Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 228 - Before Departure
Wu Chen looked at his hands.

It was a key, and also a power. The moment he acquired it, he learned the dragon roar named after Duneville. And all he needed to do was unleash it to successfully summon the powerful Duneville from the Soul Tomb.

His enemies became his strength—unfortunately, not being a true dragonborn, he couldn't fully utilize this power. Knowing a dragon's name doesn't mean he can control it. His summoning of Dunevel on Earth resulted in a fight with it. And this dragon's roar, corresponding to the projected form, might not be effective against the real thing in Nirn.

Perhaps.

However, calling upon a dragon's name, besides summoning, also implies an invitation to battle—no, that's impossible. Dunevel in the world of Nirn has been faithfully fulfilling its contract within the Soul Tomb. And until he deals with the Dream Valerica, it's unlikely to respond to his call.

Regret.

Upon returning to Nirn, he was unable to use that dragon roar to summon Duneville, a powerful ally.

Oh well.

Wu Chen released his hand.

Even if the Dragon Shout is ineffective, the power runes that constitute it still serve their purpose. Curse, Never, Death. The addition of these three runes grants it more valuable parameters.

His necromancy talent surged forth like a tidal wave, and his stamina and endurance increased significantly once again with the activation of 'Never.' Beyond these two, the activation of 'Curse' also granted Wu Chen the ability and talent to bear curse power.

So……

Wu Chen let out a soft breath. His body felt a little relaxed.

His body, which had been rapidly expanding under the influence of illusion and divine power, instantly contracted and returned to its original state. His gaze then shifted, and soon found another important task he needed to attend to at the edge of the sky.

The Coffin Dragon King has not yet become a victim of Duneville's claws. So…

Right now, I need some warm-up exercises.

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The world was in an uproar.

The disaster, the battle that erupted from Sakurajima, and the two dragons that appeared out of nowhere easily stirred up all the patriots and ambitious people in the world.

Countless open and covert struggles were thus set on the agenda, and the years to come were destined to be filled with war. However, before that day of success arrived, everything returned to silence once again.

Because one person stood up.

And that person defeated these two powerful dragons.

His name and origins are known to the world's elite. But aside from these insiders, the general populace refers to the humanoid creature who makes little attempt to conceal himself as the "Grim Reaper." This is because after the dragon that shattered most of Sakurajima was suppressed, the individual known as the "Grim Reaper" engaged in a massive battle with the second pale dragon.

A battle, a chase.

Their battle began at the border of Sakurajima and, in an instant, spanned the entire Pacific Ocean. Countless storms, tsunamis, and even meteors raged across this vast sea. And shortly afterward, the two warring parties set foot on the American continent.

Two hours later, they broke through the Americas.

Three hours later, they crossed the ocean and landed on the European continent.

What followed was another ten hours of raging, frenzied battle. Rivers changed course, mountains collapsed. Countless people witnessed a colossal figure in black robes, wielding a scythe, clashing and battling a pale dragon in the sky. Finally, when all was quiet, the slain pale dragon fell to the ground in the barren Loess Plateau.

No one knows why 'Death' is fighting these two dragons. But everyone knows that this 'Death' has an endurance of over sixteen hours and destructive power far exceeding that of conventional nuclear weapons. His desires and purposes are therefore beyond anyone's comprehension, yet his very existence is enough to sound alarm bells for every nation. Countless long-dormant factories have been forced to start operating again as a result.

Countless important research projects have been launched as a result.

Armies were mobilized, and defenses were established. Countless worshippers of the 'Grim Reaper' and secret cults sprang up all over the world like mushrooms after rain—everyone realized at that moment that a vast and terrifying new era had begun.

They were eager to know what they should do next and how to do it.

And naturally, the target they expected to receive a response from did not immediately respond to them or demand any action from them.

after all……

"The rice noodle rolls from my hometown are definitely the best."

In a small, obscure city on the Eastern Continent, Wu Chen, dressed in casual clothes, sat in a breakfast shop, enjoying the fresh food on the table in front of him—chewy slices of rice noodles soaked in fragrant broth, accompanied by fried eggs and minced meat. As he swallowed this Cantonese-style noodle dish, a warm feeling flowed through his stomach.

He's sitting here.

He resurrected Hayakawa Shiori and dumped her in his rented apartment. He casually assigned her some cleaning and tidying tasks, assuming she would be able to handle them effectively.

After all, she was his own shrine maiden.

Furthermore, the residents near her apartment have been completely replaced, with young and capable faces filling all the key positions—she hasn't interfered with them, but they'll likely offer Hayakawa Shiori some assistance. And if no more otherworldly invaders descend upon this land in the short term, then in about a day or two, familiar faces will appear before her, asking if she needs help.

That person might be Commissioner Fang.

But it could also be a former neighbor, friend, or even a distant relative. Of course, we can't rule out...

His gaze swept across the crowd, and two faces, both familiar yet strange, came into view. They were indeed the two people on this planet who could effectively restrain him. And they were not subject to any restrictions, and even had dedicated protectors.

“This is not the time to meet.” Wu Chen looked at them and shook his head slightly. His form then changed under the power of teleportation, and in an instant, he was transferred from the breakfast shop to the top of an empty high-rise building.

They are safe now—they have been given new lives, freedom, and a future. And beyond that…

Wu Chen looked at his hands.

His hands trembled; he didn't know if it was excitement or shyness. But when he looked directly at his own fingers, the turbulent emotions surging in his chest subsided quietly. And once again, he told himself that he had more important things to do.

"My old obsession has been fulfilled."

"I have no more worries."

"So it's time for me to set off and face the challenges I can't escape and the consequences I have to bear."

The Elder Scrolls cannot be taken with him; once he returns to Mondath, the backlash will surge forth. The snowball effect he has created is destined to come at a tremendous price. But—

Wu Chen calculated the time.

There were only a few minutes left before he could set off.

(End of this chapter)