Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 279 Doing What I Want

Wu Chen left Winterfell.

As he stepped out of the fortified camp, he saw new armies gathering there in response to Stark's call.

With high morale and a shared sense of righteous indignation, their fighting prowess will be greatly enhanced under Jon's leadership and protection. Even in the old timeline, where the Northern forces are far weaker than they are now, Robb Stark's Northern soldiers will be able to easily achieve victory after victory on the battlefield.

They are about to head south.

They will surely win.

The North has the advantage in timing, location, and popular support. The only question is whether the burning Wall can hold up as the North unites the various forces in Westeros.

So I set off.

Wu Chen turned around and looked up at the top of Winterfell—unsurprisingly, he saw a distant figure. Jon Snow, who had taken a break from his busy schedule, was looking worriedly towards the northern part of the land.

Power is not without its price.

For Wu Chen, the price he had to pay was knowing part of the truth of fate—as he grew stronger, it also meant he had become a uniquely tall man. And the sky above his head was truly about to collapse.

So Wu Chen turned around.

He stopped looking at him and continued walking south. Casually extending his hand, a spirit summoning based on Stark family magic successfully activated before him.

A soul was summoned—the soul of a warhorse, which had been wandering the surrounding fields. Now, it coalesced into a physical spirit before Wu Chen, its body enveloped in black horse tack.

A ghostly warhorse, but without exposed bones. When Wu Chen touched it, it snorted as if it were alive, and a warm breath escaped from its nostrils.

A fine horse.

Wu Chen then flipped himself up.

He took a light breath, and the robe he was wearing turned black. The Dragon Fang Sword he had found was also subtly enveloped in a light ink color.

“I look like a death knight.”

Wu Chen muttered to himself as he put on the hood of his robe, which was usually useless. Then, he gently pulled on the reins of his warhorse.

The horses started running.

The wind flowed past me.

He felt he might also need to prepare a set of black armor to wear, preferably with rust marks, as if it had been soaked and scorched by thick smoke.

He thought he knew he could have it anytime—he just needed to find any army that had been called to Winterfell, and then he could easily find what he wanted in their supply wagons. But in the end, he decided that he should do it all himself.

Hera was right; he was indeed a bit of a germaphobe. He didn't like using things that didn't belong to him, unless they were spoils he had acquired during a previous adventure.

But this obsession with cleanliness doesn't seem to have any downsides.

—At least I don't think so.

he thinks.

He galloped away, and once he was far enough away from Winterfell that he was free from the cognitive interference that people on the roadside could see him, and most of them frowned when they saw the speed at which he was going.

Run, keep running forward.

Don't worry too much, don't overthink, don't try to assign meaning to every action you take. And in this flowing, no, raging howling wind, he let his mind and body act as they pleased.

Don't feel restricted.

Don't seek out constraints either.

After getting away from Hera Morley, Wu Chen suddenly felt a sense of relief for no apparent reason. His senior, who was superior to him in everything, had indeed put a lot of pressure on him. However, this pressure could only be clearly felt in his mind and body after he was away from her. —Ultimately, I want to be better than her.

This is a natural thought.

After all, Wu Chen possessed extraordinary encounters at multiple levels, so he should have had the pride to ultimately triumph over everything. However, this pride was repeatedly suppressed after he met Hera Mori.

I learned almost all my magic from her.

The secrets she knew were of little use to her.

In terms of magnanimity and breadth of mind, none could surpass her, who could always remain detached from worldly affairs.

In the end, even though she actually hitched a ride on her own serendipitous encounter, the miracle of traversing the world still happened to her.

She is better than him in every way.

What he struggled to achieve, she could easily match.

He could certainly admit that there will always be some truly exceptional geniuses in this world who can do everything far better than ordinary people.

but……

—I still want to beat you, Hera Morley.

Speak it out, don't just keep it to yourself. If you can't even speak up, how can you possibly grasp victory?
So--

The lungs are expanding.

Those whose vocal cords vibrate at high frequencies express their inner convictions through spoken words.

"I want to beat you, senior!"

The will thus became a declaration, echoing along the Kingsroad, which led directly to King's Landing, far from Winterfell. A passing caravan cast a puzzled glance at Wuchen and his horse, seemingly unable to understand why this man was making such a racket on the main road.

They said nothing, and the knights and cavalry swiftly passed each other. Only when they had left each other far behind did the sound of casual laughter drift from afar on the wind.

Wu Chen did not feel embarrassed.

Not only did he not feel it, he even felt his body and soul singing more joyfully than ever before. A sense of pleasure, like the shackles fading away, flowed around him like a gentle breeze.

An idea surfaced in his mind, eager to tell him some good news. However, he had no desire to respond; instead, he loudly rebuked this declaration from the depths of his heart.

"Shut up!" I shouted this not to prove anything or to achieve anything. I did it without any purpose!
He yelled at himself.

Yet the true nature of the message still flowed before his eyes—the wind that swept across his body with the galloping warhorse seemed exceptionally gentle at this moment. It even seemed to sing in his ear like a flock of lively birds.

Elemental Mastery - Wind, complete.

Now, he can manipulate the wind around him at will and shape it into the form he desires.

This is truly remarkable news.

Such news is worth sharing with others.

A cracking sound came from afar. As the warhorse slowed down, Wu Chen saw a broken tree on the road ahead, and a large group of armed men blocking the area around the broken tree.

A group of robbers.

They didn't provoke the horse caravan, but they had designs on the lone traveler. The leader among them had already begun shouting in protest.

...That's perfect.

(End of this chapter)