After finishing everything, and since I now possess the Dragon's Heart and all the necessary materials to rebuild this body with minimal effort, I'm heading toward a place no one in this world knows — at least, not yet.It's a place where one can train without anyone noticing.But that isn't the only reason I'm going there…
I have plans — not only to regain strength and agility in this bloated body, but also to form a contract with one of the gods or world kings, as they're called… just like Aren von Rinehver did in the original world before his death.
I mounted the jet-black motorcycle, a machine that seemed to drain color from everything around it.Its aerodynamic body was forged from a rare, near-indestructible alloy.The seat, designed for long rides, was covered in matte leather that devoured the light, and the dark-crimson streaks along its frame gleamed like frozen blood.Its speed? Pure madness.
Once I fastened the helmet with its built-in sound system, I played the kind of music that makes your soul believe anything is possible.Then I hit the throttle and shot forward — toward an ancient temple in the middle of nowhere.
To reach it, you must cross the deadly forest, find a hidden path among the venomous trees, and step into a one-time teleportation circle that sends you directly to the temple — or rather, to the edge of the known world.
And for the record…The ritual I'm about to perform is excruciating — painfully so — and may well kill me.But I have no other choice if I want to reclaim the body I need.
I had already purchased a pain-limiting skill, though I knew it wouldn't be enough.So, I also ordered a rare elixir that completely suppresses pain for a limited time.
Honestly?I hate pain.And I'm no masochist.If I had to define myself, I'd say I'm an angel walking this earth with a heart purer than any other — I said that with a faint, sarcastic laugh as I entered the hall.
The temple was vast and silent, its stone pillars engraved with ancient runes that emitted a soft, humming light.I drank the elixir and activated the scroll of pain resistance.Thirteen hours — that's how long I could endure.
I spread a long, luxurious black cloak on the cold marble floor and sat cross-legged.My massive legs — which had carried this hated weight for too long — steadied me firmly.Before me lay all the required items: herbs, crystals, shards of rare metal…And in the very center — the Dragon's Heart, still pulsing faintly, glowing red as if a dying life inside awaited release.
I breathed slowly.Then took a high-grade healing potion first and muttered to myself:
"Let's hope I don't die from this."
I began chanting — words so ancient they didn't belong to any known tongue,first spoken by Aron von Celestia, the first Dragon Slayer in history and the founder of the royal bloodline from which that royal whore — my former fiancée, the cursed princess — descended.
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The echoes bounced across the chamber like whispers from another realm.Then suddenly — a violent tremor coursed through my body.It tried to scream on its own, even though I felt almost no pain.Mana erupted from within me, flooding the air with impossible density,followed by my aura — which I rarely used.
To me, swords are nothing but tools —instruments for those too weak to impose their will otherwise.I only draw them to humiliate men who cling to their noble, foolish chivalry.
Then something new surged from within: violet aether —a form of power I had never seen before, radiant yet crushing,its sheer pressure bending the air as though the heavens themselves were afraid.
The three forces inside me exploded outward.I could hear my bones breaking and reforming,my flesh and blood reshaping — every inch of me being remade.Every weakness erased.Every limit shattered.
And yet… I felt nothing.Strangely enough, it was almost funny.In every other story, heroes scream through this agony —but I watched it happen in silence.Honestly? Letting yourself feel pain on purpose is pure stupidity.Those who embrace it are nothing short of masochistic lunatics.
As the minutes passed, my body grew unbearably heavy,power accumulating like a storm inside an unending sea.Each muscle was reforged; my very essence rewritten.The pressure of the aether became overwhelming.I began losing all sense of time — of self — of everything.
Just before my consciousness slipped away, a thought crossed my fading mind:
"Just because I can't feel pain doesn't mean this is easy…This is hell — a hell made of exhaustion that rebuilds you from the ashes."
And then, darkness consumed me.Only the violet light remained, swirling around my collapsing form —reconstructing the body I once despised…to create something that would soon surpass humanity itself.