So after a lot of thought and reading your comments here is the second world most likely be...
Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon {For the old gods, seven gods, and faceless death god and beauties and dragons {Which beauties needed to decided}
Which Beuties and God's are in question and need to put a lot of thoughts in.
What do you think?
I'm yet to decide which should be first the House of the Dragon or Game of Thrones. So let me know which one would you like for me began the multiverse journey. And just for you I am writing first R18 chapter of this fic, but you won't be reading anytime soon as there is literally 100,000 words before it. Anyway thanks for reading.
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"Great, just mention this to Sophia. She will arrange it." I nodded slightly; it was just a small matter.
The elves are the handlers of the Appearance Association. Allowing a group of two- to three-meter-tall muscular monsters to communicate with them is estimated to result in them being treated as enemies attacking the territory, beaten away before they even enter. Perhaps this conflict with the elves is initiated for this reason. The monster warriors will not provoke the elves when Skye greets them.
After the important matters were settled, Skye respectfully resigned.
"Is the food ready?" After Skye left, I looked at Sophia.
"Ready, Master," Sophia nodded.
"That's good." I nodded with satisfaction. I suddenly remembered that the next feast was coming soon, so I asked casually.
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Three days later, the feast begins.
After sleeping for a day, I, who was sitting on the thorn stone throne, suddenly opened my eyes. The invisible and terrifying dragon's power spread to the surroundings, and then I quickly restrained it.
Fortunately, while I was sleeping, no creatures were allowed in the dragon's nest, including the little white dragon beast, Eirlys—I was afraid of eating them along with the food.
Feeling a little stronger power inside my body again, I opened the panel.
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Status:
Name: Barbatos Caesar Volaric
Race: True Dragon
Biological Order: 11th
Occupation Level: Mage LVL 8 [45%]
Body Length: 24.01M
Vitality (VIT): 45.10
Current Feast Tier: 74
Feast Cooldown Time: 30 Days
Spell-like Abilities:
Darkness, Low-Light Vision, Identification, Darkwave Surge, Corrupted and Rot Domain, Levitation, Cloud and Mist
Spell Runes:
Zero Tier: Mage's Hand (Proficient 5%)
First Tier: Water Blade (Proficient 1%)
Second Tier: Water Element Strengthening (Return to Nature), Water Therapy (Proficient 5%)
Third Tier: Acceleration (Proficient 33%)
Fourth Tier: Any Door (Proficient 1%), Rupture (Proficient 96%)
Abilities:
Earth Mana Affinity (LV 3), Water Mana Affinity (LV 5), Dragon Scales (LV 10), True Dragon Breath (LV 10), Draconic Vitality (LV 11), Draconic Might (LV 3), Draconic Magic (LV 5), Fly (LV 8), Dragon Eyes (LV 3), Bite (LV 10 + 0.1), Claw (LV 10 + 0.1), Wild Scream (LV 3), Atomic Furnace (LV 1), Armor Shredder (LV 1)
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[<{(Only spells that have reached proficient level, will be listed in the future, and a separate chapter will be opened after the complete panel.)}>]
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"The biological order has finally reached the eleventh order," I exhaled, feeling a little excited.
Since Feast has strengthened my template time and time again, raising the upper limit of my order, the breakthrough speed of the creature's order has slowed down.
But this is a good thing because, in Dragon Legacy, the difficulty increases exponentially as the order rises. In other words, at an order with a fixed upper limit, the more potential you can tap into and the more you improve your strength, you will naturally create a wider gap with other strong players later on.
The stories of creatures slaying gods circulated in the ancient history of the star realms are not false. Although these legendary beings performed feats of slaying gods in the material plane, these gods were suppressed by the material plane, their strength diminished. Though, a God of Slaughter is still a God of Slaughter.
The knowledge, experience, and understanding of gods are not on the same level as ordinary legends. The reason why legendary beings often succeeded in slaying gods is that they had tapped their level to the limit and developed terrifying power. Only with forbidden spells could such a feat be possible.
Of course, it's not just the mage profession that can accomplish god-slaying feats. Among true dragons, there are some alien dragons with incredible talents, terrifying creatures wandering the star realms, and ancient taboo epic professionals. Some have surpassed their order to slay gods.
Feats like these exist.
It's just that mages are the most common super-level slayers because mages are not just humans. Elves, dwarves, monsters, and even powerful races such as dragons, angels, and demons can all take up the mage profession.
'The most powerful effect of the Feast is not to improve my strength, but to strengthen and improve my strength by widening the "reservoir" of my dragon body,' I thought silently.
At first, I thought that the Feast was just a golden finger that accelerated the growth of my body, but now it seems my vision was too small.
Taking advantage of the joy of breakthroughs in biological order and mage level, I considered going out for a walk.
Stretching out my terrifying dragon wings with a wingspan of nearly fifty meters, I flew out of the dragon's nest and into the sky in an instant.
I kept flying up, higher and higher, ten thousand meters, one hundred thousand meters, two million meters high.
At this distance, I could clearly see the turbulence in space outside the Taal material plane.
Just taking a distant look at the turbulent flow of space, a shadow of death fell over my heart.
Death upon contact.
Dragon inheritance knowledge emerged. If you want to cross the turbulent flow of space, you must at least reach the strength of a high-order legend.
Ranks 20 to 24 are legendary levels, and those above level 25 are high-level legends, truly powerful in the star world and all planes.
"But if you're a mage, you can visit other material planes once you learn high-level spells like 'Transportation from Another World,' Gate, Planeshift, or Dream of the Blue Veil."
It's quite common in the star realms for senior mages to travel across planes, while legendary warriors stay at home, unable to leave for the rest of their lives.
"When I reach the level of a senior mage, I must learn the art of teleportation. If I can find a weak material plane, I could stay there for tens or hundreds of years to develop my strength," I muttered.
Although the Taal plane where I was born is just an ordinary medium-sized material plane in the star multiverse, there are still many strong people, and even the legendary ones cannot act freely.
According to the classification of material planes by size, an ordinary small plane is about the same size as Earth in my previous life, while a medium material plane is the size of dozens to hundreds of Earths. Large and super-large material planes, and the legendary main material plane, are extremely exaggerated.
I silently watched the space turbulence for a while, feeling the mighty and supreme power. Just when I was about to go back, a gray light broke through the space turbulence, tearing apart high-level legends' defenses and finally entering the material plane.
"Treasure?" The thought crossed my mind. As I considered whether to pursue the black light, it seemed to notice me and instantly changed direction, shooting toward me.
I felt horrified. Is this a conscious existence? An evil god or terrifying creature?
I wanted to dodge, but the black light was so fast that I had no time to react before it hit me directly.
"Roar!"
The black light broke through my dragon scale defense, and I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen.
"Fuck my luck"
I instinctively reached out my dragon claws to dig into my abdomen, trying to remove the object. At the same time, my muscle control ability clamped down on the black light trying to move deeper into my body.
Unexpectedly, the object wrapped in black light was squeezed out by my muscles smoothly. I didn't even need to dig it out with my claws.
With the mage's hand, I levitated the object for a closer look.
It was a bead, only half the size of a human fist. Ninety-nine percent of its surface was covered in black, with less than one percent of it in orange.
I didn't study the strange bead on the spot. After putting it into my space bag, I folded my dragon wings and descended rapidly.
A while later, I returned to the dragon's lair, bloody.
"Don't disturb me without my order." I hastily instructed Sophia and entered the dragon's nest.
On the throne of thorns, I glared at the bead, which hovered mid-air before me.
Lowering my gaze to my abdomen, where the bead had pierced through, I saw that the small wound had completely healed, and dark godragon scales with golden spikes had regrown. But...
My dragon claw carefully touched the dragon scales and saw that the dragon scales and the large pieces of flesh underneath began to squirm, finally squeezing out a dark eye from them.
Horrible murmurs began to echo in my mind.
[He initiated conquests; he established civilization; he finally found his lost self.]
Listening to the constant murmurs, I angrily tore off the piece of flesh and blood from my abdomen and threw it aside. My abdominal muscles contracted, and the bleeding quickly stopped.
I cast a few hydrotherapy spells on myself, and new flesh and dragon scales gradually began to grow over the wound.
After consuming part of my magic power, and once the wound was completely healed, I exhaled, my ferocious dragon face looking a little grim.
I looked at the several twisted and struggling pieces of Demonic Eye flesh on the ground beside me, and my dragon eyes narrowed.
Ever since I was injured by this strange bead, the piece of flesh and blood on my abdomen has been strangely activated. As long as I touch it, a dark magic eye squeezes out of it and transmits endless gibberish to me.
Even if the piece of flesh and blood is torn off, it still cannot be removed, because after the injury recovers, the flesh and blood in that area remains contaminated.
This is similar to a situation described in my dragon inheritance knowledge. Most of the cases involve pollution from evil gods, with a small number being curses and thaumaturgy.
As for how to remove it?
The power that belongs to a god can only be removed by power of the same rank.
Thinking of this, I could no longer hold myself together.
I have not even reached the master level yet. I'm far from becoming a legend, and even further from obtaining godlike power.
I truly felt despair, blaming myself for not living by my own rules. Why did I have to go out?
"No, calm down, I still have one method." I took a few deep breaths to calm myself.
The method I was thinking of involved the power of the void—the Feast skill.
The power of the void can easily infiltrate even the bloodline of a true dragon. Its nature must far exceed that of legend, and maybe it belongs to the level of 'god.'
'When the Feast begins, I'll use the power of the void to swallow up this contaminated power, digest it, and turn it into my own power,' I thought calmly.
Although there is still some worry that the power of the void may not be able to solve this pollution, I can only rely on it now, unless I want to become a pet of some god.
My eyes fell on the strange bead. The dragon's instinct told me that the bead in front of me was definitely a treasure, but I was silent for a moment and finally put it into the space bag.
Then, my dragon wings flapped again, and I flew for a long time. After traveling a great distance, I landed in a remote and secret place, using my dragon claws to dig into a mountain. Soon, I had dug out a cave a hundred meters deep.
Randomly throwing the space bag containing the bead into the cave, I flew out, and then slammed my dragon body into the cave entrance.
The power of my massive body directly smashed the entrance, and with a rumbling sound, thousands of tons of rubble buried the cave.
After doing this, I left a secret mark, not only at the entrance of the cave but also on the space bag. As soon as any creature touched the cave or took the space bag, I would know.
After handling the bead, I flapped my wings and flew back to the dragon's nest.
Night fell.
Alone in the dragon's nest, I suddenly opened my eyes and lowered my head to look at my abdomen.
There, the dragon scales and flesh were squirming like living creatures, and waves of chaotic, disorderly spirits impacted my mind.
I felt the meaning conveyed by this flesh and blood—excitement.
The thing was very excited and happy.
The flesh and dragon scales squirmed and twisted, as if they were absorbing some kind of power, and they were growing.
While resisting the chaotic mental shocks transmitted by the distorted flesh and blood, I watched helplessly as the area of distortion on my abdomen expanded.
In a short period of time, several fist-sized black sarcomas appeared on my abdomen. A dark demonic eye squeezed out of each black sarcoma, and the demonic eyes moved randomly.
The birth of the magic eye made the chaotic spiritual impact even greater.
Not only was the flesh and blood on my abdomen mutating and multiplying, but the pieces of flesh and blood I had torn off and thrown aside were also mutating and multiplying at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"These abnormally proliferating magic eye sarcomas aren't sucking my power. My dragon body hasn't weakened due to their proliferation. My power remains strong.
So, where is this power coming from?
'During the day, the Devil's Eye Sarcoma doesn't mutate unless touched and remains in a silent state. But at night, the Devil's Eye Sarcoma becomes excited and joyful,' I thought with some uncertainty.
'Could they be feeding on the darkness or the moonlight?'
The Feast time had not yet come, and without a solution, I could only resist the chaotic mental impact of the magic eye sarcoma while my mind wandered.
The chaotic mental shock wasn't very powerful. Even though its intensity continued growing, at its current rate of growth, I estimated I could endure it for a few months.
'When I first came into contact with the Magic Eye Sarcoma during the day, the message was very clear.' I recalled the message the Magic Eye Sarcoma transmitted.
[He initiated conquests; he established civilization; he finally found his lost self.]
But at night, the message became confusing and incomprehensible, only increasing my irritation.
As I continued in my wild thoughts, night passed, and the sun rose.
With the retreat of night, the previously active Demonic Eye Sarcoma gradually became silent and eventually stopped moving. The chaotic mental impact also ceased, and the clear message was no longer transmitted.
I lowered my head and looked at the clusters of black sarcomas proliferating on my abdomen, with hundreds of closed magic eyes. I didn't know what to say.
With a swipe of my dragon claw, I tore out the sarcomas and threw them aside, letting them roll together with the other large demon eye sarcomas on the ground.
I cast a few hydrotherapy spells on myself, and the wounds gradually healed. The dragon scales regrew, though they were still somewhat immature and would take time to regain their original strength.
"Now I'm normal again," I said with a self-mocking laugh."
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