MTL NOVEL Chapter 55: Should i....Shizu
Arion and Veldora sat comfortably in the Eternal City of Nights, their eyes fixed on the crystal ball before them. The magical device, a tool used by Veldora's spies, displayed the intense battle unfolding between Guy Crimson and Rudra Nasca in vivid detail. The shockwaves from their sword clashes rippled through the image, an awe-inspiring spectacle of raw power and combat mastery.
Veldora leaned back, arms crossed behind his head, watching with a relaxed grin. "Hah! Now this is entertainment! Look at them go!" His golden eyes sparkled with excitement as he chuckled.
Arion, however, had his gaze focused elsewhere. He wasn't just watching the battle—his attention had drifted to the two striking figures standing off to the side. Velzard and Velgrynd. The sisters of Veldora.
A small smirk played on his lips as he observed their elegance. Velzard, with her icy and regal demeanor, and Velgrynd, with her fiery, untamed presence. Both exuded strength and confidence, their beauty only amplified by the sheer majesty of their draconic bloodline.
Arion let out a small chuckle before turning to Veldora. "You know, Veldora… your sisters are quite… beautiful." His tone was casual, but there was an underlying interest beneath his words.
Veldora immediately burst into laughter. "Of course! We True Dragons are the very definition of perfection! Just look at me!" He suddenly stood up and began flexing his muscles, striking over-the-top poses. "Magnificent physique, unrivaled strength, and a presence that commands respect! There is no being in existence more perfect than a True Dragon!"
Arion sighed, rubbing his forehead at the absurd display. "Right… of course," he muttered. He turned his attention back to the crystal ball, his eyes once again settling on the two dragon sisters. His mind drifted back to his conversation with Veldanava, the words of the supreme being echoing in his head.
"Perhaps I should take them for myself…"
It was a fleeting thought, yet one that lingered in the back of his mind. If he was truly destined for greatness, to inherit the legacy of the Supreme God, then why not claim the greatest treasures this world had to offer? He let the thought simmer as he continued to watch the battle unfold, a knowing smirk forming on his lips.
Veldora, still lost in his own self-admiration, finally turned back to Arion. "Hah! So, what were you saying again?"
Arion simply shook his head, keeping his thoughts to himself. "Nothing. Just thinking out loud."
The battle raged on in the crystal ball, but in Arion's mind, another game was beginning to take shape—one that had nothing to do with swords and combat, but power, ambition… and conquest.
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Back in Japan, there was a young girl who had only her mother to call family. Her father had been drafted into the war, and his face was nothing more than a blurry memory, a shadow of a figure she could no longer recall. Whether it was a blessing or a curse, she did not know. She had learned not to question fate. Life was simply what it was—neither kind nor cruel, just something she had to endure.
Then came that fateful day.
The sky over Tokyo roared as the world fell apart. The air-raid sirens blared, their howls swallowed by the deafening explosions that tore through the city. Fire consumed the streets, and the sky turned a sinister shade of red. People ran, screamed, fell—some never got back up. The young girl, barely eight years old, had no time to think. One moment, she was holding her mother's hand, running through the chaos. The next, a sudden explosion tore them apart.
Pain.
Something sharp had cut into her leg. She collapsed onto the ground, her tiny hands clutching the wound as hot tears streamed down her cheeks. She called for her mother, but the only answer she received was the distant cries of the wounded and the terrifying crackle of spreading flames. The heat pressed against her skin, the suffocating smoke filled her lungs. She was going to die.
Then, something happened.
A strange light enveloped her body, and the world around her vanished. The fire, the pain, the sounds of war—it all disappeared in an instant. She felt as if she was floating in a vast, endless abyss. It was neither warm nor cold, neither comforting nor frightening. It simply was.
And then, she heard it.
"Unique Skill: Degenerate… Bestowed."
The voice was neither human nor divine. It was absolute, emotionless, yet commanding—a declaration that left an imprint on her very soul.
The girl gasped as she felt something change within her. It was as though something deep inside her had awakened, something powerful yet unknown. But before she could understand what was happening, her body was pulled forward, as if being drawn into another world entirely.
Her life, once bound to the war-torn streets of Tokyo, had now taken a turn beyond human understanding.
Her fate was no longer in the hands of men.
Yes, this was Shizu Izawa—
Summoned into an unknown world at the tender age of eight, Shizu found herself in a strange, unfamiliar land, her body still aching from the wounds of war. But the moment she arrived, she realized that her injuries were gone. The pain, the burning, the terror—all had faded.
Yet, confusion clouded her mind. Where was she? Who had brought her here?
Before she could fully comprehend her situation, she was met by an overwhelming presence—a being unlike any she had ever seen before. A monstrous, towering figure with crimson eyes and an aura that exuded pure domination.