Infinite Regeneration In The Apocalypse-Chapter 115: Overwhelming Strength!

The Thunder Dragon that had been rampaging through Vogue’s body suddenly found itself being pulled inexorably toward the cocoon. It roared with what sounded like fear and confusion as it was dragged away from Vogue’s physical body and into his inner world.

The cocoon consumed the entire Thunder Dragon, absorbing every bit of its electrical essence. The lightning disappeared completely, converted into pure energy that strengthened the cocoon itself.

The three dragon heads that had already emerged from the cocoon—Time, Frost, and Fire—simply watched the process with expressions of boredom, as though this was completely normal and expected.

Up in the storm clouds, the Second Thunder Dragon was already forming. This one was twice as large as the first and crackled with even more intense blue electricity.

It dove down and struck Vogue just as the first had done.

But the result was exactly the same. The Thunder Dragon roared as it was sucked into Vogue’s inner world and consumed by the golden cocoon. The energy strengthened the physique even further.

The Third Thunder Dragon formed, twice as big again. It met the same fate, absorbed without any real struggle despite its ferocity.

The Fourth Thunder Dragon was significantly larger and its color changed from blue to purple, indicating much greater destructive power. But it too was pulled into the cocoon and devoured completely.

The Fifth and Sixth Thunder Dragons followed the same pattern. Each one was larger and more powerful than the last, but none of them could resist being absorbed by the ancient bloodline.

The players watching from a distance were absolutely stunned. They couldn’t see what was happening inside the building or understand the mechanism, but they noticed that each Thunder Dragon simply... vanished upon striking. There was no battle, no struggle, no resistance. The lightning just disappeared the moment it made contact.

The Seventh Thunder Dragon formed in the clouds, and this one was truly massive. Its color changed from purple to brilliant red, indicating it had reached a new tier of destructive power. It was so large that it destroyed the entire remaining roof structure when it descended, reducing the top three floors to rubble.

But even this red Thunder Dragon was sucked into the cocoon without being able to inflict any lasting damage.

The Eighth Thunder Dragon followed. Then the Ninth.

The Ninth and final Thunder Dragon was the most terrifying of all. The storm clouds within a one-kilometer radius turned pitch black and filled with pure white lightning that crackled between them like a massive web of electricity.

The Ninth Thunder Dragon was even bigger than the building itself, easily ten stories tall and as thick as a house. Its body was made of brilliant white lightning that was so bright it hurt to look at directly. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

This final dragon descended with earth-shaking force, roaring like a real living dragon as though it possessed genuine consciousness and intelligence. The sound alone shattered windows throughout the entire district.

The white Thunder Dragon struck Vogue’s body with devastating impact.

But even as it did, the dragon seemed to realize what was happening. It roared again, and this time the sound carried something that might have been fear or desperation. It struggled violently, trying to pull away and escape, its massive body thrashing and writhing.

But it was too late. The golden cocoon’s pull was absolute and irresistible.

The Ninth Thunder Dragon was dragged kicking and screaming into Vogue’s inner world and consumed completely, just like all the others before it. Its white lightning was absorbed and converted into pure strengthening energy.

The storm clouds above slowly began to disperse as sunlight gradually returned to the city.

Inside what remained of the corporate building, Vogue’s body finally stopped glowing.

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Chapter: The Birth of a Legend

There was a sharp cracking sound that echoed through Vogue’s inner world, cutting through the silence like breaking glass in an empty cathedral.

Another dragon head made entirely of crackling thunder energy suddenly poked out from the golden cocoon, its scales shimmering with barely contained electricity. The dragon’s eyes opened wide, blazing with brilliant white light that illuminated the entire desolate mindscape.

At the same moment, a seed erupted from the depths of the blood-red lake at the center of Vogue’s consciousness. The seed grew with impossible speed, roots plunging deep into the crimson liquid while the trunk shot upward toward the gray clouds above. Within seconds, a massive tree had formed—this one appeared to be made of solidified lightning, its bark crackling with electric energy and its branches reaching toward the heavens like fingers grasping for power.

Vogue had just awakened his fourth dragon head. The Thunder Dragon.

In the physical world, Vogue’s body, which had been glowing like a miniature sun with white light pouring from every crack and pore, finally began to dim. The brilliant radiance slowly faded as the transformation reached its completion.

Thunder continued crackling across his skin in visible arcs of electricity, jumping from his shoulders to his arms, from his chest to his legs, creating a web of lightning that danced across his body like living serpents.

But gradually, even the thunder began to settle and fade. The electrical discharges grew smaller and less frequent until they disappeared entirely. The deep cracks that had formed all across his skin during the tribulation began healing rapidly, knitting together and sealing shut as his enhanced regeneration went to work.

Within thirty seconds, his skin looked completely normal again—smooth and unblemished, showing no sign of the trauma it had just endured.

A comfortable, warm feeling suddenly overwhelmed Vogue’s entire being. It was like sinking into a hot bath after days of freezing cold, or finally resting after an impossibly long journey. The sensation spread through every muscle, every bone, every cell in his body.

But more than comfort, what truly assaulted Vogue’s senses was the strength.

Insane, overwhelming, ridiculous amounts of physical strength that he had never felt before in either of his lives flooded through him like a tidal wave. His muscles felt like they were made of compressed steel springs. His bones felt harder than reinforced titanium. His tendons and ligaments felt like they could support the weight of an entire building without straining.