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

"Hehe, anyway... you're still here, aren't you?" Ying nonchalantly raised one of her smooth, fair, and healthy legs, tilting her head back to look at Akalion, completely unconcerned about the exposed skin.

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"Then, I'll just hug you!" Ying's lips curled into a sly smile as she extended her slender index finger, a faint white halo swirling around its tip. "And don't forget, I can also use my own power to maintain my body temperature!"

"...But in your current state, instead of lying here, why don't you go and try out the comfort of the big bed in the bedroom?" Akalion stretched out the tip of its tail, covered with hard scales, and carefully probed into the flames of the fireplace, feeling the just-right warmth, and contentedly narrowed its dragon eyes.

“Then let’s go together!” Upon hearing this, Ying’s face immediately lit up with a look of surprise, as if to say, “Ah, you finally figured it out.” Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him.

"Haha!" A mischievous, almost human-like grin appeared on Akalion's dragon face. "The door leading to the bedroom is something I, with my size, could never squeeze through. The former master of the Mystic Tower probably never imagined that in the far, far future, a true dragon would become the new master of this tower."

“You can use the second-circle ‘Shrink’ spell!” Ying seemed to have a plan in mind for Akalion’s words, and she called out crisply, “Mystic Tower!”

"Yes, Master. The second-circle spell model 'Shrink' is ready and can be cast at any time." The Tower of Mystic Light's response was as efficient and accurate as ever.

"Cancel!" Akalion immediately issued a low, authorizing statement. "Spellcasting is prohibited!"

【Yes, Master. Please feel free to ask if you have any needs. I'm always here.】

Before Ying could make another request for the spell, Akalion immediately asked, "How long can the 'shrinking spell' last on me at most?"

[Under the condition that you do not actively resist the spell's effects, the 'Shrink' spell cast on you can only last for a maximum of thirty seconds at a time. I can only cast it again after thirty seconds.]

“Listen to this, the spell only lasts for thirty seconds.” Akalion looked down at Ying, who had instantly become dejected, with an almost arrogant air. “You don’t want to… perish because of some ridiculous way of dying, do you?”

"Hmph!" Ying turned her face away defiantly, but then, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she leaped up from the sofa, her body tracing a light arc in the air before landing in front of Akalion. "But... I'm about to disappear from this world!"

"Then take advantage of this last bit of time to quickly experience just how soft that bed is, and then be sure to tell me in detail!" Akalion's tone left no room for argument; he would never allow Ying to act recklessly in such an important matter!

"—" Ying glared at Akalion for a while, but in the end, she had no choice but to obediently walk towards the bedroom.

After all, given her current state, she couldn't force Akalion to do anything he didn't want to do.

On the other hand, upon arriving in the real world, with little 'determination' left, she was somewhat... no, to be precise, extremely afraid.

The overall style of the master bedroom is completely different from the solemn and elegant atmosphere of the outer hall. Instead, it is filled with an unexpectedly cute fairytale style. On the large and soft bed, among the fluffy blankets, and on the bookshelves and low tables in the corners of the room, there are many sheep dolls of different shapes, but all of them are adorable.

"It's...it's so soft...what kind of material is it made of?"

Ying had slept in soft, comfortable beds before, but this was the first time in her long and wonderful journeys around the world that she had experienced such extreme softness and comfort... as if it could subtly change with the ebb and flow of her emotions.

It perfectly supports every inch of the body's skin without sinking in too deeply, bringing an indescribable, wonderful feeling of being gently enveloped while sleeping.

[This is a magical artifact created by the previous owner of this tower. The specific structure and patent of this magic have been officially registered with the Central Royal Court of Eldra. Currently, the relevant patent remains confidential and cannot be viewed.]

The voice of the Mysterious Tower rang out at just the right moment, answering her question.

"The world is almost at its end, why bother with these trivial 'patents'?" Ying Cheng exclaimed lazily, sprawled on the soft bed, basking in the blissful comfort. She turned to Akalion, still standing in the living room doorway, and called out, "Akaleion, if you lay sideways, you could probably squeeze in! Come and try out how soft this bed is! Even without curling up, you can definitely lie down comfortably!"

“…Forget it.” Akalion gazed at the petite figure on the bed, gently shaking his massive dragon head. A subtle, complex emotion flickered in his deep gray dragon eyes. “Fire, just lying here is enough.”

"I have a feeling—"

"I'm going back soon, right?" Ying's face blossomed into a bright and warm smile, like the sun after a snowfall, without a trace of gloom. "Don't worry about that! Perhaps the seal placed on me by the Ruler of Heaven will soon... very soon disappear completely!"

"By then, I will definitely bring you lots and lots of delicious food!"

"..." Akalion could only gaze silently at Ying with his dragon eyes, filled with hope and reluctance. After a long while, he finally spoke in a low voice, "...There's no need...to be in such a hurry. Anyway, I...I can survive on dirt."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ying's figure, with its bright smile, vanished without warning, like morning mist blown away by the wind, before his eyes.

He was left all alone, a dragon, facing the empty and magnificent bedroom.

"..." Akalion felt as if his throat was blocked by an invisible block of ice, and he couldn't make a sound.

In those deep gray dragon eyes, the spot where Ying had just disappeared was clearly reflected, empty except for a faint, lingering scent of Ying's unique fragrance... Perhaps, he should grant Ying's request.

But it's too late to say anything now. Since we can still meet in the dark space, there's no need to be so sad. It's just that... he can't control the negative emotions that are like the Yellow River bursting its banks.

He remained silent for a moment, his massive body hesitating slightly as he slowly squeezed into the bedroom.

Just as Ying had said, he turned sideways and carefully folded his dragon wings and tail, managing not to completely destroy the seemingly flimsy door frame.

Then, mimicking Ying's earlier actions, he awkwardly coiled his heavy body, covered in hard scales, onto the bed, which was enormous for an elf but still felt somewhat cramped for him.

Indeed... just as Ying described, incredibly soft.

It wasn't just a feeling of sinking in; it was more like gently lying on an invisible, warm body of water, with every muscle and every bone in your body perfectly supported, yet without any suffocating feeling of drowning.

It was as if a gentle yet resilient force emanating from the depths of the bed was softly supporting him, soothing every trace of fatigue that had accumulated in his soul and body since his transmigration.

"call--"

Akalion let out a satisfied, long breath, the cold air exhaling from his nostrils and creating a small whirlwind in the fairytale-style room.

"...Let's just rest peacefully for a while."

If this body grows a little more uncontrollably after waking up... at worst, we can have the Secret Light Tower use the 'shrinking spell'. Besides, he hasn't eaten anything, so even if he grows, he won't grow much.

At this moment, he only wanted to indulge in this sudden sense of peace.

Driven by exhaustion of both body and soul, he fell into a deep sleep.

There were no magnificent and strange dreams, nor did I meet those two "me"s in the familiar dark void.

When he awoke, his body had grown slightly larger than he had anticipated, and his scales seemed to have become even more solid.

That way, you can't squeeze through the door vertically while lying sideways.

The only option left is to use a shrinking procedure.

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The hunger in his stomach wasn't intense at the moment, like a faint background noise—it was there, but not yet to the point where he would have to immediately return to the snowfield to eat the frozen soil and drive the dragon to despair.

Rather than passively waiting, he prefers to actively seek. Akalion—'Blue Heir'—has never been one to passively wait for fate to come.

Let's go and see what the so-called city lord's office is all about, and how they actually manage this city called Ansersheen.

——I am the dividing line——

The Lord's Chamber is located directly below the living area, which is the second floor counting down from the top of the tower.

The entire second-floor area seemed to fall under the jurisdiction of the city lord's office.

Its interior decoration style continues the consistent splendor and elegance of elven creations. The dome is painted with a magical sky map of flowing stars, and the walls are carved from a single piece of moonstone, radiating a soft and holy halo.

As soon as Akalion's dragon head peeked into the main hall, a scaled-down 3D projection of the city, constructed from pure light particles, silently and naturally appeared before him.

The light was dazzling and the details were crystal clear, as if the entire city of Ansersheen was truly being held up before his eyes.

The impatient voice of the Secret Light Tower immediately rang out.

[Master. Currently, the "Edivara Great Barrier" enveloping the city has resumed basic operations. It is expected that within thirty hours, the climate and temperature within the city will fully recover to the habitable state before the calamity.]

The city's defense system, logistics support system, and financial circulation system are all currently completely paralyzed. The core reason is the lack of sufficient intelligent life forms to operate and maintain them. Should we activate the "Edivara Resurrection Spell" to resurrect some of the souls slumbering here?

As the voice spoke, a large, glaring, deep red area, symbolizing functional stagnation, instantly appeared on the exquisite city model.

"?"

Upon hearing this, Akalion's massive dragon head jerked upwards, and he belatedly realized that in this D&D-like world, the so-called 'resurrection' was never some unattainable miracle.

The ninth-circle spell in this world—Perfect Resurrection—can even reverse all forms of death. As long as the soul of the deceased still has a sliver of desire to return to the world, it can be pulled back from the other side of the River Styx and reconstructed into a physical body.

"Then...then what are we waiting for! Quickly revive them!" Akalion's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Ying's sudden departure made his soul, which had just tasted a little warmth, somewhat...unable to bear this loneliness.

[As you command. Based on the current status of the Well of Souls, there are currently seventeen elves who meet the criteria for priority resurrection.]

Among them, three are highly skilled runesmiths, five are rangers skilled in tracking and archery, one is a loyal city guard captain, six are elite knights from the royal court, and the remaining two are local hereditary elven nobles.

"Wait!" Just before the resurrection ritual was about to begin, a starkly real question pierced Akalion's beautiful fantasy like a cold needle. "After they... are resurrected, will we have enough food?"

[...A major potential crisis has been detected... Confirmed: The city's ecosystem has not yet recovered, and the Mage Tower has completely lost its regular food supply.]

[It is recommended that the master quickly repair the energy core located on the third floor of the first-order tower. Once repaired, the spell center will be able to connect to the demiplane storing emergency food supplies.]

What?! Food supplies!

"How can I repair that so-called core!" Akalion asked urgently, his voice echoing in the empty main hall.

This is not only about the life and death of the elven inhabitants who are about to be revived, but also about the important matter of his 'dragon birth'—Akalyon Virminax Pantokrator Bluebrother!

Finally, he can stop eating dirt?!

According to the records within the tower, the ancient mines of the Ancient God's Tears Mountains, located to the southeast, contain a special energy crystal called "Holithes." This crystal is typically used as the energy core of large magical artifacts, perfectly capable of replacing damaged components of the first-order tower.

[However, please note that according to the last intelligence upload, the Ancient God's Tears Mountain Range has been occupied by a terrifyingly powerful pseudo-divine abomination, and its danger level has been assessed as: Extremely High!]

"..."

Akalion was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. He tried hard to recall his memories.

Indeed, before arriving here, he had looked down upon that dark, endless mountain range.

He clearly remembered that in the very center of the mountain range, there was a hideous and enormous gap, as smooth as if it had been cleaved open by a god with supreme power.

He had sped from that area, yet he felt absolutely no threat whatsoever that could be described as “deadly.”

"When...did you obtain this information?"

[November 11th, Year 27315 of the Cataclysmic Era.]

So that's how it is. Such a long time might be enough for the ocean to turn into mulberry fields, and enough for a terrifying false god-like monster, along with its remaining threat, to return to dust.

False divine offspring are different from divine offspring. They are not deformed offspring born from the combination of a deity and a non-deity or some abstract concept, and are not desired, loved, or even hated.

Rather, they are demigods who possess the potential to become gods, either ignited later in life or bestowed with a 'divine spark'.

Instead of choosing to weave their own divine kingdom through faith and law, they embarked on a darker and more direct shortcut—using the souls of all beings as bricks to pave a bloody path to their divine throne.

This has led to a situation where, basically, once a false god or evil being discovered, all sides—whether righteous, neutral, or evil—will unite to fight against it.

Even the gods will intervene when necessary. The actions of these false gods clearly violate the order established by the 'God Above Gods' of the multiverse—the power of gods originates from the faith of their followers, therefore they must respond to prayers and be accountable to their followers. There is no strict requirement on the number of followers, but the more followers there are, and the more devout their faith, the greater the power that gods can draw from their divine authority.

However, this does not mean that a god is weak if there are few believers. Some gods are born with enormous physical power.

In particular, the bloody path of the false god's offspring will make the divine spark and will very unstable before reaching the throne of the god, and usually will lead to self-destruction before lasting more than ten thousand years.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, unless faced with being forgotten by the world and their divine spark about to be extinguished, most demigods will choose to live well.

In any case, demigods are also eternal and immortal. It is because, strictly speaking, they are equivalent to level 0 true gods without divine authority that they still have to follow the order of gods above gods to find believers and maintain their "divine positions". However, because they do not have divine authority, they cannot gain believers through the behavior corresponding to the concept of "divine authority". They can only gain divine power through believers having to believe in them, until one day they will obtain divine authority.

However, this date... Could it be that the so-called false god's offspring is a demigod who fell into depravity because he was still alone on Singles' Day? Akalion's absurd and out-of-place human thought flashed through his dragon brain.

"This is ancient information from over twelve thousand years ago!" Akalion said in a deep voice, setting aside his distracting thoughts. "Moreover, I just flew through that area not long ago and didn't sense any deadly aura that could threaten my life!"

[Confirmed... The intelligence database has been corrected and updated based on your latest observation records, 'Master'.]

The average lifespan of a "false god" is between five and six thousand years.

The energy pollution released after their natural or unnatural death can persist for nearly ten thousand years.

[The current timeline is: February 3, 40001 of the Cataclysmic Era. Calculations suggest that its residual effects have significantly diminished and no longer pose a moderate to severe sustained threat to advanced intelligent life... Theoretically, it is now possible to resume exploration work on the Tears of God Mountains.]

[Furthermore, the ruins of the first branch tower of the Mystic Radiance Tower are located deep within the mine, connected to an underground world called the "Glimmering Region." Successfully activating this branch tower might grant access to necessary support from various races within the underground.]

“The Glimmering Region? It sounds… somewhat similar to the Underdark?” A thoughtful look flashed in Akalion’s dragon eyes. Why wasn’t it in his dragon heritage? Had there been no dragon priests or dragon gods in this underground world for so long?

The Tower does not contain an entry for the term "Underworld".

The "Gradient Region" refers to the devastating aftershocks of the great war that swept across the entire continent of Eldorion at the end of the First Era. These aftershocks caused parts of the continent's crust to collapse and sink into the endless darkness of the eternal depths.

[Afterwards, to atone for their mistakes, the gods, under the stern rebuke of the "God Above Gods," joined forces and used their divine power to restore the cycle of the sun and moon to this abandoned underworld.]

Within this region, the main inhabitants are humans, Nosin elves, and some halfling tribes who worship "Father" Anumun. According to the covenant, they were once our most steadfast and reliable allies.

So there were no dragons after all. No wonder.

"Father...Anumun?"

Akalion quickly searched through his vast dragon heritage for this god's name, which was both familiar and unfamiliar.

"...This is clearly an evil god! Even such a being...is an ally?"

Although, compared to other abyssal evil gods who revel in chaos, destruction, and the spread of plague and fear, the teachings and practices of 'Father' Anumun do appear more benevolent, even exhibiting a somewhat perplexing tendency toward neutrality and order.

However... that still cannot change its 'evil god' nature!