Mage Adam

The allied races were furious.

They had honored their ancestors' will, guarding the world's edge for centuries without faltering. Their sole aim was to protect the fragmented origin from further harm. But now, the Dragon Slayer Guild, which had promised peace, had sparked a war. They spread forbidden magic widely. Feeling deceived, these races emerged from their ancestral lands, heading to the Racial Union Zone, seeking answers from the Dragon Slayer Guild.

Unsurprisingly, the war-seekers paid no attention. They even killed the allied races' envoys, aiming to provoke them further. To them, enlarging the scale of war mattered more than the number of enemies they had.

The peace-seekers, however, were troubled. They had to counter the war-seekers' relentless assaults while pacifying the races who knew the truth. This series of events left them overwhelmed, unable to spare forces to pursue Adam.

There was a silver lining for the peace-seeker, though. The 'peripheral members' they had nurtured among the dragons for years were finally making an impact. Some dragons began siding with the peace-seekers, ceasing their indiscriminate destruction and turning against the war-seekers.

After initial anger, the dragons realized that their true home, the Dragon Plane, was irreplaceable for them. If the world was utterly destroyed, they too would face dire consequences.

After a brief existence, the City of Freedom became history. Adam, without any hesitation, destroyed the city and headed towards the Racial Union Zone.

Surprisingly, Adam faced no obstruction from the peace-seeker on his journey. The only threats he encountered were dragon slayers lured by the sight of young dragons in the sky, but they were easily dealt with.

The shape-shifting talent Adam acquired from the werewolves proved immensely useful. It exceeded his expectations, allowing him to compress and concentrate bloodline and energy in remarkable ways.

Adam had now shrunk to a mere three meters in size. His flesh and blood were replaced by solid ice elements, yet his bloodline and energy storage capacity remained unchanged. The energy that once filled his fifteen-meter frame now only occupied thirty percent of his current form, making him more than three times stronger than before.

However, Adam felt some regret. Despite the increase in power, this change in quantity still did not lead to a qualitative change. Elemental energy, no matter how concentrated, was no match for magic.

"So, how strong are you now, master?" the devil asked.

After some consideration, Adam replied, "If the dragons don't receive higher-level energy inheritance after reaching adulthood, then Okov will no longer be a match for me."

In this world, knowledge and energy determine a being's strength. With limited soil for knowledge, energy becomes the deciding factor. Adam's total energy was now comparable to Okov's.

It had taken days to reach the ice plains before, but now, in just a day, he was nearing the outskirts of the Racial Union Zone.

"We must stop that frost dragon. He's making things worse!" An urgent meeting was being held at Dragon Slayer Guild's temporary headquarters in Aburu City, in the peace-seeker's camp.

"Morris, we can't," argued Bru. "We've already lost over twenty comrades to him. He's too cunning, never giving us a chance to surround him. And he's too fast. None of us can stop him one-on-one."

Over thirty remnants from the Cthulhu world were gathered, their robes removed to reveal their repulsive heads, their expressions filled with helpless anger.

"Damn it! He's forcing us into a corner!" Bru slammed his fist on the armrest of his chair, which shattered into pieces. His anger had reached its peak.

"Calm down, Bru. Maybe this is what he wants to see."

"The Racial Union Zone isn't like the ice plains. We can't act freely here without inciting public outrage. The dragons and allied races won't allow it," the envoys lamented. They were walking radiation sources, and using their full powers would spell doom for all ordinary races within range, provoking the already pacified races.

"What about the dragons? Haven't they said anything about the trouble they caused?" Bru began, but was cut off by a cold, powerful dragon. A massive creature landed outside the hall, shattering the ceiling.

***Thud.***

As the envoys brushed off debris, resisting their rising fury, they looked up to see a pair of emotionless, gigantic eyes staring down at them.

"My child, Chris Frost. Where is he now?"

The envoys brushed aside the falling bricks and stone, replying coldly, "Okov, that's not your child. He's an invader from another world!"

Okov's gaze remained unaltered as he spoke with a rumbling voice, "No, no, no, that is my child. I am fortunate to have a child from a different plane. He carries my bloodline, and rightfully belongs to me."

"Greed! Foolishness!" Bru flew up to confront Okov, scolding angrily, "He only brings disaster. You will gain nothing from him!"

Okov blinked and breathed out a disdainful dragon's breath towards him. "You monsters have no right to defame the noble dragon race. Compared to my child, you are the true disasters."

The envoys swiftly took to the sky, restraining the growling Bru. Morris, the leader of the envoys, spoke seriously, "Okov, I must remind you, less than a month ago your child was a fifteen-meter-tall adult dragon. Now, he is less than three meters tall but far more powerful than before."

Okov responded solemnly, "I know. I believe he has awakened some ancient and powerful dragon heritage. As a member of the dragon race, he is obliged to share this heritage."

Bru broke free from the grasp, furiously retorting, "He's an invader. His abilities don't belong to you. No one knows if his powers might accelerate the world's demise."

Unmoved, Okov stressed, "No, it is a dragon heritage. Now, tell me his location. The wandering child should return to his father's side."

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