The Divine Law waved her hand toward the orb's bindings.
The countless chains that was each carved with ancient runes and thrumming with power, didn't snap nor didn't they fall away. They were simply obliterated, erased in an instant as though they had never existed at all. The shockwave of undulation that followed was heavy enough to make the very whiteness around them ripple like disturbed water.
She turned her hand toward Arcurus.
The crystal orb moved,not floating, not flying, but existing closer to him with each instant, as though space itself had decided it belonged inside him. Before he could breathe, it struck him, not with an impact, but with a merging.
*Vmmm~!*
The instant it entered his body, words failed him. There was no scream, no burning agony in his muscles and yet he couldn't call it painless. If this was pain, it was a kind far beyond flesh or nerve. It was as though something was rewriting him at the most fundamental level but not changing what he was, but unmaking him and remaking him entirely.
His body, his mind, his soul, every fragment of who he was was being overwritten, reorganized, and reforged. Time ceased to matter. He didn't know if seconds or centuries passed. It was a natural process in the same way a star collapsing into a black hole was "natural."
And then, without thinking, he remembered. Or rather the memories were poured into him, flooding his mind without permission.
He knew who they were, the race whose blood now flowed in him. He saw their history, their rise, their erasure. He felt their arrogance, their supremacy, their loneliness.
He learned their name, and with it, he received his true name. And in that moment, he understood that he was no longer human.
He is now a dragon.
Yet the blood of his mortal parents didn't vanish. It was swallowed, fused seamlessly into the new lineage, almost certainly the Divine Law's doing. And then came the truth that twisted in his gut like a blade: the race whose bloodline he now bore was the apex of existence.
Even the mightiest primordial races like titans, phoenixes, other dragons, leviathans, had trembled before them. In their presence, the others were like children cowering before an adult's shadow.
The Oblivion Dragons had been few in number, but each was enough to tip the balance of the universe by their mere existence.
They had not reproduced like other races. No courtship, no birth. They simply created,manifesting perfect replicas of themselves, raising them not as offspring, but as extensions of their will. The memories showed him how to wield their powers, how to command the aspects of their existence… and the responsibilities, too.
It felt like years of knowledge and sensation poured into him before it finally ended.
When he came to himself, he realized he was descending. At some point, he must have been floating upward, yet he'd felt no wind, no lift,only lightness.
A strange, liberating lightness, as though he were a new being entirely. His vision was crystal-clear… and he noticed his glasses were gone. He touched his face instinctively and there was no blur.
Then he looked down. There was No clothes as well.
The thought barely formed before his heart seized in his chest. His veins bulged, a wave of suffocating pressure crashed over him, something alien probing at his consciousness. Not hostile, not quite possessive, but… invasive.
His instincts took over before his mind could react.
His body shifted, exploded outward in size, shape, and essence. Muscles and bones became something else entirely, flowing, stretching, scaling.
He became a dragon.
An western dragon, long, with four powerful limbs and scales like shifting fragments of the cosmos,multicolored, rippling like liquid starlight over water. Fifty meters from head to tail, his body coiled and uncoiled with impossible grace. His neck stretched long and regal, his teeth glinted like blades, his claws dug into the ground with effortless strength.
Black Horns crowned his head. His eyes, his eyes were a perfect mix of crimson, blue, green and gold. Even with his dangerous aura and form, his eyes were too captivating to look away from.
In that moment, Arcurus felt both alien and entirely himself.
Arcurus didn't know why, but an overwhelming, primal urge clawed up from the depths of his being,an instinct older than stars themselves. His chest swelled as he drew in air, his mane-like hair rippling as if caught in some invisible current.
*ROOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRR~!!!!*
He roared.
It wasn't a roar of arrogance or dominance. It was something far heavier, a declaration, a warning to the cosmos itself. A promise that Oblivion had returned. The sound rolled through the void, deep and endless, reverberating in a way no mortal sound could. It carried the weight of a race long erased, a race whose very existence had once shaken creation.
The Oblivion Dragons were back.
When the roar finally faded, Arcurus's massive draconic form stilled. His body shrank, bones and scales folding inward until he stood on two legs again. Sweat dripped from his temple, his breathing ragged, his skin still humming from the release. Out of habit, his hand rose to adjust his glasses and only to meet empty air.
He looked up. The Divine Law was floating above him, her expression unchanged, silver hair drifting faintly in the airless white.
"What… was that?"
His voice was still edged with the lingering tremor of instinct.
"It was your instinct,"
She said simply, descending until she floated before him.
Clothing materialized over his body in an instant, fabric settling naturally onto his form. A moment later, his glasses appeared on his face as if they had never been gone. He touched them reflexively, adjusting them into place, and felt an odd comfort settle into his chest.
"So… am I a dragon now?"
He asked.
"Yes."
He frowned slightly.
"You said you don't want me becoming arrogant and destabilizing the universe. But honestly? I don't feel much different."
Her closed eyes remained still, but her tone sharpened just enough to draw his attention.
"That is because what you have now is the most undiluted version of the bloodline, the [Common-Grade]. The true bloodline is sealed within your heart. You must perform a bloodline draw, increase its quantity, and compress it to upgrade its grade."
"What? Why? I thought I was getting the full package."
Her reply was immediate.
"Did you not realize what you just did moments ago? You must learn to control each grade of the bloodline before moving to the next, learn how to control your instinct. Without mastery, you will drown in arrogance and destroy not only yourself, but everyone around you.
What you hold is the greatest weapon the universe has ever birthed, but it is also the most dangerous curse."
He exhaled slowly, absorbing the weight of her words.
"…So, before we move on, where are you going to drop me?"
"The Federation."
Arcurus's 's eyebrow twitched upward. He knew exactly what the Federation was and the memory brought some comfort.
He inhaled deeply. The reality of it all finally began to settle in: in the span of mere moments, he had gone from a struggling, rejected author to the sole inheritor and the new progenitor of the strongest race in existence. The shift was dizzying, surreal.
'It really feels like a dream...'
A strange emptiness gnawed at him. Not fear, not regret,just a quiet ache. He realized, with a hollow sort of clarity, that he might never set foot on Earth again. His mind went to his parents' graves, the place he had visited every year without fail. The thought of never going there again left a sharp, quiet sting in his chest.
He breathed in once more, steadied himself, and whispered internally.
'They don't want me to rot away in that world either.'
When he looked back at the Divine Law, his eyes were calm.
"I'm ready."
"Let us inform you, you have only one month to prepare to get into any academy in the academy city. And we have reversed your bodily age to 18."
"What-?!"
Before Arcurus could finish, Divine Laws waved her hand lifting in one smooth motion.
The world shifted.
The endless white vanished, replaced by an expanse of green beneath his feet. Soft grass bent gently under him. Ahead stretched a massive forest.its trees tall enough to blot out sections of the sky. Birds chattered in the canopy, their songs weaving with the distant calls of unseen animals.
The air was clean, sweet with the scent of flowers. The weather was perfect, neither cold nor hot, the kind of balance that felt almost deliberate.
"Damn... I don't even know what to say. Sigh~. Fuck it. Will figure it out. One month right? I can do that~"
Arcurus said to him self as he adjusted his glassas. But inside, he was feeling light headed just thinking about it. He didn't know were he was. He knew he was somewhere in the Federation. But that didn't help.
If the world is as big as he had intended it to be in his novel, then he will absolutely have a hard time finding people because this world was that massive.
* Swish~*
A light breeze slipped past him, carrying another wave of floral fragrance.
'I need to calm down and think about what should I do next.-
*Huff~*
Arcurus spread his arms, let the air wash over him, then let them fall back to his sides. He inhaled deeply, savoring the moment.
"…Now that I'm here I have absolutely no idea what I'm gonna do next."
He murmured to himself.
His hand rose almost unconsciously to adjust his glasses again.
"..."
Arcurus was racking his brain trying to think of something that could help me but nothing came to mind except kill monster.
"How do those protagonist think of something the moment they land... Guess I'm just dumb. Shit... It socks. I want to think of something, but I've got nothing!!"
Arcurus scratched his head in frustration at his inability. But he noticed something, his hair felt extremely smooth and fine to touch.
'NoNoNo, I can't develop some weird habit of touching my hair like my glasses, one weird habit is enough. I should first explore the area and think something.'
Arcurus thought as he shook his head and adjusted his glasses with his middle finger again. He picked a random direction and started walking.