Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 204: Dragon from Another World
What you see is a projection. It's a conceptual structure built from information, replicating the external appearance and inner essence of the projected prototype. Yes, it's not something from another world that has crossed over; rather, it's the information from your world that has constructed a structure that conforms to that otherworldly information. From the beginning, the powerful beings you've seen have all been tangible local entities.

The 'friend' had explained this principle to Wu Chen a long time ago.

Wu Chen accepted and understood it very early on.

Whether it's Dunneville or the Spiral of Death, those powerful beings that appeared on Earth are actually native world projection units. But those that truly come from another world, from the very beginning, have only one kind.

That was me.

—Only me, only Wu Chen. Only I am the true visitor who has traversed two worlds. And in any of the worlds I have experienced that are projections, there is actually no real passage that allows for direct and obvious interaction between matter and even energy.

The door does not exist.

The dragon from the 'other world' does not exist.

All that exists is the projection, and the material of the projection originates from the world in which it appears. So... even if Morag Bal's plan truly succeeds, and it does indeed grant that projected dragon the identity of 'Milmenir,' as long as the principle behind the ritual it initiated remains unchanged, it will gain nothing.

Because this 'otherworldly dragon' was born from the world of Mondas from the very beginning, and was derived from the Orbis system. And the final result of Morag Bal's grand and meticulously crafted operation was probably just to resurrect the dead Milmonir within the body of that projected dragon.

Because it already has a local household registration.

Because it originally only had local household registration.

Since this is the truth, if we simply let things slide, then everything that the Demon God Morag Bal planned and promoted in Windhelm will ultimately be in vain.

This wasn't its fault—it wasn't a 'friend,' and it didn't know enough. It didn't know that the key to traversing the other world had always been solely Wu Chen from the beginning. And beyond that, no matter what attempts, explorations, or research were made, it was difficult to gain even the slightest bit of insight.

and so--

If I want to thwart Molag Barr's plot, to thwart his plans, to leave him empty-handed, then I'd better do nothing unnecessary.

—If I intend to preserve, or even save, the city of Windhelm, then I'd better not do anything unnecessary before Senior Hera reveals her hand.

If all I want is to protect myself, to acquire power, resources, and wealth to increase my chances of winning the final trial, which has sixty-two days to go, then until this event concludes, I should, like everyone else, refrain from doing anything unnecessary.

The steps stopped.

In an underground crossroads, a colossal creature let out a piercing, sharp roar—it was a gigantic domestic boar, its size and speed extraordinary, bursting forth from the shadows with overwhelming force. It opened its blood-red maw and lunged at Wu Chen, who immediately raised his finger and slashed downwards.

Power-Powered Flying Blade, Enhanced Version.

The invisible blade extended forward, wider than it had been designed to be. The invisible blade of energy then swept across the giant boar's body, and a long, narrow line of blood spread from the tip of the boar's snout backward, until the massive carcass was completely pierced through as it ran.

With a 'thud,' two huge pieces of pork fell to the ground, and the unexpected intruder was swiftly eliminated. Large swathes of bright red blood bounced to both sides, splashing out, but were stopped by an invisible force field before they could touch Wu Chen's clothes.

"Ok?"

Wu Chen frowned slightly.

His gaze sharpened slightly, and from deep within the severed pig's carcass, something was precisely pulled out by his telekinetic rope—a beautiful ribbon stained crimson with blood. Judging from its decorative style, it must have belonged to a little girl. And if the bloodstains were completely dried, the ribbon's original color would be a pristine white.

This ribbon shouldn't be here.

It wasn't because such exquisite ornaments, which could only be mass-produced and popular in the Nordic-style cities of Skyrim, were unusual to appear in this province. Rather, it was because this pig and this ribbon had already conjured up a subtle record in Wu Chen's mind: a game called 'Bloodborne'.

The content isn't important, the gameplay isn't important. What's important is that in that game, a little girl carries such a ribbon. And that little girl dies in the game from the mouth of a mutated white pig living in the sewers. And after the ribbon is retrieved, it can also send the little girl's older sister away.

It shouldn't be here.

Because this is a dream, and both the ribbon and the white pig seem somewhat out of place with their surroundings. Wu Chen's gaze swept over the ribbon and then examined the mutated pig.

It is not a projection of blood origin.

It is a truly local product.

Because the mutated structures within the pig's body were still within the realm of conventional knowledge in the world of Mondas. And after killing the pig, nothing known as the Blood Memories surged around Wu Chen.

—It's my fault.

Wu Chen immediately thought of the answer.

—When I saw this sewer, the image of the source of the blood subconsciously surfaced in my mind. My will rewrote part of the dream's structure, allowing what my subconscious desired to appear in this dream that didn't belong to me.

Of course, it's also possible that this was just a pure coincidence.

Wu Chen pursed his lips.

A miniature Wrecking Ball appeared out of thin air and then fell. Accompanied by a small burst of chaos, the pig's remains vanished in the impact of this force.

He continued walking forward.

Ahead appeared some familiar yet ambiguous creatures. They resembled sewer crawlers from Resident Evil, or ghosts from the Nioh swamp. However, they were merely local specialties in name only, easily wiped out with a few simple spells.

The finish line is just around the corner.

The whispers of spiritual energy opened once more, and the outline of the dragon gradually appeared in Wu Chen's eyes—and when he activated his illusory spirit to pass through the final barrier without encountering any guards, the dragon's form finally appeared before Wu Chen's eyes.

That was indeed a dragon from outside the world of The Elder Scrolls—huge and ferocious. Its wingspan was about thirty meters, and its silver scales were riddled with cracks and gaps, from which deep red blood dripped continuously.

Within its body, there was a strange flow of magical energy. And that magical energy reaction was much sparser than expected.

Dragon.

Dragons from the world of A Song of Ice and Fire.

It was weaker than Wu Chen had anticipated. Its appearance was also unlike anything Wu Chen remembered—and when Wu Chen's toes touched the ground, it awoke from its slumber and began to move.

There are no guardians, no obstructors.

This crucial element of the ritual was thus directly exposed to Wu Chen's eyes.

The dragon slowly opened its eyes; one side was blood red, while the other side appeared to have been pierced by a giant arrow, leaving no eye.

(End of this chapter)