Reborn as a Devouring Dragon with a System-Chapter 141: Lifetimes of Pain, Sorrow and Suffering (2)

A stone gained sentience as it was watered by the blood and preaching of someone, and it vowed to find that person. Little by little, it began to cultivate, cultivate with unwavering resolve, until it eventually gained its human body—an extraordinary feat for something once lifeless—and with that transformation, it claimed a name for itself: Drakion, taking on icy blue hair and golden eyes that shimmered with an ancient, unyielding brilliance.

The stone, now wearing a human form, began to grow stronger, pushing past the limits of common cultivation, until it rose to become an overlord of the world—yet no one ever knew that its origin lay in the soul of a stone that had awakened by sheer fortune and mysterious fate.

Drakion searched all over the world he governed, scouring every land, mountain, and sea for the person who had given him life, but he could not find them, though his obsession led him deeper into the secrets of the world, driven by desperation as he researched, sought, and investigated every hidden realm or ancient text that might carry even a whisper of the aura he could never forget.

Despite all of this, he did not find the person, but in the process, he uncovered the truth that there existed a realm higher than the one he currently inhabited, and without hesitation, this once-lifeless stone became the first creature in history to ascend from his world to that higher plane, crossing the veil after countless years of effort and sacrifice.

As Drakion arrived in the higher world, he encountered challenges far beyond imagination—battles that tested his very soul—but his determination never wavered, for he was still searching for the one who had awakened him, and at long last, in one of the countless worlds he traversed, he finally found her.

It turned out that the person was a woman—known throughout the lands as the Icy Queen—a sovereign of terrifying grace who wielded dominion over ice and other elements of terrifying power, which made her cold, emotionless, and unreachable to all who gazed upon her.

Because of this, Drakion was terrified that she would not recognize him, or worse, that she would see him as a threat and destroy him without a second thought, so instead of revealing himself, he approached her cautiously and patiently, trying to get close to her again and again, hoping that something within her would remember.

Tens of years passed in this effort.

Eventually, two figures could be seen walking together beneath the stars—an icy blue-haired young man with piercing golden eyes, and an icy blue-haired, cold-eyed young woman—both of them holding hands as they strolled through the world, their eyes filled with something no one had ever expected to find in the heart of the Icy Queen: love.

Drakion had done it—he had drawn close to her, step by step, and through endless effort, he had managed to melt the heart of the coldest woman in existence and turn it into a blazing flame of affection; he had discovered that her name was Lyla, which he found incredibly adorable, and he often used it to tease her affectionately.

But now, despite everything, he was haunted by a new fear—the fear that if he ever revealed the truth, that he was not born of flesh but of stone, that he was a sentient being awakened by her forgotten kindness, she might recoil from him, abandon him, and shatter everything they had built together.

Years rolled by, and even though their hearts were bound, they could not commune with one another completely, not while Lyla was in the final stage of her cultivation journey, because any physical intimacy or distraction would result in the loss of all her progress, and she could not afford such a price.

Then came the moment of destiny—the final breakthrough—where she would undergo her Tribulation, the ultimate test that would determine whether she would ascend and become a god.

As she prepared herself, both of them stood facing one another, their eyes locked with a thousand unsaid words as they kissed for what could be the last time, and as their lips parted, Drakion smiled gently and said, "I will be waiting for you here."

Lyla nodded solemnly and initiated her Tribulation, facing the wrath of the heavens with unwavering courage.

But suddenly, in the midst of the divine assault, the sky tore apart in a violent, unnatural rupture, and from the rift above, a group of five figures descended like executioners—strangers whose presence felt like a sword drawn against the soul of the world. freёwebnoѵel.com

"Hmph," one of them sneered with disdain. "Someone from this lowly world dares to ascend to the Divine World?"

Their faces were unfamiliar, but the killing intent pouring from their eyes was undeniable, and their aura was so overpowering that it shook the very heavens with its weight.

Drakion’s expression darkened with suspicion and fury as he stepped forward, his presence no longer passive but like a dormant volcano awakening. He stood between them and Lyla, voice calm but edged with steel.

"Who might you be... please?" he asked, his golden eyes never leaving their faces as the storm of conflict gathered overhead.

"Oh, a stone that gained sentience—how rare in the Divine World. I wonder what kind of absurd luck brought you into existence," one of them said with a sinister snicker, his voice laced with mockery.

When Drakion heard this, a deep shock reverberated through his soul, for no one had ever uncovered his true identity, and yet these strangers—having just arrived—had pierced through the secret he had buried for ages, making his instincts flare with wariness.

"Well, we aren’t here for you," another of them added, smirking coldly, "we’re just here to kill this pest for daring to try and ascend into godhood."

The moment those words fell, Drakion’s expression turned chillingly cold, his eyes narrowing as he glared at them with unfiltered hostility.

"You’ll have to pass through me to accomplish that," Drakion said, stepping forward with a voice that shook the wind itself, his stance unwavering as he confronted them.

The group frowned momentarily before realization flickered in their eyes, and one of them sneered, "It seems you’ve decided to join her on the trip to hell."