Magicians never make wishes

[Your wish has come true!]

As Dunshan lay dying, his hunched body began to swell.

Previously, a emotionless voice in his mind reminded him that the price he paid was his muscular physique, and that he would receive a price in return.

This nearly killed him on the eve of his wish taking effect.

Now that his wish had come true, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I am still too weak. Even with the mercy of the supreme being, I still failed to seize the opportunity..."

Dunshan took some time to reflect on himself.

Fortunately, now that the wish has taken effect, everything will be rewritten.

Feeling the power gradually growing stronger within him, Dunshan was full of confidence, looking at Ronan as if he were looking at an ant.

How fortunate I am to receive this divine grace!

Even if you are a humble ant, it is an honor you have earned in your past life to be a stepping stone for me.

Dunshan thoroughly enjoyed the process of displaying his heroic posture in front of Ronan, from eye level to looking down at him.

But then he noticed something amiss.

The magician in front of us keeps shrinking, which means he's still growing taller?

What happened?

Dunshan reached out and touched his chest, but received no response.

Looking down, oh, it turned out the claw had snagged on the ribcage, which was why it hadn't...

paw?!

rib cage?!

Is this me?!

Dunshan subconsciously waved his hand and noticed that the bone claws emanating a special aura in front of him also moved.

Why did I become such a horrible sight?!

He finally saw it: his body was constantly expanding, his bones were rapidly growing, and he was becoming a huge skeletal frame.

Do not! ! !

Dunshan tried to scream hysterically, but what came out was a fierce roar carrying a sense of oppression.

He transformed into a giant skeletal dragon.

When the wish took effect, Dunshan, having paid the price, was almost nothing more than a skeleton supporting a husk.

Generally speaking, he should already be dead by this point.

But his wish held him captive, and without muscles, he used them as a foundation to rebuild his body, transforming him into a skeletal dragon, an undead creature.

This situation can only be described as a miracle.

As for Dunshan's wish...

The wish has no specific target, and a skeletal dragon is still a dragon, so it makes sense.

After paying the price, no distortion was triggered, and Dunshan obtained the power he wanted, which is reasonable.

The wish was neither distorted nor was the method of its fulfillment problematic; it was entirely reasonable.

Ronan watched Dunshan's changes throughout and made his decision.

Never make any wishes to yourself until you fully understand the wish-granting function of deities.

Dunshan's size continued to expand, and he could no longer maintain his original size. His orc head became a skeletal dragon head that exuded the abyss's aura, and the two clusters of blue flames burning in his eye sockets were his true soul.

The dragon's might terrified the nearby monsters, and the aura clinging to the bones grew stronger and stronger.

The initial panic and despair in Dunshan's heart were slowly replaced by an overwhelming sense of power.

With a mere movement, his enormous bone claws could level trees, and with a casual spit, his dragon breath could turn the surrounding area into a sea of ​​fire.

Yes, power!

Everything is meaningless except power; for power, one should abandon everything!

So this is the blessing that the supreme being has given me!

Ronan had already retreated to a distance, silently observing Dunshan's actions.

Currently, he seems to be in a state of euphoria, with an extreme desire to destroy the surrounding environment, and he seems to enjoy it immensely.

To avoid being caught in the raging inferno, Ronan was planning to flee the area.

At this moment, dazzling runes suddenly appeared in the sky.

The runes multiplied, responding to every call, gathering in large numbers to outline an even larger array.

This enormous array pattern is located high in the sky, as if it was born there.

The intricate patterns of the array lit up one by one, carrying an unparalleled power and continuously accumulating holy white light.

Dunshan was in high spirits when he suddenly felt a sense of crisis, as if he were being locked onto by something.

Following its senses, it looked up and saw a beam of white light descending, obscuring the sky and reaching its location.

In an instant, everything around it, including its skeletal body, turned pale.

This white light seemed to possess an ultimate purifying power, cleansing away all impurities.

Dunshan didn't even have time to let out a painful roar before he was completely wiped off the face of the earth.

O supreme being... I praise you...

Ronan even experienced auditory hallucinations. When he looked up again, the sky was vast and boundless, and the array patterns seemed to have never appeared at all, having vanished without a trace.

The area enveloped by the white light was extremely large, and the entire region, including the ground, was erased, forming a bottomless pit.

Isn't this method of annihilation a bit too extreme...?

Ronan sighed inwardly, then, after gathering his thoughts, checked the information on the control panel.

[Wish Power Reserves: 5]

These five wishes were added after Dunshan made his wish.

It is currently known that when the wish power storage is 0, it will trigger the self-salvation of the godhood, forcibly pulling the people around into the temple space to make wishes, thereby obtaining the wish power of others.

So, is there a way to take this action proactively?

Ronan pondered, glancing at the information in the "Powers" section.

[Power: to deprive, to bestow, to descend]

These powers seem to be activated only under special circumstances.

Huh?

Ronan suddenly discovered that his thoughts could connect with "Descent," and this connection slowly turned "Descent" on the panel into a button.

With a thought, his soul instantly returned to that dilapidated hall.

Above him was an endless void, and beneath his feet, countless dimensions were condensed into layers of steps. He sat upright in the very center, like a king of an isolated island facing the void.

A wisp of smoke would occasionally drift past outside the main hall, standing out conspicuously in the darkness.

He remembered that he hadn't seen anything like this the last time he was here.

"What is it? I wish I could take a closer look."

The thought flashed through his mind, but unexpectedly, the entire hall seemed to boil over, and an invisible force immediately seized the wisp of smoke and presented it to him.

Ronan ignored the wisps of smoke in front of him and got up to look around the hall.

Before he could even stand up, the entire hall began to slowly rotate around him.

Hmm, is it that I can have all my wishes fulfilled here, or do I only have some control over the main hall...?

"Restore my divinity."

"Restore my divinity."

"Restore my divinity."

……

Ronan repeated the thought aloud in his mind, almost shouting it out loud.

Unfortunately, the temple remained silent this time, but a wisp of green smoke drifted over gently.

Ronan took a closer look and was instantly startled.

This isn't some kind of wisp of smoke; the upper part has a nose and eyes, and looks like a person's upper body. It's clearly a person's soul.

Although this wisp of soul was too thin to be recognized in detail for the time being.

But because they were so close, Ronan was able to hear the fragmented thoughts emanating from that soul.

"O supreme being... I praise you..."