Chapter 197: The Gaze of the Red Dragon
A series of Mind Links shot forth from Wagner, binding Singo’s Spiritual Soul tightly. His eyes were hollow, devoid of life—their irises now replaced by a deep, blood-red hue. His entire body stiffened like a puppet, trapped in an Enchantment State. Wagner let out a soft chuckle, issuing orders through sheer will.
“Come here.”
Just a simple command. Yet, a torrent of mental strength surged through the psychic chains, flooding Singo’s mind. His body moved without consent, stepping forward with mechanical precision until he stood beside Wagner.
Wagner ran a hand along Singo’s scaled arm, marveling. “Truly… a work of art.”
“Scales perfectly fused with flesh—something I’ve only ever witnessed on true Dragons. How is it that I’ve never managed to create such a masterpiece?”
“Bring him over.”
Wagner’s voice was effortless. Singo obeyed without hesitation, lifting the unconscious Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang onto his shoulders and carrying him back to Wagner’s side.
Wagner led them forward. The Soul-Devouring Vessel, still holding Stuffed Bun’s Spiritual Soul, rose into the air. One after another, massive iron doors groaned open of their own accord, and they entered a platform forged of metal, its surface etched with intricate Dragon Scales.
Complex Gravity Spell Runes activated, lifting the platform layer by layer. With each ascent, the tremors disturbed the monstrous creatures confined below. They roared in fury, shaking their cages violently—but Wagner paid them no mind. To him, they were merely failed experiments, insignificant nuisances.
At last, they reached the highest level of the Black Tower—the sanctum Wagner cherished most: the Dragon Demon Realm.
The air was thick with the stench of blood. Shattered Bloody Scales littered the ground. Limbs—fragmented, twisted—lay scattered. Thick pools of blood had soaked into the metal floor, staining it crimson. Bloodstained instruments were everywhere: broken syringes, jagged blades, and rusted tools of torment.
Wagner inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of death and violence, as if drinking in the very essence of suffering.
“Secure him.”
Singo obeyed, binding Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang to a cold metal bed. Wagner studied the man’s powerful frame—his burning, fanatical eyes, the way his very muscles seemed to pulse with raw power. He stared not just at the surface, but through the scales and skin, as if peering into the deepest layers of his being—into every vein, every drop of thick, viscous blood coursing beneath.
“Indeed.”
“This is Red Dragon strength. The purest Dragon Blood—flowing through a humanoid form. How is this possible?”
“I’ve tested this dozens of times. Even Frost Giants—so resilient—could not endure White Dragon Blood. Their bodies would collapse into ruin. And yet, this… this is the most volatile, most exclusive bloodline of all. How does it not reject him?”
“And these organs—this Dragon Head, seamlessly integrated into a human frame. Even my greatest creation, Valina, was nothing but a stitched-together monstrosity. But these… they achieved true transformation.”
Wagner reluctantly tore his gaze from Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang, staring far into the distance.
His eyes—through the cold, thick metal walls, through the endless peaks of mountains, beyond the vast Storm Ridge—locked onto the slumbering form of the colossal Red Dragon deep within its hidden palace. The creature’s eyes burned with wild, ecstatic fire.
“Kai Xiusu Claudew Noirikexius… a rogue Red Dragon who rose to power in just ten years. There must be secrets buried within you.”
“I’m growing more fascinated by you every moment.”
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Northwind Keep, Council Chamber
Kai Xiusu was testing a spell. Hovering beside him, the 【Heaven's Judgment Dragon Eye】 flared with unnatural energy.
Its vision flickered—showing fragmented scenes: a battle between a Player and a Wolfman, the ominous silhouette of a Tall Tower, a grotesque Sewn Monster, and finally—two eyes filled with fanatical fire.
This was the 【Past Sight】 ability of the Heaven's Judgment Dragon Eye.
“This….” Kai Xiusu recognized the face immediately—the Stuffed Bun he had been monitoring closely. But those eyes… they were not the gaze of any ordinary Player. And more disturbingly, they shimmered with an Arcane Radiance of staggering depth.
Black Tower. Monsters. Spells.
“Wagner,” Kai Xiusu murmured, a cold smile forming. “You’ve Possessed a Player. And you dare to peer into my domain?”
“A madman with no sense of self-preservation.”
The Red Dragon let out a low, mocking laugh.
Wagner had been infamous in the past—especially for turning his own daughter into a Monster, and for the countless atrocities committed in secret experiments. The Players had united in fury, sacrificing countless lives before finally reducing the so-called “Dragon-Frenzied Black Wizard” to ash.
To be targeted by him was dangerous. Wagner wasn’t just a high-tier Mage—he knew the ways of Dragons, their secrets, their blood. Kai Xiusu wasn’t afraid—but he had no intention of being haunted by such a monster.
Once he was marked, there was only one path: extermination.
He would not gamble on the consequences of letting a high-tier Mage escape.
Kai Xiusu exhaled a plume of sulfurous smoke, deciding to teach the fool a lesson first. The rest of their reckoning could wait.
“Ah… you like watching, do you?”
“Then let me show you what true pain looks like.”
The Red Dragon lifted his head slightly, locking eyes with Wagner across hundreds of miles. A cruel, grinning smile spread across his face. His golden pupils flared with terrifying Arcane Radiance.
Since he now bore the name of the Dragon Queen, he could afford to be a little reckless.
Sixth Circle Spell — 【Tiamat’s Terrifying Illusion】
The illusion surged across the Storm Ridge, piercing through mountains and forests, arriving in an instant before Wagner—now standing within the Tall Tower.
“ROOOOOAR!”
A thunderous Dragon Roar shook the air. Before Wagner, a nightmare of fused bodies and souls coalesced—forming a five-headed, multi-bodied monster, a Dragon of impossible magnitude. Its four limbs supported a monstrous, writhing form, while five necks twisted and turned, each crowned with a head representing a different color of Dragon.
The Five-Headed Monster Dragon unfurled wings that blotted out the sky, its gaze—inhuman, terrifying—fixed upon Wagner.
“Tiamat… It’s Tiamat!”
“The Five-Colored Dragon Queen. The Queen of Monsters. Tiamat!”
Wagner trembled violently—not just from fear, but from ecstatic awe. His face flushed crimson, his words slurred with emotion.
“S-so magnificent…”
For centuries, he had pursued the ultimate strength of the Dragon. And Tiamat—the progenitor of all color Dragons, the legendary Queen of Monsters—was the pinnacle of that dream. The very vision of her was the shimmering light of his lifelong obsession.
But this was only a fragmented soul. Wagner couldn’t tell the illusion from reality. In his terror and ecstasy, he believed with all his being that the goddess had descended.
Yet, even with his genius, he couldn’t help but suspect the truth—this vision was born from his own attempt to spy upon the Red Dragon.
Above, the five-colored Evil Dragon hovered in the sky, cold and indifferent. From each of its five fearsome heads, torrents of fire, ice, acid, lightning, and poison rained down—divine punishment from the god of evil.
“To witness Tiamat’s majesty… to feel such power… my life has no regrets.”
“But you… you are different.”
“Red Dragon.”
Wagner gazed upward, whispering to the heavens.
In that instant, a blinding, chaotic breath tore through his mind—ripping apart the fragmented soul with ease. The illusion shattered. The soul was erased.
Yet, in its final moment, the soul poured every last ounce of strength into a single, desperate spell—sending a faint, flickering message through to its True Form.
(End of Chapter)
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