Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 290 - Something Should Be Accomplished
This is what is meant by a snowball effect.

Once a crucial juncture is reached, every step afterward becomes a smooth, leapfrog path. Even though Wu Chen hasn't yet recovered most of his lost items, his current energy level is already equivalent to what it was before he left Mondas and completed his 'Wu Chen's Transformation'.

What has been lost has not yet been recovered.

What we already have, we will have even more to come.

When Wu Chen returned to his bedroom, he could still clearly sense that his soul was constantly growing stronger as it was cleansed by the power of his will. He then sat down and stretched out his hand.

“Wrecking Ball,” he said.

Ice, fire, and lightning—the three elements—converged at his will, forming a stable, jet-black sphere. This was the highest-level magic he had learned from Hera in the past, and his studies ended here.

but now……

"wind."

The wind seeped into the small sphere. This mass of elements, bound together by the runic structure, began to tremble incessantly. This action was not much different from pouring cold water into boiling oil. However, the massive explosion that should have occurred was firmly suppressed in Wu Chen's palm.

He had mastered the spell; he had learned and understood its entire runic structure. The inherent flaws and the unique advantages built upon them were crystal clear to him. He then dissected the complex, infusing his own power into the Destruction Sphere.

It took a long time.

Several hours passed in a long while.

As the sphere stabilized once more, Wu Chen's wind merged into the small, black ball. This sphere would then possess the characteristics of the wind he controlled: more agile, more powerful, and more all-pervasive.

He waved towards the window.

The ball floated away, merging into the warm breeze, drifting along the rising air currents until it touched the sky. And then, a particularly loud rumble of thunder resounded.

"BOOM!!!!"

The sky outside the window brightened for a moment, and then a torrential downpour began. People harvesting rice cried out and dodged, some running back, others speeding up their harvest. Still others pointed at the sudden, sharp rain and cheered wildly.

"The seven gods have blessed this land; the seven gods have bestowed their grace upon us, giving us water and soil!"

The rice paddies are soil, rich and bountiful under divine power. But no one knows if this fertile land, bestowed by the gods, will only yield a harvest this once. Yet, after the intense downpour, expressions of joy appeared on many faces.

It's not only Easterners who are obsessed with farming. All feudal powers clearly understand the value of farming. The already abundant tide of willpower thus ushered in another small peak. And it couldn't wait to push Wu Chen's magic power to continue to increase.

"But I am not God."

The principles that pointed to him were rejected by him. He manipulated them to make a slight turn, and then transferred them all to Melusin's body.

He was not a god; he did not need divine protection. He sensed Melusin's joy and happiness from the other side of the contract, while the shimmering white dragon that belonged to him was now roaming the entire riverine land.

All of Westeros will know about this dragon, all of Westeros will know about Wu Chen's actions on this land. They will naturally take various actions to respond. But their actions and expectations are no longer within Wu Chen's consideration.

Their fear, apprehension, confusion, and unease had absolutely nothing to do with Wu Chen. And whatever actions they took, Wu Chen was no longer bothered to respond.

Because at this moment, Wu Chen only needs to focus on a few things.

"The Wall in dire straits is still burning."

The barrier remained intact, and the solid walls stood firm. He still had ample time to move freely.

So……

"What is Hera doing now?" he wondered—but he immediately stopped thinking about it. He no longer needed to follow in Hera's footsteps or pick up her work. Rather than wasting time on such irrelevant speculation, he would rather try to advance further in his own academic field.

For example...

Wu Chen's Wrecking Ball appeared in his palm once more. He knew he had indeed made a breakthrough, but he also knew that incorporating new elements still fell within Hera's conceptual framework. So… “Perhaps I can try incorporating Blood Explosion into Wrecking Ball as well. And…”

He thought for a moment, then the hand supporting the Wrecking Ball instantly transformed back into silvery lava. The shapeshifting and the Wrecking Ball had achieved a dual function, but clearly, this could be taken even further.

"Could I incorporate the properties of the Wrecking Ball into my shapeshifting abilities?"

The thought, once it arose, uncontrollably filled Wu Chen's entire mind. Adding to the Destruction system was ultimately just a minor, mending-like effort. And why couldn't this Transformation power, originating from the Heavenly Magic of the Kingdom, be harmonized and recreated with the Destruction techniques he possessed?
He thought, he couldn't wait.

Because he was absolutely certain that this was a path that no one at Mondas had ever walked before. And...

—I still prefer fighting for faith.

My thoughts turned.

He managed to restrain his impulse on the eve of his attempt.

We can't be here.

You cannot study magic here.

While the previous weathering destruction ball was indeed powerful, he was already over 90% confident in its effectiveness. But this time, it was a completely uncharted territory to explore.

Breathe, adjust, and focus your mind.

Several orders were issued by Wu Chen, guiding Jeanne d'Arc and Meloscin on how to maintain order in the situation. The specific details would be left to them to manage. He only needed to ensure that the overall direction wouldn't deviate too significantly.

The darkness remains a problem. And he has yet to observe the Red God's actions. He doesn't know whether the deity dwelling on Essos is confident or has other plans. Perhaps the inhabitants of Westeros will have to fight alone against the dark creatures from north of the Wall.

"I hope you can hold out." Wu Chen rose, glancing at the pure white castle beneath his feet, covered in the Holy Abode spell—he had heard that Joan of Arc had transformed Harrenhal into the City of Miracles, and he saw everyone within its walls brimming with energy, their eyes filled with the light of effort, their hearts burning with the fire of protection. And after Joan of Arc distributed the fertile lands outside the City of Miracles to her followers on his behalf, he sensed in them the most resolute fighting spirit, a willingness to swear allegiance to the death for the glory of the Seven Gods.

They would soon become the most elite troops, and under Joan of Arc's leadership, they were able to fight battles with a favorable exchange ratio even against seasoned knights. Their hearts were filled with gratitude, and they would never give up the fight, no matter what difficulties they faced.

They might actually be able to hold on—if they accept just a little more help. And…

A thought suddenly popped into Wu Chen's mind.

He suddenly remembered what had happened not long ago, the scene he had witnessed inside Caster Fortress. Back then, he had, just as he was today, bestowed kindness upon the local people without any apparent reason, and was willing to fight and sacrifice for them. And at that time…

Perhaps, when I initially decided to help them, to fight for them, what filled their hearts was actually a surge of fervor, gratitude, and a deep sense of gratitude, not what I perceived as… 'Why should a stranger help us like this for no reason?'

Does helping others really need a reason?

How could there be no merit in the stories of "chivalry" and "fighting for justice" that I heard about in my childhood?
as well as……

—So, I care more about 'good people being rewarded' than about being a good person?

—Or perhaps…

He shook his head. There was no point in dwelling on the past now. The truth of yesteryear no longer needed futile exploration. In the end, all karmic connections would come to an end anyway.

He already knew how to get his phone back.

He already knew what he needed to fight against and what he needed to defeat.

And now...

Spacetime travel.

He was now inside the cavern that had hatched Melusin. Then, the black Destruction Sphere merged into his hand, which had transformed into silvery lava.

(End of this chapter)