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

"To understand D&D psionic power, you must first understand this."

Akalion, in his original form, somehow acquired a pair of enormous black-rimmed glasses, which he wore on his massive dragon face, perfectly embodying the image of a hypocrite.

"In the D&D world, every conscious being generates spiritual energy, from which self-awareness arises."

"This spiritual energy encompasses many aspects: intelligence, perception, and charisma are direct components of self-awareness, while strength, agility, and physical constitution are also related to it. Psychic energy is the integration of this spiritual energy with consciousness."

“Psionicists use this intrinsic ability to influence changes in the real world. The gray boundaries in the brains of ordinary beings make thoughts and dreams inconspicuous, but the mental will of psionic beings is clearly visible.”

The moment the words left his mouth, Akalion's allure suddenly intensified, causing all four people present to blush, especially Artoria and Wanderer Lans, who felt a surge of heat within them.

"Once my psychic powers awaken, I can make myself more charismatic and increase my speed."

Akalion moved with the slightest movement, becoming a blur as it appeared directly behind the four.

"Psionic energy also includes elements such as earth, water, wind, and fire, just like colored light separated from pure white light."

In an instant, the red of fire, the white of wind, the blue of water, and the yellow of earth—four kinds of radiance symbolizing different elements—manifested directly from the psychic energy, followed by pure black and holy light.

“I can also directly convey my emotions to your hearts and let you feel it directly—this is joy.”

A beam of red light, tinged with pink, like the gentle fingertips of a lover, lightly brushed across the souls of the four people present. A pure, unadulterated joy instantly welled up from the deepest recesses of their hearts, without warning.

"This is fear."

The next moment, a deep, viscous darkness, like a living shadow, silently and completely swallowed the pink light. A chilling shiver, originating from their very life force and capable of freezing to the bone, instantly gripped their hearts.

“Psionic power is a force that directly interferes with reality through willpower, and it can be roughly divided into six major factions.”

Akalion pushed up his exquisite black-rimmed glasses, and behind the lenses, his grey dragon eyes, which should have belonged to a predator, now shone with the intellectual light of a scholar.

"Clairsentience is a system of mental creation (Metacreativity), mental transformation (Psychokinesis), mental self-shaping (Psychometabolism), mental transmission (Psychoportation), and mental enchantment (Telepathy)."

"Among them, the Mind Enchantment skill is extremely effective against enemies who do not cultivate their minds or whose minds have already fallen into obsession. For example, that lowly king."

"This must be because you're the one wielding the psionic energy, right?" Artoria's golden ahoge swayed slightly, as if sensing a contradiction. "As the embodiment of the island's will, the essence of the Lowly King, supported by an entire island, is far stronger than that of the Lostbelt Fairy Kingdom of Meryuchina. His heart shouldn't be so fragile."

“No.” Akalion shook his head firmly, he would never be arrogant because of this. “It’s not because I’m strong, but because His mind is deeply ravaged by that doomed future, and also affected by the Restraint Force. These two factors directly resulted in the third-ring level psionic blast having an excellent effect on Him. Otherwise, it would have taken at least level five to directly destroy His mind.”

After answering Artoria's question, he began to offer advice on learning psionic powers.

"For someone like you who possesses intuition and is destined to wield the Holy Sword and its scabbard, as well as the Holy Lance, the Teleportation, Creation, and Enchantment systems are the priority to master. Among them, Teleportation has the highest priority, as mobility is very important to you."

Akalion's gaze then shifted to Eleanor.

"And Eleanor, you should prioritize mastering the Mind Conversion tree. Until you learn the soul magic and sorcery of the Dark Souls world, this is your only means of area-of-effect attack. As for Mind Shaping... if you can't get the Elemental Flask, then we'll talk about that later."

“It sounds like the only weakness of psionic energy is that fragile body that carries the soul.” Wanderer Lan Shi’s gaze swept over Akalion’s mountain-like body as he calmly added, “Of course, you don’t have that weakness.”

“After all, this is a power originating from the mind.” Akalion adjusted his glasses, and with his will, two thick, cyan tomes appeared before Artoria and Eleanor respectively. “These contain models of psionic spells from the zeroth to the fifth ring. For us psionicists, as long as we record these models within our souls, we no longer need to be bound by cumbersome gestures, mediums, or external magical energy to unleash psionic spells.”

"But you must also remember that psychic power has its limits. When you feel mentally exhausted, you must not force it. What you will overdraw is your life force, and even damage to your mind, which will cause a permanent depletion of your psychic energy limit."

“You don’t need to do the test papers,” he said, his tone turning slightly smug. “After all, you’re not learning psionic skills according to the mage system of the Eldra world.”

"A mage?" Eleanor asked curiously. "Aren't mages arcane users? Why would they be involved with psionic energy?"

“This is a real world, without so many rules and restrictions derived from board games.” Akalion removed his glasses, shedding his scholarly demeanor and reverting to the dragon that exuded primal wildness and savagery. “The magical energy of Eldra, once freed from the constraints of the [Magic Web], has fallen into complete chaos. For mages of this world to cast spells of the fifth rank or higher, they must use their own [Psionic Energy] as the reins to control this raging energy; otherwise, even the highest-level spellcasting medium cannot control this primal magical energy.”

"Wait a minute?!" Saintess's blood-red eyes widened slightly in shock. "You... you even did a test?"

“Of course!” Akalion puffed out his chest smugly, his giant sword-like dragon tail swaying proudly behind him. “I have already completed all the courses for a third-circle mage and passed Anthershine’s third-circle mage qualification exam with a perfect score!”

"Truly... appearances can be deceiving." Wanderer Lan Shi gazed at the powerful dragon before him, which seemed to be composed purely of muscles and strength, and sighed sincerely.

That claw of His should be able to easily tear the Raging Wave-level remnant into pieces, right?

“Well then,” Akalion adjusted his tone, trying to look at the angel girl with a calm expression, “Saintess, there is a solution that might be able to eliminate your troubles. The fifth-circle mind spell—Mind Barrier—can construct a mental defense barrier based on your will.”

"No, no!" Saintess shook her head desperately as she watched Akalion's enormous body draw ever closer and his alluring aura grow stronger.

She would die, she would definitely die! Even though the desire for that power burned like a branding iron in Saintelia's soul, the instinctive fear of being completely pierced, torn apart, and even crushed still prevented her from taking that final step.

At least... at least until she awakens more of the original's traits, such as being able to freely increase her size to over three meters.

“Since that’s the case…” Seeing her resolute attitude, Akalion didn’t press the matter further. He simply sighed with regret and then took out a ring that shimmered with an eerie light from his Dragon Treasury. “This is a mental protection ring specially crafted by the elves of Eldra to combat the mental pollution of the [Calamity]. I found it within the realm of the Calamity. I don’t know if it will be effective against the whispers of those four evil gods you mentioned, but after I put it on, even if I actively tried to listen to the whispers of those ancient fragments, I couldn’t hear a thing.”

"Thank you!" Saint Lilia's gaze lingered on Akalion's face for only a moment before quickly shifting away like a startled bird. She let him place the cold ring on her finger; the touch calmed her heart, which had been agitated by fear.

"Wait for me...wait for me to be ready, I will come to find you. Don't be impatient."

“I didn’t!” Akalion felt his dragon dignity had been challenged, and he emphasized almost instinctively, “I’m not trying to trick you with lies! If you want it, I’ll just come at you!”

"I...I understand." Saint Jalia's voice was barely audible. After speaking, her figure vanished from the dark space as if fleeing.

“And mine?” Eleanor stretched out her fair and slender hand toward Akalion. Seeing this, Artoria and the Wanderer Lansing silently made the same gesture.

"You haven't faced a situation as difficult as Saint Lilia's—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was abruptly interrupted by three sharp gazes that seemed to cut through space itself.

"Alright, alright." Akalion reluctantly raised his claws and took out three more rings of different styles from his treasure vault. Now even Luminous couldn't be left out; it was all the treasure he had painstakingly accumulated...

He first placed the ring, set with a deep red gemstone that resembled burning blood, on Eleanor's right index finger.

"This ring contains the third-circle evocation spell—Fireball. It can be used three times a day, and you need to wait for the energy to recover after each use. However, your psionic energy can replenish it. With your current reserves, you can activate it twenty more times."

“I love it.” A warm glow shone in Eleanor’s ruby ​​eyes. She looked at the gem on her fingertip, which seemed to hold endless destruction, and a sweet feeling and a thirst for power welled up uncontrollably in her heart.

Then, he placed the ring, set with deep purple agate, on Artoria's hand.

"This ring contains the third-circle psionic spell Mind Trap. It will lay a trap in your mind's domain! If any being dares to interfere with your mind, it will detonate instantly, causing temporary mental damage to the intruder. The authority to activate it depends entirely on your will."

"Actually, you don't need to care so much about Meryl."

Artoria wanted to change Akalion's opinion of Mei Liangxin, but she knew it wouldn't work when she saw the look in his eyes.

If it weren't for Meryl's guidance from childhood, she probably would have thought the same way.

"I will take good care of it."

Finally, when he was about to place the ring set with warm amber into the palm of the wanderer Lan Shi's hand, she took the initiative and extended her index finger.

“We…sooner or later, will become that kind of relationship too.” Her ears turned slightly red, but her gaze remained fixed on the ground, as if there was something there that attracted her more than Akalion.

Akalion felt a surge of emotion. He silently slipped the ring onto her finger and then spoke:

"This ring is imbued with a third-circle healing spell, [Hand of the Sun]. This is a unique spell of the world of Eldra, which can provide you with seven bursts of healing."

"The process is extremely rapid, but it is accompanied by excruciating pain, like being branded with a red-hot iron. However, the effect is immediate, stopping even the most severe bleeding instantly, and leaving almost no scars after healing. It cannot cure diseases, but it can treat all physical traumas in the most direct way."

"I think this should be helpful to you."

“It will.” The Wanderer Lan Shi held the ring, which still carried the warmth of Akalion, and suddenly stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Akalion’s neck, and planted a gentle kiss on his majestic and ferocious dragon face.

The frequencies between the two resonated to a new level at this moment, but the figure of the Wanderer Lan Shi also disappeared.

There's only one chapter of 4000 words today, but I'll definitely update twice tomorrow with 6000 words!

The typo has been corrected! Thank you for pointing it out, dear reader!

Volume 1: Snowfield Dragon Lord: Chapter 96. Eleanor and Artoria's Eldra Journey Ends

Regarding the path of psychic powers, Akalion recalled an old saying: "The master leads you through the door, but the cultivation depends on the individual."

Even though they are all 'Blue Heirs' and originate from the same soul, all Akalion can offer is the door to the path of psychic power and a map depicting the scenery beyond the door.

How far they can go on this path ultimately depends on their own awareness and aptitude.

Eleanor's abilities are terrifying.

Her soul, tempered by thousands of years of endless imprisonment and despair, possessed an unyielding will that transcended the realm of the mundane.

Almost the instant she entered the realm, her psionic energy immediately reached the sixth circle—her soul spark was burning fiercely in an unparalleled manner. According to the mage system standards of the Eldra world, she was not even one step away from the [Manifestation] realm, which symbolizes the seventh and eighth circles. She might reach that realm in the next breath.

If she were a native mage of Eldra, she would already be qualified to build an independent city by now, because a seventh-circle mage can maintain a portal. However, under normal circumstances, one must reach the eighth-circle mage level to begin building an independent city, unless the seventh-circle mage has a squadron of sixty psionic warriors by her side.

But for Eleanor, learning magic is unnecessary. The problem is that the Dark Souls world doesn't have the infinite magical energy of the Eldra world—even if it did, the spell models would need to be modified to fit the world version, which could mean starting from scratch.

This is really frustrating.

In contrast, Artoria's psionic energy is very stable, just like Akalion before he learned to use [Fairy Power], it remains steadily at the [Third Ring] level.

However, even at the same level, the difference in specifications remains an insurmountable chasm.

If we take the Energy Cone of a third-circle psionic spell as an example, the typical psionic spell is about eighteen meters in diameter.

Artoria's cone shape is over 20 meters, while Akalion's is over 600 meters.

The former can penetrate the city wall directly, while the latter can send an entire street into the sky.

However, Artoria's future remains bright.

"……Um?"

Akalion's gaze fell upon a nearly transparent, slightly undulating membrane. He watched as the graceful figure, concealed by the third-circle psionic spell Concealing Amorpha, stealthily approached him, and couldn't help but let out a sigh filled with helplessness.

“Eleanor, you know I can ‘see’ you, right?”

The effect of this psychic spell is to create a semi-solid membrane that lies between illusion and reality, thereby distorting the caster's image and perceived coordinates of their actual location, thus achieving complete concealment.

But it is not invisibility—even true invisibility cannot escape Akalion's extraordinary perception as a legendary dragon.

“Hey!” Akalion gently pressed Eleanor’s restless hand, which was trying to explore his dragon spear, against his greatsword-shaped dragon tail. “I told you I can see! Don’t try to play the role of someone who can see through you here.”

"I just wanted to give you a little massage because you've been working too hard."

Eleanor removed her superior concealment membrane, and dressed in the Emperor's New Clothes, she raised her head proudly to Akalion, displaying her magnificent, snow-white attire adorned with rubies.

"Put on some normal clothes, aren't you cold?"

Most areas within the Tower of Mystery maintain a constant temperature.

This classroom, specifically designed for psychic practice, is located outside most areas, where the temperature remains below zero year-round. According to the first owner of the Secret Tower, this allows psychic practitioners to maintain absolute calmness.

Akalion stepped forward and tucked the petite body, which was trembling slightly from the cold, under his arm, providing her with direct warmth through his own body heat.

Eleanor is not a humanoid red dragon like Artoria; she must have reached at least the pinnacle of the knightly class to be able to ignore heat and cold.

Although it can transform into human form, it has already been activated no less than ten times.

Once it starts again, even if Artoria is focused on learning psychic magic, it doesn't mean she won't notice what's happening here.

The next moment—'Ah, Akalion, why are you with Eleanor again? Aren't you taking me with you?' Akalion could hear Artoria saying this; his intuition always made her join the battle immediately.

Since Saintelia and the Wanderer Lan Shi left, during the short three days they stayed in this dark space, such ambiguous and joyful unexpected events had become commonplace.

Occasionally, Eleanor would secretly order the Mystic Tower to 'make a mistake,' allowing Isriel, who was reporting on his work, or Elrevan, who came to deliver food, to 'accidentally' stumble into this joyous ritual scene.

Then, she and Akalion would watch as the two poor elves, and Artoria, who said no but whose body was completely honest, looked incredibly cute and tense with a panicked expression.

“You have been in this world for three days. Eleanor has already mastered all the first-ring psionic spells, and some of the second, third, fourth, and fifth-ring psionic spells. If Eleanor had devoted herself to learning, she should now be proficient in all spells below the fourth ring.”

Akalion's eyes sharpened.

“…I didn’t want to either, but when I see you, I just—” Eleanor’s expression became somewhat aggrieved, and that uncontrollable longing from the depths of her soul caused a blush to rise uncontrollably on her normally cold face.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Akalion quickly interrupted her. He wasn’t entirely without responsibility in this matter, and if it continued, he was afraid—cough cough. He turned his gaze to the side to Artoria, who was wearing an elegant pure white elven dress and sitting upright like a model student.

"You are the same! Artoria! If you could be less of Eleanor's unnecessary willfulness, you would have already thoroughly engraved all the psionic spell models of the first and second rings into your soul by now."

"Gurgle!" Artoria's golden ahoge (antenna-like hair sticking up) stood on end like the mane of an offended lion, and mist seemed to slowly well up in her emerald eyes. "You...you could have refused me!"

“That’s impossible.” Akalion recalled the fierce battles of the past three days that had almost melted his soul. His dragon tail involuntarily rose high as he stared intently into Artoria’s eyes.

"You know I can't refuse you!"

"Th-that—" Artoria was the first to give in during this serious stare, and she tried to shift the blame, "...That was all because you couldn't resist Eleanor's temptation and made a mistake!"

“Except for the first five times when Eleanor took the initiative, you started them all the rest, my Artoria.” Akalion pointed out the facts without any mercy.

"..." Artoria's ahoge (cowlick) instantly wilted, and she raised her psionic spell textbook to cover her face, which was already as red as a ripe apple.

"So, shall we play another round?" Eleanor, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up. "I've calculated the time, and Artoria and I have enough time left."

“There are less than five minutes left.” Akalion’s will constructed a countdown timer made of psionic energy in mid-air. “The crossing of the Golden Realm cannot be extended through the initial crossing ritual.”

This is a rule that he and Ying had already personally verified.

"So, before you leave, hurry up and put on some decent clothes!"

"You've already ruined my clothes."

Eleanor glanced at the "Emperor's New Clothes" she was wearing and shook her head with an air of self-righteousness.

Those armors had already been completely torn apart in the previous battle. There was nothing she could do; the armor girl was also 'my' favorite. Therefore, now, apart from the barely covering cloth, she had no clothes left.