Later, after the birth of the youngest true dragon, Sylvania Yogsothoth, the world believed that no more true dragons would ever be born. The creator had already come, then Oblivion, followed by Azathoth and Sylvania. It felt like the age of true dragons was over.
But then, something unexpected happened.
From the mysterious Door of Rebirth and Reincarnation, a pair of twin true dragons were born. One had a light blue body, and the other was covered in bright red scales. Unlike Azathoth and Sylvania, who were born using the bodies of Azathoth Anafabula and Yogsothoth Anafabula as fuel, these twins were naturally born — just like the creator and Oblivion.
Because of that, they were pure and untouched, but also incomplete. They didn't have any intelligence at the beginning. Their eyes were empty, their thoughts were blank. It was like their minds were one and the same, as if two souls shared one dream. Wherever one went, the other followed. They flew through the stars, swam through the chaos, always side by side, discovering the cosmos like innocent children.
Nobody dared to harm them. Even the chaotic storms and dangerous beings across the universe couldn't do anything. They were untouchable. They were true dragons, after all.
But fate had something cruel in store.
On a certain planet called "Chetna", where mortals lived with magic and dreams, something unbelievable happened. The Demon King Asmodeus and a human hero named Kael Bloodhound joined forces. The world had never seen such a strange alliance — a demon and a human fighting side by side.
And their target? The newborn twin true dragons.
No one really knows how they did it. Killing true dragons, even ones without full intelligence, was supposed to be impossible. It was something that only gods could dream of, and yet, somehow… they succeeded. The details of their battle remain lost in mystery. Some say they used ancient forbidden magic, others believe they were helped by something even more powerful behind the scenes.
Whatever the truth was, the act didn't go unnoticed.
The other true dragons were furious. To them, it wasn't just murder — it was the killing of their siblings, their own family. From that day on, Asmodeus and Kael became the enemies of all true dragons.
Kael's fate remains a mystery. Some say he vanished that day and never returned. Others whisper that he lived in hiding, free for over 200 years, always watching the skies, until he finally died of old age.
As for Asmodeus, things were different. He still walks the world in fear. Even now, he knows that if any true dragon finds out where he is, he won't be able to run. He won't be able to defend himself. No one can survive the wrath of a full-fledged true dragon.
That's also why, during his battle with Scarlett, Asmodeus didn't dare stay for too long. He was afraid — afraid that the energy of their clash might be sensed by another true dragon somewhere far away. If that happened, he wouldn't even get the chance to flee.
That's also the reason he didn't return to rescue Dr. Magi, Dr. Magi simply wasn't worth the risk. If it had been Dr. Raki, then maybe… Asmodeus would have thought twice.
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In a quiet, white square room, Dr. Magi was tied tightly to a chair. He let out a few tired breaths and mumbled, "Phew… finally, it ended." He was talking about his own endless chatter — he had been speaking non-stop for a long time, rambling on about history, legends, and gods.
In front of him, Scarlett stood still with an emotionless face. Even though she had her purple blindfold on, it felt like her cold gaze was stabbing straight through him. Her fists were clenched, her body trembling slightly, as if she was holding back a storm of rage.
Her lips twitched with irritation. "You just told me a huge, damn story worth of two and a half chapters," she snapped. "And not even one of my questions got answered!"
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Scarlett's fists and feet flew at him with loud thuds. She punched and kicked him again and again, letting out her frustration on the man who wasted her time with a boring history lesson instead of useful answers.
Dr. Magi, still tied to the chair, fell to the floor with a heavy thud. But Scarlett didn't stop. She kept kicking him with a scowl on her face. Lunatic, who had been silently watching, laughed and joined in, kicking Dr. Magi just for fun.
"What the hell am I supposed to do with all that useless crap you told me?" Scarlett shouted, her voice sharp and full of fury. "I asked you about your experiments! Not some bedtime story!"
After a while, her breath grew heavy and she finally stepped back. Dr. Magi groaned in pain, barely able to move.
Kroenen, who had been standing nearby, finally spoke up. "How about you let me handle this? I'm a pro at torture. It's basically my job," he said calmly, as if talking about fixing a chair.
But Scarlett shook her head with a cold smile. "No. I'll do it myself," she said firmly. "I'll torture him until I'm satisfied. I don't care if he answers me or not."
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Far away, deep in the dark lands of the demon realm, inside the territory of Xulgorath — the sixth demon king — something dangerous was about to begin.
For hundreds of years, Xulgorath had been searching for someone special. Someone who could grow endlessly, without needing to break the Creator's will. And now, finally, he had found her.
Scarlett Nova.
He had even gotten his hands on a strand of her hair — for his ultimate skill "Absolute Alteration," that was more than enough. The skill didn't care about failure. It only required the right sacrifice. It could be a piece of his own body… or someone else's and the strong person you have to alert, The more you have to pay the price.
Today, he had chosen the second option.
Under the blood-red skies of his land, on a massive field, stood thousands of slaves. Humans, dwarves, elves, and many others. All of them scared. All of them silent. All of them waiting to die.
He had only found Scarlett's hair a few hours ago, but he wasn't going to waste even a second. The sooner he began, the better. He was too excited to wait.
Xulgorath walked to the center of the field, his face calm but eyes shining with madness. He looked at the sea of people with a smile full of cruelty.
"Well then," he said softly, stretching out his arms like a priest about to begin a holy ritual. "Let's get started."
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He took out a small strand of purple hair. It was Scarlett's. Holding it gently in his palm, he stretched out his hand. The wind brushed against it, causing the hair to sway lightly, but it didn't escape from his grip.
Then, he activated his most powerful ability.
Swishhhhhh...
The strand of hair flew out of his hand and floated in the air. It started spinning slowly, creating a small vortex.
Xulgorath stared at it without blinking. One by one, he grabbed the slaves nearby and began throwing them into the swirling vortex.
At first, just a few—two, three, ten. Then hundreds. The black hole-like vortex swallowed them all without a trace.
One thousand... then two thousand... three... five...
Eventually, he had thrown ten thousand slaves into it.
The vortex had grown massive—almost twenty meters wide—and its color had deepened into a dark, almost terrifying purple. Yet even after all of that, it still wanted more.
He turned around and saw several of his loyal subordinates kneeling before him.
"We would like to sacrifice ourselves for your grand plan, Your Majesty!" they said without hesitation.
Xulgorath grinned. "Good."
Without a second thought, he threw them into the vortex too. He didn't flinch. In his eyes, creating an alternate version of Scarlett was more important than any army.
But the vortex kept spinning. It wanted more.
Xulgorath sighed and let out a soft chuckle. "I knew it... altering someone like her would cost me a limb."
With a bitter smile, he raised his left arm and sliced it clean off. Blood sprayed into the air as he threw the severed arm into the vortex.
Kacha! Kacha! Kacha!
A strange, echoing sound filled the air. The vortex roared like it was hungry and angry at the same time.
Sweat rolled down Xulgorath's forehead. His lips twitched nervously.
"It's more than I expected..." he muttered.
He looked around at the rest of his troops.
"Volunteer yourselves! For my glory!" he shouted.
One after another, he grabbed them and tossed them into the swirling void.
GROWLLLL...
The sound that came next was different. It sounded like the vortex was disappointed—like it was telling him that the sacrifices were too small.
WOOSHHH...
The vortex suddenly grew more violent. A powerful suction force burst out from it, pulling everything nearby towards it—trees, rocks, even entire mountains.
Xulgorath's expression changed instantly. His face turned pale as fear crept into his eyes.
"No... the cost is too much. I chose the wrong being to alter!"
"Teleport!" he cried out. But nothing happened.
He tried again, panic rising. Still nothing.
His eyes widened in horror. "W-What happened to my magic!?"
He looked at the rest of his soldiers, who were just as confused and scared. The power inside him was fading fast. He could feel it slipping away, and with it, his ability to resist the pull of the vortex.
"No... no, no!"
His voice echoed as his body lifted off the ground, pulled helplessly toward the center.
He screamed, and then he was gone—swallowed whole by the giant spinning void.
The vortex didn't stop. It grew bigger and bigger, devouring everything that had once belonged to Xulgorath. His kingdom, his soldiers, the forests—nothing was spared.
But then, since the one who cast the ultimate skill had now died, the magic began to fade.
The swirling slowed down. After a few minutes, the vortex started shrinking.
A soft breeze passed through the empty wasteland, and something small dropped from the center of the sky.
It landed gently on the ground with a faint sound.
It was just a long, purple fingernail. It looked like it had belonged to a beautiful woman—ordinary at a glance, yet it felt important.
After eating Xulgorath, his entire army, ten thousand slaves, and every single life in his territory...
The only thing the vortex could alter was a single nail of hers.
But then, from the empty air—something appeared.
A "being".
It walked on two legs but didn't look human at all. In fact, it looked even more like a demon than any demon Xulgorath had ever known.
Its body was rough and reddish brown, like dried, cracked clay. Through the cracks, one could see fire burning inside it—hot, wild flames, as if its entire body was a furnace.
On its chest and stomach were multiple eyes, blinking slowly without eyelashes.
Its mouth was terrifying—wide, with rows of sharp, razor-like teeth.
On top of its head grew twisted horns shaped like those of a swamp deer, with strange, ancient patterns.
This creature looked like the embodiment of nightmares—pure fear and despair in physical form.
It bent down slowly, picked up the purple nail, and without making a sound...
It vanished.