We traveled through time together, but I'm the only dragon? The others are all beautiful girls?

It was all too late; even the air seemed to freeze in the extreme awkwardness.

That forbidden image has become the deepest imprint, forever etched into Isriel's soul, making it unforgettable for her.

Her instinctive fear of the dragon overwhelmed her reason like a burst dam.

This world is vast, and in the records before everything was destroyed, green dragons did not have a history of toying with their 'food'. Some elves who were lucky enough to survive such inhuman ravages even gave birth to hybrid dragon-born elves.

The Akalion before us, in terms of its 'specifications' and its physical 'size,' is far larger than any green dragon recorded in history.

She'll die! She'll definitely die!

[Escape.]

We must escape from here immediately.

Her body, her soul, every corner of her being, were frantically issuing this one and only command from the deepest recesses of life. She did not want to meet her end in such a tragic way, being completely 'blown open'.

Even if she were the lord, even if the absolute ruler of this city were a being with supreme authority, like the sun that never sets in the sky—she absolutely, absolutely could not accept it!

Although she couldn't resist, but...

Isriel's gaze, uncontrollably, fell upon the gray dragon that had fallen silent due to extreme embarrassment.

Having spent this time together, the city's elves had come to understand that if Akalion truly wanted to do something, they would be powerless to resist. Yet, he chose not to, instead fulfilling his duties as city lord with utmost seriousness.

Although he possessed some of the wicked tastes of the decadent aristocrats of the old era, he was still quite proper and respectable.

This made everyone develop a subtle fondness for him, even the youngest and most desperate among them, Elavin, was no exception.

In this apocalyptic era, if Akalion had actually made such a request back then, I doubt anyone would have refused. With the elves' flexible bodies, they could certainly accommodate a normal size.

But now—I'm definitely going to die.

Unless... unless we can use the [Local Shrinkage Technique].

But that's a fifth-circle spell. With Akalion's terrifying talent, it would probably take him years or even decades to master it.

In the world of Eldra, mages refer to the fifth ring as "Arcane Awakening".

This step requires the caster to have the awareness to look directly into their own soul, thereby confirming their perception of external energy, and truly using their soul, rather than their body, to conduct their first thought and meditation.

It is at this step that the caster often awakens a mental power called "psychic energy." Therefore, the fifth ring is also known as "psychic awakening."

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: 59. A Few Things About the Calamity Realm

"you......"

Eleanor's voice was like the first crack breaking through the ice, allowing the frozen air to begin to flow again.

Looking at Ying's disheveled state and Akalion's predicament, she couldn't help but sigh.

The sigh was mixed with helplessness, jealousy, and a hint of superiority that she herself was unaware of.

"Have you forgotten that it's still my time now?"

"sorry."

That was all Akalion could say. He tried to signal with his eyes that Isriel should step aside first.

But at this moment, Isriel's red eyes had already lost focus, making it impossible for him to discern the complex messages contained within those non-human dragon eyes.

Her consciousness remained immersed in that forbidden scene that could be described as earth-shattering.

If Akalion could discern Isriel's inner thoughts at this moment, and know the trembling she felt mixed with fear and submission, his absolute desire for dominance, stemming from his dragon nature, would most likely not hesitate to completely take this loyal secretary under his control, and less likely he would wipe out all the elves currently existing in the city.

"What's the use of saying sorry? Put Ying down right now!"

Eleanor looked at Akalion, who was still 'shining' with the glow on his head, and felt a deep sense of helplessness. In the current state, she felt embarrassed for Akalion.

"Even I would be jealous!"

"but I--"

Akalion glanced at the unconscious Ying and dared not make any rash moves.

This is the real world, after all, and it's different from the dark space. In the real world, you can get hurt.

He could even feel that Ying's fragile, mortal internal organs were stubbornly writhing in the lingering afterglow.

"Boom!"

Eleanor walked to the root, and the writhing darkness, seemingly alive, quietly extended from her shadow, gently and precisely pulling the petite body, which had long since lost its mind, from that overly tight 'wedge', and then softly placing it on the floor covered with a beautiful carpet.

Rich, pearly dragon blood slid down from the connection point, and before it even touched the ground, silver runes on the floor of the Mystic Tower lit up on their own, absorbing it all.

This is a treasure worthy of being used as a medium for enchanting at the sixth ring level, as well as for casting some high-level spells at the seventh to eighth ring levels. The instinct of the Secret Radiance Tower Spirit will not allow the slightest waste.

That is why no worldly stench lingered in the air.

"Phew—" Akalion breathed a long sigh of relief. The frenzied flames that originated from his instincts quickly subsided, and the bulge of desire on his dragon body quietly shrank back into his abdomen. "Finally... Ying, she's too crazy."

Like a king who had nothing to do with it, he quickly composed himself, his oval dragon eyes shrinking back into cold, vertical slits, as if the out-of-control beast had nothing to do with him.

He did indeed enter a state of wisdom, returning from absolute chaos to absolute order, and the serenity of a ruler reappeared on him.

"Isriel, what happened? How did you get here?"

"..."

Isriel remained staring blankly at Akalion, still unable to recover from the mental explosion she had experienced.

"Hey?"

Just as Akalion was about to reach out his claws to touch her, Eleanor quickly stepped forward and blocked his way.

"Do you want to scare her even more? This poor elf hasn't been properly trained and accustomed to you yet."

"I...I didn't train her!"

Seeing Eleanor like this, Akalion instinctively began to justify his actions for some reason.

"Is that so?" Eleanor's lips curled into a meaningful smile. She approached Isriel and gracefully lifted a corner of her black dress, revealing her flat, taut abdomen covered in pure white silk. "As far as I know, this style of dress doesn't seem to exist in the aesthetics and customs of the High Elves, does it?"

"Perhaps...perhaps the elves of this world, Eldra, are like this?"

"Then what are you guilty of?"

“I didn’t—okay, this is training!” Akalion finally gave up trying to explain; it was unrealistic to try and hide this from 'himself'. “What exactly happened to bring Isriel here?”

“Hmph, I never said I hated what you did.” Eleanor stared at Akalion, but her gaze inadvertently drifted to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hall. Before he could speak again, she continued, “Anthershine, a serious anomaly has occurred outside your city.”

Soon, she relayed Isriel's previous report to Akalion word for word.

"How dare you infringe upon my property!"

Akalion's dragon eyes instantly ignited with a fury powerful enough to melt steel! It wasn't just anger at the invasion of its territory, but a more fundamental, absolute tyranny belonging to a dragon over the desecration of its own 'treasure'!

"These damn fools are asking for it! I'm going to go and grind them all to dust!"

"..."

Eleanor gazed at Akalion in silence for a long time, then let out a helpless sigh:

"I already said that I don't dislike what you did."

"Really?!" Akalion immediately abandoned his dragon-like majesty and returned to his normal demeanor.

“Of course it’s true. You are ‘me,’ so how could you not understand ‘my’ true thoughts?” Eleanor’s gaze passed over him and landed on Isriel, who was slowly regaining consciousness. “Next time, you can’t have it all to yourself; I want to see it too!”

“Okay!” Akalion agreed without hesitation.

"!"

Having just restarted from a system crash, Isriel inexplicably felt a chilling wind blow down her back, a wind so cold it could freeze her to the bone.

"My Lord, you are back!"

She forcefully suppressed the instinctive, indescribable discomfort in her heart and resumed the professional demeanor befitting a secretary, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.

"I have already, with the mistress, brought the city outside—"

“She has already told me,” Akalion interrupted Isriel’s report, his voice deep and authoritative. “I will handle it personally once Luminous wakes up. You may leave now.”

"Yes, Lord Lord!"

"That must have been a hallucination," Isriel thought to herself as she smelled the normal scent in the air, before leaving the hall and heading to her workspace to continue coordinating the city's operations.

“Let me help Ying clean up,” Eleanor said, walking toward the still unconscious blonde girl. “I already know where the bathroom is. You don’t need to come along.”

"..."

Akalion was somewhat taken aback by Eleanor's defensiveness, and after realizing what was happening, he emphasized:

"I can still tell the difference between what's important and what's not, and I won't get lustful just because you two are taking a bath."

“No!” Eleanor turned around, her face showing a look that said, ‘Do you think I would believe that?’

"Haha, okay then."

Akalion lay dejectedly on the ground, his massive dragon head resting on his forepaws. He thought to himself, "Next time, I'll let the elves wipe my body." With that thought, his disappointment vanished.

As Eleanor's figure and the luminous figure gently lifted by the stretcher formed by the writhing darkness disappeared together outside the gate, Akalion began to command the Mystic Tower to provide detailed information on the [Cataclysmic Domain].

[Confirmed—Please wait, Master. Before that, may I collect the remaining 'Life Essence' within Master Ying's body? It is an extremely excellent medium and magical material.]

[Although it can be confirmed that the master's life essence has a strengthening effect on the Ying master's existence, she is currently in a state of overcapacity.]

If it remains inside her body for an extended period, it will cause irreversible negative effects—for example, the self-disintegration of body tissues, the proliferation of extra, scaly limbs bearing your characteristics, etc.

"what?"

Akalion was utterly shocked to discover the terrifying power of his life essence.

"Then quickly remove the excess!"

[Permission has been confirmed. For this project, the Mage Tower will acquire the necessary materials through spatial transfer and spillover collection.]

[Inquiring with the owner of Ying... Permission has been obtained, execution commencing.]

Information regarding the [Cataclysmic Realm] has been confirmed and is being displayed to you.

The 3D model of the city in the hall instantly transformed into shimmering, three-dimensional text, floating before Akalion's eyes.

Every sage who has explored the [Cataclysmic Realm] will emphasize three facts in their records, using lessons learned in blood.

First, the elemental properties of each [Calamity Realm] may be completely different from their appearance.

What appears to be a calm, still lake may, in essence, be a scorching flame or a raging thunderbolt. The order of the elements is unreliable here.

Second, never underestimate anything within the [Catastrophe Realm].

Even a harmless breeze or a fragrant flower scent could inflict a deadly magical effect on an explorer. It is essential to always carry equipment or items capable of dispelling negative magical effects.

Third, without the accompaniment of an eighth-ring level spellcaster and without carrying a soul teleportation item, it is absolutely forbidden to enter the Calamity Zone marked as [IV] level.

In that area, the intensity and density of magical reactions exceeded what mortals could handle.

The world of Eldra is divided into four levels of [Calamity Zone] based on their level of danger.

[Level I Calamity Area]:

This realm is inhabited by malevolent magical creatures with twisted minds. They may not be absolutely powerful, but their very existence is a mockery of order.

For example, there are packs of Hellhounds that breathe hellfire; they are walking scorched earth that can turn the ground into sulfurous scorched soil.

There are also Displacer Beasts that use visual tricks to jump between reality and illusion, tearing their prey apart with their claws.

You might even encounter Green Hags lurking deep within the decaying woods, skilled in vicious curses and disguises, whose whispers can cast a shadow over even the most steadfast heart.

In this place, the existence of non-magical life forms will be continuously suppressed and weakened. If they stay for more than three days without protection, their life force will be completely lost until they meet a cold death. The [Calamity Domain] in the [Longwind Forest] where the anomaly occurred this time has been judged to be of this level.

As for the higher levels, apart from level [II], the others are completely beyond his current reach. Akalion only glanced at them briefly, memorized their characteristics, and decided to activate them whenever he encountered them.

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地狱犬

The hellhound is a giant hunting dog the size of an ox, with eyes that burn with hellfire, charred black skin, and its body often emitting smoke and flames. Its paws leave scorch marks wherever they tread.

It can unleash a five-meter-long cone-shaped flame breath.

Complete immunity to fire injuries

Possesses dark vision and olfactory perception

They often cooperate with demons, devils, and fallen people.