First Legendary Dragon: Starting With The Limitless System-Chapter 271: Wandering

Within the boundless azure expanse of Orion’s Sea of Consciousness, a serene stillness had reigned uninterrupted for months.

His consciousness remained confined to the form of a delicate golden flame—small, fragile, yet steadily burning as if someone had poured a lifetime supply of premium-grade gasoline into his soul and walked off whistling.

Though time crawled at a pace too slow to measure, Orion wasted none of it. He unraveled and absorbed every fragment of knowledge he held—perfecting his understanding of Runic Inscriptions and Mana Circuits, honing his mental swordplay and Elemental Sword Auras, and immersing himself in the elemental theories of Fire, Water, Earth, Metal, Wood, Ice, Wind, Thunder, and Poison.

He had carefully visualized and crafted complex spells in his mind, mapping their theoretical structures and precise rune formations in incredible detail.

But without the ability to engrave them into the very fabric of his Sea of Consciousness, these creations remained intangible dreams, shimmering just beyond reach.

Finally, after an immeasurable span of intense study and mental cultivation, Orion let out a long, weary exhale. His tiny, luminous eyes slowly opened atop the flickering golden flame, looking around the endless azure domain with a fresh awareness.

He blinked once, then twice, gradually becoming conscious of a subtle yet distinct shift in his surroundings. The azure expanse, once faintly translucent and gently swirling, had grown noticeably denser, its ethereal currents thicker and more robust.

The entire realm felt somehow heavier, more tangible, as though the very essence of his Sea of Consciousness had strengthened considerably over these months.

"A few months have passed," Orion whispered thoughtfully, his voice softly echoing in the boundless expanse, "and I haven’t even slept once yet..."

He paused, observing the altered environment with newfound curiosity. "This place... it’s definitely changed. The mana feels richer, denser now."

Driven by curiosity, he instinctively attempted to move, expecting resistance as before—but suddenly, his small golden flame effortlessly drifted forward, gliding through the thickened azure currents. His eyes widened sharply in astonishment, flickering brighter with a surge of excitement.

"I can finally move?" Orion exclaimed in disbelief, his voice tinged with exhilaration. With newfound freedom, he swiftly propelled himself forward, instinctively seeking out the place where his Affinity Runes should reside.

Eager anticipation quickened his pace. Over the countless days of immobility, he had repeatedly pondered the current state of his Affinity Runes—would they have strengthened or evolved in parallel with his Sea of Consciousness?

As he approached the familiar location within the azure expanse, Orion’s excitement quickly waned, replaced by a growing apprehension. His tiny flame-form slowed, eventually stopping entirely as his gaze fell upon the sight before him.

Floating silently in the dense azure currents were three familiar yet heartbreakingly damaged Affinity Runes—Fire, Wood, and Thunder.

Each rune hovered weakly, their once radiant surfaces now riddled with deep cracks, their intricate patterns barely recognizable.

The powerful, vibrant glow they had once emitted was utterly dimmed, replaced by a faint, sputtering radiance that seemed dangerously close to extinguishing entirely.

The sight made Orion taste something bitter in his nonexistent mouth, frustration filling his flaming body. His small golden flame flickered dimly, reflecting his sullen emotions.

For a long, heavy moment, he stared silently at the damaged runes, absorbing the gravity of his losses.

He gritted his teeth and said slowly, "I swear on Echo’s soul I’ll find the base of those damn bastards and raze it to the ground!"

He sighed softly, a weary note of resignation creeping into his tone. "Haaa... it matters little now, even if I could go back in time, I would make the same choice."

Yet, as Orion observed the damaged Affinity Runes, a faint resolve gradually took root within him once more. Slowly, determination replaced disappointment in his tiny eyes, reigniting the steady brilliance of his golden flame.

"Still, it’s not irreversible," he muttered quietly, more to reassure himself than anything else. "My foundation is damaged, but it’s not destroyed. I can rebuild—no, I will rebuild."

He moved gently closer, examining the damaged runes with renewed clarity, his gaze thoughtful and analytical.

His thorough mastery of Mana Circuits and Runic Inscription theories over these past months had given him insights he previously lacked.

"I’ve grown considerably in knowledge during this time," he murmured to himself, feeling quite good about it now, "Reconstructing these runes wouldn’t be a problem. Not only that—I can make them stronger, more efficient. More... perfect."

He floated quietly before the damaged Affinity Runes, regarding them not merely as losses, but as opportunities to reforge all his affinity runes with the immense knowledge he now possessed.

"But..." he softly said, exhaling a sigh, "I wonder if I took any more losses? This is merely the Affinity Runes. My soul, bloodlines, and physique are my true foundation. As for my soul..."

He glanced downward at his floating flickering flame. He couldn’t be sure if it was good or bad, but his soul seemed to be glowing in three distinct shades.

"...I wonder how my soul will look at the Soul Embodiment Stage." He softly exhaled, feeling as if he was getting old due to all the exhales.

Orion’s gaze slowly shifted from the damaged Affinity Runes, moving ahead to where numerous empty spots hovered silently within the thick, azure currents.

These vacant areas were once teeming with intricate spells meticulously carved into the fabric of his Sea of Consciousness, now reduced to nothingness, their absence a stark reminder of the heavy price he had paid.

Yet surprisingly, Orion found himself relatively unfazed by the loss. His small, flickering flame-form bobbed gently as he shrugged nonchalantly, accepting this setback with a kind of casual resignation.

"Well," he murmured lightly, his voice carrying a hint of mild amusement, "I can just engrave the spells again. Might as well just engrave all the Tier 3 or higher spells next time around. This can even be an opportunity to build them up properly from scratch."

He paused briefly, considering the immense depth of knowledge he had accumulated during these solitary months.

Indeed, with his current level of comprehension, recreating these spells—and even crafting superior versions—would now be an easier and far more rewarding task.

Satisfied with this positive outlook, Orion gently moved his golden flame form and moved on through the dense azure currents. His next destination within this vast inner domain was clear in his mind: the Eye of Revelation rune.

As Orion arrived before the designated area, his flickering flame abruptly halted, and his eyes widened in stark disbelief.

Floating silently, the incredibly complex and intricate rune representing his Eye of Revelation skill was clearly fractured, its delicate internal pathways visibly disrupted, and its formerly pristine glow now intermittent and weak.

A wave of intense frustration surged through Orion, causing his delicate flame-form to briefly flare brighter in agitation.

"What the fuck!?" he exclaimed sharply, voice echoing in the boundless expanse. "This is some bullshit! How can a Supreme Grade ability be broken during fights between mere fucking mortals?"

Orion stared incredulously at the damaged rune, the frustration within him only deepening. Carefully, he floated closer, scrutinizing every fractured segment, desperately searching for clues or explanations.

His mind raced, rapidly cycling through possible reasons—each one increasingly improbable or unsatisfactory.

Yet, despite his exhaustive analysis, Orion found no conclusive answers. The damage defied logical explanation, and the more he examined it, the deeper his frustration grew. Eventually, he let out a weary sigh of resignation, accepting defeat for now.

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