Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 203 - Worthless, Meaningless, Useless, and Incompetent
She disappeared.

She wasn't lying.

Because her activities have remained confined to the sealed dream realm of Ramaya, it can be confirmed that she has not yet been born.

Let's just assume it's true.

But what's the point, what's the value?

Wu Chen stepped forward along the path she had given him, easily and silently leaving the old mansion of the Shattered Shield family—the path he had taken was underground, which was undoubtedly the underground drainage system of the vast fantasy city of Windhelm.

Dark and deep. Accompanied by the gurgling of the drainage system and many strange noises from the depths of darkness, what came into view was a complex and dangerous underground labyrinth, which was slightly different from the Windhelm he had seen in 4E201.

The maze has a solution, and the otherworldly dragon lies at the end of that solution. Following the route given by Leme, the final journey should take about twenty minutes.

Twenty minutes in the deep dream, two or three seconds in reality. There's still room for redemption, and Wu Chen knows what he should do.

He knows how to do it—but the key is what he wants to do.

If his goal was simply to thwart Morag Bal's plot and thwart the Demon God's scheme, then all he needed to do was, within those twenty minutes—or a little longer—break into the seal of the otherworldly dragon, find it, kill it, and immediately find an opportunity to enter his dream and buy the dragon's body. Whatever Morag Bal's hidden plans might be, once he threw the dragon into his dream, everything would be over.

Just like he did in the world of the Undead King.

Just like what I did to the deceased Xizi.

Come to think of it, I handed over Xizi's automaton to Hera a long time ago. I wonder when this seemingly amazing, and perhaps actually quite amazing, senior will begin her research on that automaton.

—Hera, my senior.

Thoughts shifted, and steps were taken forward. The source theory that had been briefly forgotten deep within his mind was faintly stirring again, demonstrating its presence. The closer he got to the sealed dragon, the more resources welled up from the depths of his mind.

The Necromancer's Amulet is now in his hands. And the dragon that Mil entrusted him to find will soon be seen. All his objectives for this journey should be nearly achieved the moment he sees the dragon. And he will gain power as a result.

But Mil will die.

Mill is dead.

The assassin, whose name was unknown and who bore the code name Z, had already killed her. But only an identity had died; the dragon Milmenir would not be harmed. However, if she had truly completed her mission, conveying information to Milmenir through the dragon scales on the back of her hand, then this capricious but also helpful ancient dragon would inevitably perish under the power of the demon god.

After all, Molag Barr needs her.

Based on this logic, my final journey should go more smoothly than I expected.

Maybe.

A subtle commotion arose from the shadows not far away. Accompanied by a few low growls, several giant hounds shrouded in thick black mist were frozen in mid-air—these were hellhounds, the vampires' pets. It was only natural that vampires would roam the underworld of Windhelm, and in the original history, they would not have been considered dangerous targets and eliminated beforehand.

Vampires who need to hide in the sewers don't possess much power. Even in their most destitute state, these dark nobles still have enough influence and power to allow them to live a low-key yet luxurious life.

"You couldn't have gotten lost at such a bad time!"

"Meat, fresh meat!"

Several hellhounds were crushed into powder by the power of the mind. Several low-level vampires, draped in tattered robes and their auras chaotic, clearly driven to madness, lunged at Wu Chen from the darkness. Wu Chen raised his hand, initially intending to throw lightning or frost forward, but after a moment's hesitation, he ultimately decided on a crimson blood-sucking orb.

Blood Explosion.

Even as a mortal, he could still use it with ease. The vampires screamed and melted away amidst the exploding blood light, their inner essence returning to Wu Chen's palm as the blood explosion dissipated. A tiny bit of power enhancement, its magnitude barely noticeable.

He stepped over the few remaining bone fragments from the blood explosion and continued towards his original goal.

A minor incident; victory was easily achieved. However, such a victory…

—Is it also in Hera's hands?

Wu Chen thought.

Wu Chen's mind was filled with her image—from the first time he saw Hera Morley, she had always been seen as unfathomable and confident. Even though she had actively refused to know the secrets about Alduin, this subtle sense of superiority had not disappeared from Wu Chen's heart.

He always felt that, apart from the secrets he kept deepest, everything was within Hera's plan.

He always felt that even though the situation was so corrupt and chaotic, everything was still under Hera Morley's control.

She must still have a trump card up her sleeve.

She can certainly turn the tide of everything that has happened and is about to happen in an instant, and she can make that power work at any time.

Even though Windhelm City was already awash in blood, even though the Demon God was about to descend—Wu Chen always felt that she, who was only at the pinnacle of high-level wizards and could not yet be called invincible, possessed the means and plans to bring everything to a perfect end. Even though he had no evidence to prove this conjecture whatsoever.

There was no evidence, no reason. But he was certain she could succeed. And because of this, even though the Wind Helmet was now in a state of imminent collapse, Wu Chen felt no sense of reality whatsoever.

It seems there's nothing he needs to protect.

It seemed there was nothing he needed to save.

On the contrary, reckless actions could push the external situation in an unpredictable direction. Therefore, if one continues to live by the principles of the past, the most important decision one should make now is to avoid taking any unnecessary actions.

and so……

What should I do? How should I do it?
Keep going.

Thin wisps of mist began to rise from the darkness. The mist quickly thickened, and evil spirits lurked within, growling at the uninvited visitors.

Those were monsters, mutated creatures.

There are skeletons that naturally arise from piles of corpses, and large underground worms that appear from the decay of large amounts of organic matter. Of course, there are also desperate outlaws with blood on their hands. Beastmen, assassins, and half-baked evil wizards—you name it, they've got it.

Some of them caused Wu Chen a little trouble, delaying him for a second or two.

But Wu Chen quickly quickened his pace and made up for the lost time on other sections of the road.

There was plenty of time—more than expected. Wu Chen kept wondering how everything in Windhelm City would have functioned if he hadn't fallen into the deep dream, or even visited this sealed place.

Will Morag Bal's plan succeed?

Will that dragon from another world really become a native dragon of Mondas?
But can this conflicted demon god truly open and possess the portal to this other world?

Wu Chen didn't know the exact answer, because he couldn't predict the future. However, even so, when he learned about Morag Bal's plan from Leme, his interest and fighting spirit had already faded.

Because he knew a secret, knew a fact. He knew the information that his 'friend' had passed on to him long ago. That was—

From the very beginning, there was no such thing as a 'otherworldly' dragon!
(End of this chapter)