Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 165 - : ABYSSAL DRAGON BLOODLINE

Greg woke up, finding himself lying on his bed in real life.

"Oh, you finally woke up, brother. You had us all worried," Annabelle said, concern etched on her face.

"Anne, what happened? Why am I lying on the bed?" Greg asked.

"I expect an explanation from you, brother. What happened? Lilith said your capsule was giving off emergency warnings," Annabelle pressed, clearly worried.

"Oh... I did something stupid," Greg admitted, sitting upright.

"So you saw Mum and Dad, huh?" Annabelle asked softly, a trace of longing in her voice—part of her wishing she could spend time with their parents too.

"Yeah, I did," Greg muttered, still wishing he'd had more time with them. As he reminisced about their conversation, his mind drifted to their final words concerning his birth.

"Annabelle, do you know anything odd about my birth?" he asked, not wanting to unravel the mystery alone.

"Your birth? In what sense?" Annabelle asked, confused by the sudden question.

"I don't know. Dad said something about telling me the truth about my birth... but he disappeared before he could explain," Greg said, the confusion and curiosity gnawing at him.

They both racked their brains, trying to recall any strange memories or comments from their parents—but nothing came to mind.

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"I guess I'll have to investigate that myself," Greg muttered, closing his eyes and lying back down, still feeling tired and fatigued.

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"You're up… again," Jessica said sweetly as she walked into the room.

"Jess, how long have I been asleep?" Greg asked, feeling revitalized.

"Well, ignoring the few minutes you spent talking to Annabelle… that would be five days," Jessica replied.

"Five days? That's a lot," Greg muttered, getting out of bed.

"Yeah, for someone who almost died," Jessica said with a dramatic roll of her eyes as she supported him. "Where are you going?"

"I'm fine. I can stand on my own, Jess—no need to worry," Greg said, standing upright without assistance.

"Greg… your eyes," Jessica said softly.

"What about them?" Greg asked, a frown forming on his face.

"Your irises… one is blue, the other red."

Surprised, Greg walked over to a mirror and confirmed she was right.

"Your hair, too. It's longer than usual—no, it's really long," she continued, observing him closely. "And did you grow taller? What exactly happened to you?"

Greg closed his eyes and then opened them again. His eyes returned to normal.

"Great. Back to normal… well, except your hair and height. But I must confess, the current you does look good," Jessica added with a smile.

"Thanks," Greg replied, accepting the compliment before leaning in to kiss her.

"Get dressed. The others were worried sick. I believe you owe them some explanations too," Jessica said as she left him to tidy up.

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"So… you deactivated your talent and were almost consumed by the Sin of Wrath bloodline?" Aaron asked, having finally heard the full story along with the others.

"Yeah," Greg replied lazily, finding Aaron's question unnecessary—he'd already made that clear.

"To think you possess the original bloodline of the Sin of Wrath… you really know how to shatter expectations," Lilith said playfully, though beneath her teasing tone was a hint of admiration for Greg's ever-growing strength.

"That aside, Will—any news on Kate's location?" Greg asked, cutting through the light atmosphere.

"Not yet. They're extremely difficult to track. It's almost like they don't exist," Will George explained.

"Okay, just try harder," Greg encouraged, standing up.

"Where exactly are you going?" Annabelle asked.

"To my gaming capsule."

"Great. Going back to what almost killed you," Jessica said, unable to hide her worry.

"It's the only way I can grow stronger—and fast. Besides, if I want answers about what happened to me, logging in is my best shot," Greg explained as he walked toward his room.

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[Welcome back, player: Nemesis]

The system prompt appeared before Greg.

"Status window," Greg said softly, his voice tinged with curiosity and excitement.

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User: Nemesis

Job: ?????

Level: 80 (9,672,937 / 9,700,000 EXP)

Health: 140,000

Strength: 678 (+339)

Speed: 583 (+291)

Stamina: 749

Intelligence: 427

Constitution: 703

Divinity: 203

Free Attribute Points: 40

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Talent:

[EX Rank – God of Wealth]: You're the embodiment of wealth and disdain poverty.

Abilities:

Profiteer: You can never lose in a deal or bargain. Loots from monsters are doubled in quantity or price randomly. When making deals, selling products, or making exchanges, you get twice the agreed amount.

Discount: When purchasing anything, you get a 50% discount.

Wealth for Power: You gain experience from making profits or gaining coins, assets, or anything of value (except loots from beasts). You can also gain attribute points by spending money.

Haggling and Negotiating: You can easily convince others to sell anything to you at a favorable price.

[S Rank – Talent Share]: The user can share their talent with up to five individuals. Shared talents can be utilized by all parties involved.

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[CONCEPT – DEATH]: Awakened after being triggered by the Concept SWORD. It disdains every other concept and sits above all, baring only its fangs—for now.

Abilities:

Death Immunity: As an anomaly of the universe, the user transcends death. Upon dying, the user is reborn via transmigration, resurrection, reincarnation, or regression—depending solely on luck.

Death Awakening: Upon death, the user gains a random talent. The minimum rank for the talent is SSS.

Talent Replication: The user can utilize this talent in the real world before the game merges with reality. The user can replicate 100% of their abilities and skills in the real world, as a concept.

Devour: All who die lose their potential and abilities to DEATH. It devours the bloodlines and powers of every being it claims. The user gains the skills, bloodlines, and talents of everyone they kill and can grant or retrieve those powers at will.

Limitless Will: Your will is infinite under the Concept: DEATH. It grows passively and endlessly. Your manifested will can devour the will of any defeated foe.

[CONCEPT – ABSOLUTE RESOLUTION]:

All possibilities converge into a single final outcome—an unchangeable, inevitable conclusion.

[Attack Immunity]:

All attacks against you are rendered ineffective. You are immune to physical, mental, and astral attacks. The probability of being hit is null.

[Certainty]:

Your attacks will always connect. The chances of your opponents dodging or escaping are nonexistent.

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Bloodline:

[Primogenitor Bloodline: Abyssal Pyro-Tidal Dragon Bloodline]:

You are the first of your kind—a primogenitor bloodline that has never existed before. You possess a dragon lineage formed from the union of an ancient demon, a primordial fire dragon, and a primordial water dragon.

[Dragon Tongue]: You can bend reality with your voice. Your words activate the mana in the universe, reshaping the world to your will.

[Abyssal Fire Breath]: Release abyssal flames that devour everything in their path. These flames cannot be extinguished until they consume your life force entirely. Any part touched by these flames becomes irrelevant and permanently severed.

[Abyssal Tidal Wave]: Unleash abyssal waters—Nyx—that drown all living beings they sweep over, claiming their souls in the process.

[Summoning Creatures of the Deep]: You can summon ancient beings of the deep, long thought to exist only in myth. These monsters serve you but can only be summoned while within a body of water.

[Dragonification]: Transform partially or fully into your abyssal dragon form.

[Wrath]: The angrier you become, the stronger you grow.

[???? Bloodline: #&#&#-; Bloodline]:

The bloodline of the *'"&"-+@. This bloodline is currently dormant. Requirements to awaken it remain unknown.

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Greg stared at his status window, genuinely amazed by the explosive growth in his power. The new concept and awakened bloodline had elevated his strength to an entirely new level.

Stepping out of the room Krael had prepared for him, Greg found an open area—perfect for testing his abilities.

"Dragonification," he called softly, his voice filled with anticipation. "Intent: partial transformation."

Scales began to crawl across his skin, dark with a sheen of black and purple. His fingers extended into claws. Muscles bulged beneath his flesh, hardening and growing more defined. At the center of his chest glowed a flawless, radiant purple crystal. His irises shifted—one red, the other blue. A sharp black crystal formed on his forehead.

The transformation didn't affect his handsome face, which remained bare. His long hair flowed freely, untouched by the scaling. Two demonic dragon wings, pitch black and menacing, emerged from his back, flaring outward with raw power.

Greg took in his new form with quiet awe. He could feel the energy coursing through his body, overwhelming and exhilarating.

He slowly lifted his foot and stomped the ground with force, sending violent tremors rippling through the earth.

He waited silently, anticipating the arrival of his usual foe—the demonic sandworm.

But this time, the ground split open, and a different opponent emerged.

A demonized drake stood before him, colossal in size and bearing a dragon-like physique with disproportionately small wings. Its massive head and body glistened in hues of black and crimson red. Its feral eyes locked onto Greg, driven by instinct—a primal urge whispering that devouring him would trigger its evolution and free it from its savage nature.

"So, you're my opponent for today?" Greg said, a smirk forming on his lips. "Good. I was getting tired of using those demonic sandworms as warm-ups. You… you'll make a perfect punching bag."

His claws twitched with excitement. He was ready for battle.