Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 382 Waiting for the boxed lunch?
The sword has fallen.

The moment the sword fell, the figure that appeared was already clearly visible.

She was a mature and noble woman with wings and a pair of magnificent horns on her head. The power of a demon filled her entire body, and the aura of a dragon expanded accordingly.

That was Camilla, the only female dragon in this world. After searching through Ho Raja's memories, Wu Chen could confirm that she was the first otherworldly projection to appear in this world, and that she possessed dragon-like qualities!

She was the source. She had already appeared within Wu Chen's grasp. And the instant Alice's Heavenly Punishment Sword struck, Wu Chen, through Ho Raga's magic and his own power, successfully crushed her.

A familiar announcement suddenly rang out.

The words of 'friend' swelled within Wu Chen's senses. He finally heard the voice he had longed to hear, and reaped a bountiful harvest!
—【Camilla the Projection has been defeated. 0 Resource Points and 0 Level 3 Purchase Vouchers have been obtained.】

—[Projection door closed, location anchored, world loss erased. 0 resource points acquired, 0 Level 4 purchase vouchers.]

The profit is zero.

But one constraint was broken.

The powerful magical artifacts that had fallen into Wu Chen's hands only because of his 'friend's' leniency were now freed. Both the Elder Scroll and the Staff of Magnus now belonged entirely to him.

Time stopped.

A dream of a foreign land unfolds before my eyes.

The friend clapped his hands gently and offered words of congratulations.

"Congratulations, congratulations. You have finally completed almost all of the transactions and gained the means to protect yourself. From this moment on, you will hardly encounter any fatal crisis in any world. Unless you actively oppose the creator of the powerful universe, or challenge those invincible targets in the void seas."

It said that its voice contained genuine joy.

"You are only one step away from fulfilling your initial promise. I look forward to seeing how you will take that step."

The initial agreement, the initial deal. The person who acquires this phone will, when no longer needing it, infuse it with all their life's knowledge and throw it as far as possible.

That's the final step.

There's no need to take the final step yet.

Wu Chen nodded, neither answering nor overjoyed, but simply gripping the Reaper's Scythe and seizing Magnus's Staff.

The power of the demon god was bestowed upon him. And when his form changed, expanded, and revealed the mutated form of Milmonir, he now possessed the power of a weak demon god.

A weak demon god, not a lesser demon god.

He has already surpassed Duneville, who was merged with the Soul Tomb, and is transforming into the level of the Lord of Plague, the Poison Dragon, and the Demon God Poit.

The next moment, a massive surge of willpower from a familiar place further strengthened him.

That's Earth.

His gaze fell upon the active Hayakawa Shiori. This original chosen one had held a grand festival for him, a spectacle spanning the entire planet and attracting worldwide attention. And among the prayers of nearly one hundred million believers, the final deficiency was filled and perfected by himself, the original and most devout believer.

Power, nature. He clearly felt the nascent god level deep within his soul growing. He had rapidly advanced from a burgeoning youth to a powerful stage that could be categorized as adulthood. Countless streams of willpower, while bringing risks and burdens, were also further purifying Wu Chen's soul.

The level of a young god may have already reached Lv5. Within the current framework, it may be difficult to advance further.

The young god of LvMax is no longer the naive god he once was. Even though he has not yet embarked on his destiny, his soul strength has finally reached the level of a true dragon or a low-level demon god.

Power and status were finally equal.

The Elder Scroll unfurled behind him, transforming into a radiant robe draped over his body. This still-living fragment of the world thus gained its proper use. And countless techniques, ideas, and inspirations collided and intertwined within the depths of Wu Chen's mind.

“I have become a Dragonborn,” Wu Chen said to himself. “As long as I can go back, I will be the last Dragonborn of Mondas.”

He looked at his friend, but his friend did not congratulate him a second time. The previous celebrations were a direct response to this moment; he, who could now be called a dragon, a demon god, naturally had something to rely on for protection.

"So, are you going back now?" your friend asked. "The door is wide open before you, and you now possess the power to fight independently. You are now capable of defeating Molagbal anywhere outside of Cold Harbor. And even if you unfortunately stumble into Cold Harbor the moment you return, you have the ability to escape that Annihilation Realm successfully until you reach a battlefield that is in your favor."

“It’s not time yet.” Wu Chen looked at it and shook his head. “There are still things to do.”

Time stood still on the outer side, and the Heavenly Punishment Sword was still in the stage of about to descend. Wu Chen merely raised an eyebrow slightly, and then compressed and condensed his current dragon form into a human shape without performing any physical transformation.

Humanoid, yet possessing the magnanimity of a dragon. And before leaving, he unleashed the blessing of death upon the earth.

The first chosen one had rendered meritorious service and deserved a reward. The next moment, under the watchful eyes of the entire Earth, the clouds in the sky suddenly parted. The colossal shadow formed from Wu Chen's eyes then cast its tangible gaze upon its priestess.

She let out a joyful shriek. Grayish-white wings of light sprouted from her back, and a dark silver halo materialized behind her head. It resembled both an angel's halo and a celestial halo of merit. This divine grace of ascension undoubtedly bestowed upon her immense capacity and power.

"The Lord of Death protects us; all glory belongs to His Majesty Wu Chen!"

The girl's voice resounded far and wide. Now and in the past, the entire world had to respect every word she spoke. Through her, thousands of synchronized ritual sites across the Earth simultaneously erupted in dazzling light. The instant the light swept across, the blind regained their sight, the paralyzed stretched their limbs, all headaches and fevers vanished, and even the elderly, the dying, and the healthy were restored to health in that instant.

Death's grace descended. The ruler of death delayed their moment of death.

The next moment, all the believers worshipped him even more devoutly. And the large crowd of onlookers who had been watching with curiosity also rushed to convert to Wu Chen's faith.

The tide of willpower surged once more, and the demon god's capacity was now sufficient to swallow even the unpurified willpower whole. The filthy and chaotic parts were extracted from his body before they could even contaminate him, and were all gathered into the dark, black scythe.

And so, time began to flow.

The slender sword of divine punishment shattered in vain upon striking Wu Chen.

The next moment, Wu Chen raised his scythe.

"Varied--?"

Only then did disbelief and astonishment appear in the goddess's eyes.

However, before she could fully express it, her head was severed by the giant scythe.

(End of this chapter)