From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 316 The White King, the Dream Weaver Angelweid (Part 1)

At this very moment, in a certain city in an ancient country in the Asian region, a student at the bottom of a private high school...

The bright moonlight shone through the window into a double dormitory room. A dejected young man sat at his computer desk, intently playing a game called "StarCraft".

Suddenly, he seemed to freeze, his eyes blazing with crimson-gold light, like the scorching radiance of molten lava, emanating an indescribable pressure. Ferocity and rage flashed across his face, as if brewing a thunderbolt powerful enough to destroy the world.

The boy's eyes held rage, sometimes revealing ferocity, but deeper within them lay a trace of sorrow.

But then, under the influence of an inexplicable force, the light in the boy's eyes faded, his head slumped onto the table, and he fell into a deep sleep.

A boy suddenly appeared next to the dejected teenager.

The boy looked well-behaved and cute, dressed in a sharp black suit, white shirt and black tie. His hair was neatly combed, his eyes were bright and clear, and his cheeks were soft. He had a unique temperament that was a mixture of childishness and maturity.

"A new White King has been born?!"

The boy's face was filled with disbelief, his reddish-gold eyes wide as he stared intently at the bright full moon outside the window.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the layers of clouds and the vast distance of thousands of miles, finally landing on some unknown region. His expression was solemn, tinged with a hint of sadness, as if he were murmuring to himself, "But... why do I always feel like something's not quite right?"

The bloodlines of the Dragon Kings are connected by a spiritual bond.

Just now, he clearly sensed that the spiritual elements of the entire world were going berserk, as if they were cheering and celebrating the birth of the 'White King'!

The White Emperor of the Dragon Clan, who was ultimately suppressed by the Black King with cruel methods and has been dead for ten thousand years, has now announced his return to the world in such an abrupt manner.

The boy sensed that at the moment of the White King's birth, a tremendous and earth-shattering change erupted in the vast ocean of subconsciousness deep within the hearts of all living beings. Raging waves swept across the land, lightning flashed and thunder roared, just as described in the Book of Revelation, where fire rained down with stars!

"But who exactly has become the new White King?"

On the little boy's face, a deep worry, rarely seen on ordinary days, was revealed.

Japan, Mount Fuji, Tama River area.

At the bottom of that red well, a mountain range covered with snow-white mycelium seemed to tremble with the presence of a great being.

Suddenly, accompanied by a thunderous roar like spring thunder, the entire mountain collapsed. Shattered boulders fell like raindrops, and a magnificent, ferocious gray-white figure appeared, like a comet rising from the earth, dragging a thick gust of wind and air, reaching high into the sky.

The terrifying shockwave, visible to the naked eye, resembled a vast ocean with raging waves stirred up by a violent storm, sweeping across tens of kilometers.

In an instant, that creature broke the sound barrier!
Rumble——!
A thunderous sound rolled through the dark clouds.

Within the clouds thousands of meters above the ground, the grayish-white, magnificent, and ferocious creature finally revealed its true form under the moonlight.

Its skin-covered wings remained still, requiring no vibration. The surrounding clouds and air currents seemed to support its magnificent and mysterious figure, standing amidst the vast and ethereal sea of ​​clouds, like a sacred and pure cross, radiating an indescribable sense of mysterious beauty from within.

The mysterious patterns engraved on the surface of the scales penetrate deep into the flesh and blood, yet extend into the void, as if expounding an unfathomable 'truth'.

He is Herzog, the Dragon King!

He finally succeeded! He inherited everything from the White King—power, bloodline, even memories—but retained his own consciousness.

This is not the White King being resurrected, but rather Him replacing the White King and ascending the throne of the world.

From this moment on, He, Herzog the White King, will stand on the throne of heaven, which has been empty for ten thousand years, overlooking all living beings in the world!
Herzog was overjoyed as he felt the volcanic power surging within him.

With just a breath, it seemed that all the elements in the world were rising and falling like the tide, following His will.

Even the geographical structure of the entire Japanese archipelago naturally took shape in His mind. With just a thought, He could trigger earthquakes and volcanic eruptions, causing lava and tsunamis to engulf hundreds of millions of people and create immeasurable natural disasters, wielding ultimate power and strength!

Scenes never seen before were now presented to Him in a simple and unadorned way.

Red fire, blue water, black earth, white sky—these are all the flow of elements, violently moving between the sky and the earth. The chaotic elemental storms cause hurricanes and tsunamis, altering the atmosphere and the environment of every part of the world. This is the source of the dragon race's power: controlling the world by controlling the elements!
No. It's not just elements, there's another kind of power!
Herzog was astonished to discover that this newly formed body of the White King contained an even more terrifying power.

It was a boundless, deep, dark sea, where every drop of water was like a ray of light, representing a bit of consciousness, a mark. Here, the subconscious of all living beings gathered, and the sky that enveloped everything seemed to reflect the spiritual level of all things.

That's incredibly powerful!

Herzog felt his power, that he could easily manipulate the subconscious, and even use it as a basis to leverage even greater authority!
Hahahahahahahaha.

Herzog laughed wildly, like a conductor playing a symphony, waving his arms powerfully.

The volcanic cluster spewed out columns of scorching smoke from east to west, filled with crimson volcanic ash, like the red scales on a black dragon. The lava, like fiery meteors, streaked across the night sky and crashed down on the Japanese land, igniting human buildings and turning them into a horrific hell.

Next comes a new era, where dragons will rise again and grovel before His throne!
Herzog laughed wildly, dancing wildly in the clouds, unleashing its power with abandon. Each flap of its wings seemed to unleash lightning in the atmosphere, bringing down thousands of thunderbolts symbolizing destruction. Gale and rain swirled around it, and all things trembled in celebration that a new White King was born into the world!
His pale golden vertical pupils gazed at the distant sea!
Sharp dragon claws slashed through the void, stirring the elements between heaven and earth. A black tidal wave formed at the edge of the horizon, whipping up a tsunami tens of meters high that surged toward Tokyo!

His unrestrained roar shook the clouds!
The sonic waves, almost tangible, tore apart the clouds in the sky, followed by millions of bolts of lightning, surging like a dense ocean, and unleashing the wrath of the gods as if destroying the world!

He raised his arm high, his steel-like muscles appearing and disappearing beneath the dragon scales!

The divine power, enough to tear the sky apart, actually shattered the void, making it appear as if it were a mirror, with signs of breaking apart inch by inch!

His will governs the elements of earth, fire, water, and wind!

In an instant, Mount Fuji trembled violently, erupting with a devastating burst of magma. A plume of smoke shot into the sky, reaching a thousand meters high, and released a large amount of volcanic ash. Like a meteorite, it trailed a fiery tail and fell into every corner of the city through the night sky!
"World, submit to my feet!"

Herzog tirelessly flaunted His power and strength, displaying the majesty and dignity of the White King to the world.

Just as His emotions reached their peak, the whole world suddenly stopped.

As if a pause button had been pressed, the raging winds, the thunderous roars, and even the flowing elements all came to a standstill.

This bizarre scene left Herzog stunned.

Strange, why do I have this ominous feeling?

An extremely strange sense of incongruity lingered deep within Herzog's heart. With his pale golden vertical pupils, he stared in shock and anger at everything around him that had come to a standstill, venting the White King's rage to the fullest. However, the elements flowing between heaven and earth seemed to have completely broken free of control.

That supreme power, flowing in the White King's blood, seemed to be being gradually drawn out of his body, along with authority and power!
(End of this chapter)