Chapter 34: Life & Death Part 1

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Both the Black and White Wolves stood stunned. They simply couldn't comprehend what was happening before their eyes. The violet aura surrounding the small boy was so dense it was visible to the naked eye and exerted tremendous pressure on them.

The two adults were trembling before a small child.

But that moment of disbelief was fleeting. Belien quickly summoned his M-Collos and took a combat stance, instinctively recognizing the immense threat posed by the entity before him.

[<Belien>: Artes, prepare yourself. We will attack 'it' together.]

[<Artes>: Roger.]

A predatory smile appeared on the boy's face, making the men clad in 5-meter-tall pure Alchemical Metal tremble.

**What is a Dragon?**

In the Flow World, the Dragon Realm featured a vast array of dragons, ranging from small Draglizards to human-sized Dragonlings and even the colossal Elder Knight Dragons.

Marcdrak had reached the peak of this race and was classified as a Prime Dragon. In the Flow World, as beings grew stronger, their forms became more perfected—a natural law. The most perfect form, even among the Gods, was the humanoid one.

In the presence of a Prime Dragon, even the colossal Elder Knight Dragons had to bow their heads. The Adamantine Dragon, with the exalted authority of the Dragon Monarch, was above even that.

Typically, higher-tier dragons possessed the special ability known as (Draconic Transformation), allowing them to switch between their (Dragon Form) and (Human Form). This ability distinguished higher dragons from lower-tier ones.

However, there was an exception...

Prime Dragons did not use this ability; rather, they disdained it because they were far beyond that level.

(Draconic Sacred Beast)

This ability allowed a Prime Dragon to create and summon a separate Dragon body from pure Flow, whose power surpassed any (Dragon Form) and served as the Prime Dragon’s mount. With both present, the Prime Dragon's power was effectively doubled, as he could use the abilities of both forms simultaneously.

At the White Wolf's signal, both men charged at the small boy.

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Swish. Swish. Swish.

Countless claws descended on Vorst, but he dodged with extreme precision. His body was overflowing with power, yet he had to use it carefully. Though he had signed his death contract, he needed to defeat his opponents before his soul crumbled. He was in a volatile state—one wrong move, and he would perish. Anger flared in his eyes.

[Vorst: You want to target MY girls? You wish to kill MY girls? Unforgivable. (Ice Breath)]

He raised his hand.

A circular formation appeared above his head, different from runes, which were normally visible only to witches. This one was visible to the two Wolves. Violet light shone brightly, and from the magic formation, a semi-transparent silhouette of a dragon's head appeared.

He pointed his hand at the White M-Collos.

The dragon opened its mouth and released a freezing wave. Instantly, the room’s temperature plummeted by tens of degrees, but that was just a side effect. The White Fang Belien suffered the most. Despite his attempt to dodge, the attack hit the right half of his M-Collos, completely ruining it—frozen to the core. His mechanical left leg crumbled and broke away. Though frozen, he felt like the right side of his body was burning. A groan escaped his mouth as he struggled against the excruciating pain.

A second shot would have finished him off, but at that moment, the Black Wolf Artes attacked the boy. A smirk appeared on the Neo-Aris' face.

[Vorst: So you want to die first, huh? I shall entertain your wish. (Bite)]

Another circular magic formation appeared, causing the pilot of the black machine to pale. Thanks for reading on ManaNovel!

[Artes: Shit. No. Back off. Just die!]

A dragon head appeared once more, lunging toward the target. Its jaws crushed through the opponent's guard with ease. In one move, Artes' M-Collos lost its claws, left hand, and a large portion of its torso.

A two-meter black sword materialized in the small boy’s hands. The blade was much longer than his height, but Vorst wielded it effortlessly.

[Vorst: Invoke the (Omen of Destruction)]

He slashed at the black machine. Artes desperately tried to block, but the black blade sliced through everything like butter—weapon, hand, and metallic torso.

A surge of nano-photons indicated the foe’s death. Vorst turned his attention to the other opponent.

Belien was terrified.

What the hell was that? What was that thing?

It was time for the finishing move.

A demon-like aura surrounded the small boy, instilling irresistible fear in Belien. From an objective standpoint, it was a battle between a 5-meter-tall metal giant and a small child barely 1.5 meters tall. But for the damaged White M-Collos, it felt like encountering the Grim Reaper.

Suddenly.

Pain.

A sharp bolt of pain surged through the small child's body.

Cough.

Vorst coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Sensing the opportunity, the White Wolf hurriedly fled. He abandoned his M-Collos and escaped using his M-Armor.

[Vorst: Huuh. H. Cough... (Fire Ball) Cough...]

Another circle appeared, and a dragon's head released a fireball toward the fleeing White machine. But Marc’s aim was off due to his poor condition, and he only managed to wound his opponent.

Violet eyes stared at the place where his foe had disappeared. He closed his eyes, unable to sense its presence anymore. He could have chased to completely annihilate him, but that would forfeit all his remaining time, which was already short. He needed to accomplish something else. The small boy took several deep breaths to calm the raging powers threatening to end his life.

To be honest, a normal person receiving the sacred (Dragon Awakening) would immediately explode from the sheer amount of power. For the Adamantine Dragon to not only utilize that power but also live this long was a remarkable feat.

[--Vorst--: It's fine now.]

He sent a telepathic message to the three girls who were several kilometers away.

Mersa, a capable girl, had already broken free from the effects of the (Sleep) rune. Hearing his voice, the blue-haired girl released the restrictive barrier holding her back. Finally free, Mersa hurried over, with the other two arriving right behind her. Vorst’s aura had already reverted to normal, as had his eyes.

[Vorst: Mer-chan. Aria. Celina.]

[Nova: Vorst, are you alright?]

Mersa collapsed upon seeing the boy’s condition. She must have instinctively realized his state.

[Vorst: Aria, come. I have something for you. Though it’s regrettably still unfinished.]

He handed her a pad, seemingly ordinary but containing various Runic techniques, seals, and formations. Though he called it unfinished, the amount of magical knowledge within surpassed all previous records of witches combined.

Though Nova didn't know its contents, she held the pad tightly. She understood the significance, especially given the bloodstains on his sleeves and the trace of it on the corner of his mouth. The 19-year-old girl couldn’t hold back her tears any longer.

[--Lily--: Why don’t you show Celina a bit of affection? Don’t you feel bad for her?]

[--Calla--: Mhm, this is the last time. Just give her a reward; we’ll share her burden too.]

[--Marc--: Huh...]

[--Calla--: At this point, a bit more damage won’t matter.]

[--Marc--: ... *sigh* Very well.]

He didn’t want to hurt them further, but since they had explicitly asked...

[Vorst: Celina.]

[Celina: V-vorst-chan...]

[Vorst: This is a gift.]

He patted her head and allowed a link to be formed.

Celina could only offer part of herself—her mind. Even with just that, she experienced a sub-transformation. Sub-transformations are rare occurrences that don’t just happen on a whim. The tiger girl's eyes were filled with tears; she didn’t care about the change in her fur color.

Red tigers were a BHigh sub-race...

With that, he moved to the final part.

He walked slowly but steadily toward the White Wolf Princess. Her appearance was far from that of a 'princess'. She was now a simple, hopeless girl. Deep in despair, her eyes had lost their shine; the usual energetic demeanor was gone. At this moment, she was truly broken.

He set down the black blade and knelt to hug her.

Feeling his warmth, she stirred from her stupor.

[Mersa: Vor-chan. No. This can't be true...]

[Vorst: Shh. I’ll entrust that blade to Mer-chan.]

[Mersa: No, I don’t need any blade, so please...]

[Vorst: Shh..]

[Mersa: No...]

[Vorst: Mer-chan, I should have told you this sooner... I’m not the same Vorst...]

Mersa’s head, buried in his embrace, shook repeatedly.

[Mersa: I-I sort of knew. I-I don’t mind at all, so please don’t leave me...]

[Vorst: I... I’m sorry.]

[Mersa: No... No... Please... No... Please Vor-chan...]