporarily unable to accommodate the souls of believers. Due to the lack of godhood, it is temporarily unable to bestow blessings. However, even so, the souls of creatures killed by the Young God will still be captured and absorbed by it. They cannot be resurrected until permission is granted.]

Racial class.

When Wu Chen acknowledged his human nature, a part of this universe, the rules of this world granted him professional power. He knew that anyone living on Nirn could be considered a descendant of the gods, for all were fragments of the original Creator Spirit. He also knew that on Earth, he had once relied on the Dragon Sacrifice Mask to gather faith and thus gained a certain degree of divine power.

However, he never imagined that his experience could become a strength in another world. And this also means...

——It turns out that in this world’s evaluation system, I’m only level 6!

——Does this mean that I can also gain strength by taking a job in this world?
It was incredible, yet it was the undeniable truth. The outward manifestation of his obtaining the answer was only a moment's delay. And at that moment, he saw the ranger before him ask his second question.

"Thank you very much for your answer... Sir, are you from the Silian Theocracy? Or did you simply appear here by chance?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"Because you don't look like a local. Your dress style and speech habits are different from the residents of the surrounding countries I know. But only in the Silian Theocracy, there are some unknown warriors who behave differently from everyone else."

He was probably referring to the Dark Scripture. Those Adventers who founded the Theocracy and saved humanity in ancient times left behind a legacy and bloodline. Powerful humans who possessed the bloodlines of these players and were qualified to use their items would be incorporated into this unit, secretly fighting and striving for the continuation of humanity.

"I'm not from the Silian Theocracy you're talking about." Wu Chen waved his hand. "I come from a faraway place. You could say I accidentally visited this land due to a teleportation accident. And encountered some situations I didn't particularly like."

He saw the ranger's eyes light up with surprise.

"Are you anxious to return home?"

"It's not that urgent." Wu Chen roughly guessed what the other party was thinking. "Accidents can also be pleasant surprises. I'm somewhat interested in the local customs and people here. Especially..."

He glanced at the head of King Hao piled atop the tower of bones. He raised his hand, and the head flew up silently, then landed in his hand.

He heard a gasp.

Perhaps the ranger recognized what he would have considered fifth-order telekinesis—magic that was actually not in the order at all and was far more powerful.

The moment Wu Chen learned about his own racial level, he also obtained information.

It seems that the goat people will never be reborn.

Then, perhaps I can seize the opportunity to further develop this power given by the world. After all, Hera Molly also mentioned that I need to spend time to eliminate the residual power of my will.

"This place looks like it's inhabited by a lot of demihumans. It's a bit of a waste for them to just live like this."

"Perhaps you could introduce me to someone?"

(End of this chapter)