Reborn as a Devouring Dragon with a System-Chapter 109: Hatching the Dragon Eggs

It had been a day since Drakion killed the Dragon Eater. Now, legends of him and the dragons had spread like wildfire. The world knew—dragons existed. Yet according to those who ventured into the Dragon Ruins, it seemed only Drakion remained.

Everywhere the news reached, people were frantically trying to locate Drakion.

When they also heard of the appearance of the Dragon Eater, most were utterly shaken.

When the Emperors interrogated the survivors, asking if anything had changed or if something akin to doomsday had occurred, they all shook their heads. None remembered witnessing anything so catastrophic. In their minds, all they recalled was Drakion raising his hand—and the next moment, the Dragon Eater began screaming... then died.

If Drakion had heard this—and he would, eventually—he would’ve been deeply shocked. For those who had been within the ruins had no memory whatsoever of the Abyssal Devouring Eye. The eye had erased itself from their minds. And it had only opened five percent.

As for Drakion, after Aurithon vanished, the ruins began to tremble. Then, at that moment—

Ding!

[Due to Host’s mission, a new chamber called "The Setting of the Dragon" has been created.]

That was the notification he heard. Before he could even process it, he felt the ruins shift—as if they were being transported at an immense, incomprehensible speed.

Ding!

[Fusion of the Ruins with "The Setting of the Dragon" Chamber is complete.]

Drakion immediately sensed the change. Though the ruins still looked the same, the eerie death aura that once haunted them was gone. In its place, rich Draconic Originat now flowed through every corner. The sun shone with a divine golden light. Peace. Serenity. Calm.

The dragon skeletons glowed faintly with golden luminescence.

Drakion removed his mask, gazing upon the scene with a quiet, solemn smile. He would make sure they were remembered. This journey through the Dragon Ruins had shown him one harsh truth—the enemies of dragons were far more terrifying and ancient than he had ever imagined.

As he prepared to leave the ruins, a door appeared before him.

When he stepped through, he found himself back in the corridor of the Devouring Dragon Palace—standing before a shining portal engraved with the words: "The Setting of the Dragons."

It was then he realized how truly defiant the system was. How it had fused the ruins into the palace was something he couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

Now that everything had settled, Drakion turned his thoughts toward creating new bodies for the dragon souls. The system had only asked for one thing—vast resources for the Dragon Pool. Once provided, the Dragon Pool would handle the rest.

Since then, Drakion had been steadily leveling up while also gathering corpses for the Dragon Pool. He never forgot to collect dragon eggs either. According to the system, the pool had the power to hatch them.

Drakion spent an entire day immersed in this task. Meanwhile, across the continent, the people were in an uproar. None had expected Drakion to resurface so boldly after such a cataclysmic display.

But honestly, Drakion no longer feared being discovered.

His encounter with the Dragon Eater had changed him. It had made him realize how shallow his thoughts had been. Why fear other races... when there existed a race created solely to devour them?

The Dragons.

And those he sought revenge against—the Nightmares of Dragons.

After a full day of relentless hunting and leveling up, he returned to the palace using his teleportation skill. Wasting no time, he rushed toward the Dragon Pool, dropping all the resources he had gathered from the hunt.

Dragon blood began to pour from the dragon’s mouth as it entered the pool, filling it to the brim with surging, primal energy. Drakion didn’t rush—he knew the Dragon Pool couldn’t contain all the dragons at once, but the system assured him not to worry.

He placed all their souls inside, watching as their bodies were reconstructed. Though their dragon forms were currently at their smallest, the essence was real. While the resurrection process unfolded, Drakion opened his status screen:

Host: Drake Vorr

Race: Dragon

Level: 49

EXP: 10,000,000 / 10,000,000

Bloodline: Devouring Dragon Bloodline (Awakened)

Affinity: Death, Devour, Sword, Thunder, Blood, Poison, Fire, Ice, Scythe

HP: 4500 / 4500

MP: 6000 / 6000

STR: 1,770

AGI: 1,770

INT: 1,845

DEX: 1,770

STA: 1,770

DEF: 1,755

Skills: Devour, Dragon Breath, Phantom Step, Dragonoid Summoning, Death Crescent Slash...

DP: 3,912,000

Inventory: Death Reaper

Stat Points: Nil

With the slaying of the Dragon Eater and the countless beasts he had hunted, he was now just a step away from entering the Origin Saint Realm. But he couldn’t level up—not yet. According to the system, he needed to comprehend and internalize a Law before breaking through. This revelation left Drakion with a pounding headache.

ROAR! ROAR!

A collective, thunderous Draconic roar burst forth as the dragons reawakened. Drakion turned to look at them, smiling without even realizing it. They all transformed into their human forms.

"Greetings, Emperor," they chorused, voices reverent.

Drakion didn’t notice the tears trailing down his cheek—tears of joy.

"It’s good to see that you’re all okay," he said with a smile, pulling them into a heartfelt embrace.

After spending a few precious moments in reunion, his attention shifted to the two dormant dragons.

He brought out the golden egg and the stone egg, then added the extra resources he’d set aside just for them. As he placed both eggs into the Dragon Pool, they immediately began absorbing the dragon blood, as if quenching a bottomless thirst.

Drakion stood stunned as the eggs drank in the blood like it was water.

Ten minutes passed.

These prodigal eggs were still consuming dragon blood without pause. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

CRACK! CRACK!

Fractures began to form on the surface of the golden dragon egg. Each passing minute widened the cracks as the pool’s energy was devoured. Then suddenly—

CRASH!

The eggshell shattered into glimmering fragments.

ROAR!

A mighty Draconic roar echoed through the chamber as the spectral image of a golden dragon emerged above the egg. Light radiated from its form, cloaking the entire pool in a divine glow. Its scales gleamed like burnished gold, and the aura it exuded was regal—cleansing, commanding.

Even those without royal bloodlines almost fell to their knees beneath its pressure. Those with them? They too trembled.

Ding!

[You have gained the Golden Dragon Bloodline]