First Legendary Dragon: Starting With The Limitless System-Chapter 262: Coughing Up Information

Echo vanished silently, leaving behind a calm so profound that reality itself seemed reluctant to stir.

[Ding! Evolution Triggered Due to Host’s condition.]

[Limitless System V3 Upgrading.]

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[Ding!]

[Estimated Time: 4400 Hours.]

A gentle breeze finally rustled through the restored Prime Realm, brushing softly across Orion’s peaceful body resting securely in Fiora’s trembling arms.

Eldric’s brows furrowed sharply, an unsettling sensation spreading through his consciousness, telling him that something significant had occurred—yet the memory lay just beyond his reach, like smoke slipping through his fingers.

His piercing gaze darted around the clearing, scanning meticulously for any anomaly, yet nothing seemed out of place.

The trees stood firm, moonlight cast a gentle, silvery glow upon the serene battlefield, and Orion remained undisturbed in his deep slumber. But still, a nagging instinct persisted.

Eldric’s contemplation was abruptly interrupted by two distinct, yet faint presences—familiar, sinister, emanating confusion and desperation from the forest depths. His sharp eyes narrowed instantly as recognition surged through him.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Eldric transformed into a bolt of searing lightning, crackling through the air in a brilliant flash. The ground beneath him exploded gently, dust swirling upward as he vanished with startling speed.

Deep within the forest, amidst shattered trees and scorched earth, the leader and vice leader of the kidnappers stood bewildered, their faces etched with disbelief and confusion.

Their memories twisted painfully—one moment consumed by Selene’s merciless flames, their very essence being incinerated, and the next moment... standing here, whole and unharmed, yet clearly disoriented.

The leader’s eyes widened sharply, fear and confusion merging into immediate urgency. He turned frantically to his vice leader, voice trembling with desperation.

"We—we need to run, now!" he hissed sharply, his eyes darting around in growing panic.

But before they could move even a single step, a searing bolt of lightning crashed violently into the earth before them, illuminating the forest in blinding white light.

Eldric’s towering body emerged calmly from within the dissipating lightning, his presence radiating quiet, terrifying dominance.

Instantly, an overwhelming, suffocating aura exploded outward from Eldric, pressing mercilessly upon the kidnappers.

Their knees buckled beneath the crushing force, sending them crashing painfully to the ground. Both men struggled helplessly, their bodies trembling violently as their faces pressed harshly into the dirt, forced downward by an invisible, irresistible force.

Eldric stepped forward slowly, deliberately, each calm footstep resonating loudly through the oppressive silence.

His very presence intensified with every step he took, further amplifying the pressure grinding them into the earth. Bones creaked painfully, breaths wheezed weakly, and the forest itself seemed to recoil fearfully from Eldric’s silent wrath.

He halted mere inches from them, looking down with cold, impassive eyes, his voice deep, calm, yet carrying an undeniable threat. "Speak," Eldric commanded quietly, his voice resonating with chilling authority. "Who sent you?"

The leader and vice leader exchanged terrified glances, eyes wide with dread, yet neither dared utter a word. Their silence, however, only served to deepen Eldric’s simmering fury.

He stepped calmly toward the trembling vice leader, eyes unflinching, and delivered a precise, brutal kick into the man’s ribs.

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The vice leader’s body flew helplessly through the air, slamming violently into the leader with sickening force, sending both men sprawling backward across the devastated ground.

They landed heavily, coughing and gasping desperately for air, their bodies shaking violently beneath Eldric’s relentless aura. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Eldric approached again, his pace slow, deliberate, each step echoing like the tolling of an inevitable doom. The kidnappers writhed helplessly, pinned brutally to the earth by invisible shackles of overwhelming pressure.

"You should reconsider your silence," Eldric murmured dangerously, eyes gleaming coldly beneath the moonlight. "You have mere moments to answer before I lose what little patience remains."

The leader, his body trembling uncontrollably, finally raised his head fractionally, eyes pleading, voice trembling with terror. "P-please," he rasped weakly, desperation thick in his voice. "We—we are only Draconian hunters who go around targeting lone Draconians. Someone told one of our members that there was a Draconian here."

Eldric’s expression darkened visibly at the kidnapper leader’s trembling words, the previously controlled calm giving way to a dangerously simmering rage.

His piercing eyes narrowed further, coldly assessing the pitiful figures groveling at his feet. He slowly raised one hand, lightning gathering fiercely within his grasp, illuminating the area in stark, sharp contrasts.

Without hesitation, Eldric aimed the gathered bolt of pure lightning at the vice leader’s left leg. The air screamed with electrical fury as the lightning lashed outward, striking precisely with devastating force.

"ARGH!" A guttural, agonized scream tore through the night as the vice leader’s left leg exploded violently in a gruesome spray of blood, charred flesh, and shattered bone.

The man writhed uncontrollably on the scorched ground, screams echoing desperately through the darkened forest, his agony raw and uncontained.

"Don’t test my patience," Eldric said icily, his tone calm yet terrifyingly lethal. "Speak clearly. Who provided you with the information, and what organization do you serve?"

Both kidnappers, now petrified by Eldric’s unyielding cruelty and overwhelming presence, exchanged desperate, terrified glances.

Their breath came ragged, their eyes wide with primal fear, yet neither dared to answer—loyalty, fear of retribution, or something far darker keeping them silent.

Eldric’s cold eyes hardened further, his patience utterly exhausted. Without another word, he raised his hand again, lightning surging once more with merciless intent.

Eldric’s face remained expressionless as he methodically tore their limbs apart—limbs exploding, bones shattering, the stench of scorched flesh thickening the air.

Yet each time their screams threatened to fade into unconsciousness, he coldly administered a high-grade healing elixir, forcibly mending their broken bodies back together, only to repeat the cycle of ruthless destruction.

This horrific process repeated again and again, each cycle pushing the kidnappers further beyond sanity’s threshold. Their initial defiance quickly dissolved into whimpering, pleading, and finally incoherent babbling.

Eldric’s eyes remained chillingly unmoved, his demeanor detached and methodical, as though dissecting mere animals rather than human beings.

Finally, the two kidnappers could bear no more. All that remained before Eldric was a gruesome puddle of scorched blood, charred flesh, and splintered bones, remnants of what had once been hardened Draconian hunters reduced now to broken husks barely clinging to consciousness.

With their resistance utterly shattered, the leader’s rasping voice, barely a whisper now, choked out the truth from deep within his agony. "Insanity Creed... we belong to... Insanity Creed..."

His final words ended in a wet gurgle as he collapsed fully, his consciousness fleeing into merciful oblivion.

Eldric exhaled slowly, his eyes narrowing slightly in distaste. He calmly wiped traces of blood from his hands, utterly unfazed by the carnage he had inflicted.

His cold gaze lingered upon the broken figures before him, now mere shadows of former threats.

"So, they belong to the Insanity Creed," he muttered quietly, his voice tinged with disdain and disgust.

The name was familiar, notorious—a shadowy organization known for brutality, madness, and merciless hunting of powerful creatures and beings, particularly Draconians, as offerings for the demons to descend on this world.

Their methods were infamous, ruthless to the extreme, leaving behind only misery and ruin.

Eldric’s eyes sharpened thoughtfully, his mind rapidly calculating the implications. "Someone deliberately leaked Fiora’s presence... But who, and why?"

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