Game World: I Can Share Talents-Chapter 76: Your Head for My New Life

The Legendary True Dragon arrogantly raised its head. It strode leisurely, step by step, toward the trembling Reiya, who was struggling even to stand. Looking down at the tiny, silver-haired girl with its crimson, slitted pupils, it spoke:

"You truly have made a fool of me. My dignity, my wealth, even my Clan—all lost to your shameful deception. Heh, heh, ha, ha, ha... A beautiful job, truly. Should I praise your audacity? To think you could subvert my domain with a complete and utter lie. I suppose that is a skill in itself."

Despite being deceived and suffering such a great humiliation, his thousand years of wealth turned to ashes, Scorching Wings still suppressed his rage and did not immediately tear her to shreds.

As a True Dragon, he posed one final question:

"......I will ask only once. Dragon who bears the Blood of the Divine Ancestor, who exactly are you?"

"Who am I?"

Reiya tightened her grip on the Sword Spear, which was wreathed in Azure Thunder. The breath of Scorching Wings surged across the ruins, a crimson fluid that lashed against her body.

"TSSSSSS—"

Even with her high-purity Dragon Blood and the Dragon Thunder Barrier she had instantly raised—which made her almost immune to the damage from [Dragon Break]—the breath of Scorching Wings still caused Reiya’s fair skin to split and tear. Blood gushed out, exposing ghastly white bone, and a soul-searing agony clung to her like a shadow.

Yet this scorching pain, enough to incinerate any ordinary person’s sanity, only made Reiya knit her brows slightly. In fact, it helped her focus.

She looked around at the devastation, searching for any sign of Westheid.

Of course, she found nothing. Within the range of [Dragon Break], aside from a hybrid like herself, it was unlikely any non-Dragon life could have survived.

"West..."

The Silver-haired Dragon Lady lowered her gaze. With no sight of Westheid, a rending pain and loneliness nearly crushed her.

’Everyone else has been wiped out. I’m the only one left to face the Legendary True Dragon. The outcome is practically a foregone conclusion.’

’The Secret Realm Trial will end because of this. Even though I managed to evacuate and save enough civilians beforehand, and the Trial mission could be considered somewhat successful, it’s still a far cry from what I want.’

’A merely "decent" result in the Trial won’t be enough to earn a personal commendation from the Radiant Holy Tree. I have to achieve something undeniable!’

’Only then! Only then can I make a wish to the Divine Ancestor and receive the miracle I need to bring my life from less than zero back to square one!’

’I have to consider that this might be my one and only chance. I don’t have another three years to wait.’

The Silver-haired Dragon Lady exhaled softly and pressed her forehead against the edge of her Sword Spear. The surrounding flames were still scorching, but all Reiya felt was cold.

Compared to the inferno blazing within her heart, the dying embers of Scorching Wings were insignificant.

"West did everything he promised. Now... it’s my turn."

"It’s fine. West said I could win. No... not that I *can*. I *must*... I must... Definitely! Absolutely!"

"I will be victorious. I can succeed. I must protect the only thing I have left..."

Seeing Reiya trembling and muttering to herself, Scorching Wings barked sharply:

"What are you muttering about? Don’t even think of deceiving me again!"

Under the gaze of Scorching Wings, Reiya raised her head. Her stunningly beautiful and dauntless expression held a cold resolve that made even the Legendary True Dragon flinch.

In her one remaining, magnificent Cang Tong, the beautiful mix of indigo and azure blue held no catchlight or focus, yet it overflowed with the light of thunder.

That gaze held no fear, no anger. It was not the look of someone facing a world-destroying Legendary Giant Dragon.

Instead, it was as if she were looking at an inanimate object. Though she was looking up, her gaze was looking down.

"CLACK—"

Scorching Wings instinctively took half a step back, only to realize its own reflexive action. A profound sense of shame immediately welled up.

’Even for an enemy who wields Dragon Thunder, such a frail power shouldn’t make me feel fear!’

"I will tell you who I am."

Reiya said calmly, a stark contrast to the frantic madness in her whispers just moments before.

She raised her head, and pure Azure Thunder materialized around her, dancing joyfully.

"I am the Dragon-blooded Hybrid, abandoned and cursed by the world!"

Reiya’s long silver hair danced in the swirling thunder and storm. The overflowing Dragon Thunder, having devoured more than its fill, was no longer content to remain in a purely energetic form.

It gathered, solidified, and assembled on the Dragon Girl’s fair back, guided by her will.

The lightning bolts interwove like the branches of a tree, forming a pair of resplendent Light Wings for Reiya.

"I am the one who has nothing, broken and punished a thousand times over!"

Reiya stepped forward, one foot after another, pushing her potential in a near-suicidal fashion.

Dragon Thunder was not something that came from nothing. It was, in essence, the tangible manifestation of a Dragon’s very being—materialized True Soul energy.

Forcibly generating Dragon Thunder and crudely shaping it was no different from stabbing oneself in the brain.

Reiya could feel her body pushed beyond its limits. The [Dragon Soul Furnace] had devoured far more flesh and soul than it could contain, so much that even the [Withered Glory Sun] could no longer digest it.

But if it was merely pain... that had no effect on Reiya.

Compared to her determination, pain was utterly insignificant.

"I am the insatiable one who craves a future and happiness!"

With a passionate cry, Reiya channeled even more thunder into the Sword Spear in her hand. The pure, azure-green lightning even began to erupt with dazzling golden specks of light.

"BANG! BANG! BANG—"

The Sword Spear was completely reforged by the surging Dragon Thunder. Its original energy storage unit shattered, the precious alloy materials disassociating and re-forming into a vessel to contain the dazzling golden thunder.

Fire within light, thunder within fire.

The clear and pure light-thunder gathered the rampant energy, which was then encircled by free-floating metal and grasped in the Dragon Girl’s palm.

Reiya raised her arm, the tip of her Sword Spear aimed directly at Scorching Wings. Her declarations, each more impassioned than the last, now sounded eerily calm.

They were no longer declarations, but a cold judgment and a statement of fact.

"I will take your head, and in exchange, I will claim my new life."

"!!!"

Scorching Wings had been shocked that Reiya could wield Dragon Thunder to such a degree, and a sense of fear and hesitation had begun to creep in. But upon hearing those words, rage at being so utterly disdained consumed everything.

It was true that killing Solren and unleashing [Dragon Break] had consumed too much of his Magic Power and stamina. The Legendary True Dragon’s condition was not good; one could even say it was poor.

’But a Dragon’s pride is more important than its life! If I were to flee because of a slim chance of defeat, I, Scorching Wings, might as well kill myself!’

"Ha, hahahaha!! Good! Good! Good! If that is your answer, then I don’t care who you are! Die!!"

Its vast, broad wings beat, stirring up crimson ash.

The battle was joined once more!