Solo Leveling: Ragnarok

Siddharth Bachchan, the hero of India, had finally shown himself—as well as the radiant fragment of a blue star embedded in the center of his forehead.

Once a National Level Hunter, Siddharth had abandoned that title to serve as a high priest of the Church of the Outer Gods. But that wasn’t all. Unlike the previous high priest, Hwang Dongsoo, he had fully adapted to the dragon blood and transformed into the first of his kind—Mutant No. 1.

Wings resembling those of a dragon unfurled from the guild master’s back, and massive dragon horns, interlocking in a crown-like shape, emerged from his head. His body was encased in shimmering dragon scales. He was a perfect blend of human and dragon.

While other mutants showed signs of incompleteness, Siddharth was pristine. A follower of the Itarim had fused with his body, subduing the chaos within and stabilizing him entirely.

“Young Monarch! It’s a follower of the Itarim!” Beru shouted, emerging from Suho’s shadow. He instantly recognized the Outer Gods’ energy in Siddharth’s body.

Hovering high above, the guild master gazed down at Suho, his brow furrowed with disbelief. This was unthinkable. A human capable of withstanding the sheer power of Dragon’s Fear? Impossible.

“No human could resist this power… Not even Liu Zhigang!” Siddharth muttered. Even the mighty Chinese hunter had been paralyzed with fear, unable to move.

A sudden image flashed through Siddharth’s mind—a man from an era long forgotten, erased from time. There had been a hunter just as strong as Liu, or rather, much stronger. His eyes widened in astonishment as his name surfaced in his memory.

“Can it be… Sung Jinwoo?!”

No!Impossible! Siddharth immediately dismissed the notion. It had been decades! Even Jinwoo, the strongest hunter on Earth and rumored to surpass all hunters of his time, was only human. By now he would have aged, just like Siddharth himself.

This hunter—young, barely in his twenties—couldn’t possibly be Sung Jinwoo. Though he seemed to be of the same nationality as Jinwoo, his youthful appearance made such a connection absurd.

Besides, the moment Siddharth regained his memories, his first act had been to search for Sung Jinwoo in South Korea, hoping to persuade—or force—him into becoming a dragonkin warrior. However, that plan had failed.

He was nowhere to be found! Shockingly, Jinwoo had vanished from the world at the same time as the Great Cataclysm, leaving no trace behind.

It’s not him. Impossible! But even if it were, what did it matter? He was now far stronger than this young hunter. In this world without Sung Jinwoo, only Siddharth Bachchan could be humanity’s savior.

A blue glow of ghostly energy erupted from Siddharth’s eyes. I am the one chosen by the gods!

“Perfect! If this experiment is stronger than Liu, all the better!” Reaching out with a hand cloaked in dragon scales, he shouted, “Seize him! Bring him before me, my soldiers! Advance!”

The sky filled with the deafening roars of the dragonkin. Their wings spread wide as they unleashed their attacks on Suho, a hostile wind slicing through the air toward him.

“S-Suho!” Esil screamed from a distance, her body paralyzed by Dragon’s Fear. She could only watch in terror, her voice carried on the wind.

Nearby, Liu and Rio were equally powerless. No one understood how Suho endured such overwhelming terror, yet they all shared the singular hope that he would survive the onslaught.

“I’ll create an opening!” Liu managed to shout. He could not let a young man with such a bright future die so pointlessly. If Suho truly was a hunter capable of growth, his strength would only increase with time. One day he would become the world’s last protector, the final line of defense between the human race and annihilation. He would be like Jinwoo.

Liu clenched his weapons, determination gleaming in his eyes. He would protect Suho at any cost. His own body had already aged, so the future of humanity had to be left to young people who had potential.

The Chinese hunter’s eyes filled with resolve, his body drenched in cold sweat. Blood streamed from his lips as he gritted his teeth. Fighting against the crushing fear that rooted his feet to the ground, he gripped his swords tightly.

“Suho!” Liu bellowed, channeling all his energy into a desperate strike. His arms swelled as if about to burst. “Run! Now!”

Liu swung his blade toward Siddharth high above. A brilliant arc of energy tore through the sky, slicing the dragonkin mid-flight. Wings tore, and bodies were split in half. Blue blood rained down like a storm.

Still, even such a powerful attack did not reach Siddharth. “Is that the best you can do, Liu?” he said arrogantly, giving a light flap of his wings. A barrier of blue aura materialized, effortlessly deflecting the weakened energy from the sword.

“Even at your best, you’re no match for me. An old, worn-out body like yours dares to resist? Surrender to me, become my soldier, and…” As those words escaped Siddharth’s lips, the Star Fragment on his forehead began to glow, his eyes filling with madness. “I will grant you the glory of becoming an apostle of the great Itarim, just like me.”

The Star Fragment pulsed with power, and an explosion of blue energy suddenly hurled Liu to the ground. Dragonkin swooped in, their claws and teeth tearing at him, mercilessly slashing his vulnerable body.

The aged hunter slammed into the ground, blood spurting from his mouth. He hadn’t gone down without a fight, however—his sword was lodged in the chest of the dragonkin who had attacked him, causing it to shriek and collapse.

“Impressive. But that’s all you’re capable of,” Siddharth said with disinterest. His gaze had long since shifted to Suho, the true focus of his attention.

Right on cue, the dragonkin, consumed by madness, launched their frenzied attacks at the young hunter.

However, Suho only stood his ground, smiling through the onslaught. At level ninety-nine, the dragonkin barely registered as a threat to him. They were little more than a distraction.

“Tsk.” Antares wore a disapproving expression, but he could not break his promise to Jinwoo. “It seems you have won the right.”

Ding!

[You’ve received rewards for completing the job change quest.]

[Would you like to accept the rewards?] (Y/N)

“Accept reward!” Suho said immediately, receiving the reward from Antares.

Ding!

[You have acquired the title “Qualification of the King of Dragons.”]

Suho’s eyes flew wide open as a scorching heat surged from deep within his chest. The tremendous energy coiled through his body like a serpent, transforming into a storm of black and red flames.

“Grrgh!”

Through the searing pain, he gritted his teeth, catching a glimpse of Ragna—or rather, Antares—grinning at him. “Endure it if you can. Your trial has only just begun.”

[Title: Qualification of the King of Dragons]

[You have met the minimum requirement to receive the Trial of the King of Dragons.

Antares, the Monarch of Destruction and the King of Dragons, has acknowledged the player’s eligibility.

- Effect “Heart of the King of Dragons”: +100,000 to mana]

A massive reservoir of mana appeared on the right side of Suho’s chest, and its overwhelming force coursed violently through his body. Each heartbeat came with excruciating pain, the mana radiating from the heart of the King of Dragons tearing through him like a storm and pummeling his insides.

Suho’s HP, full after leveling up moments ago, began plummeting rapidly. But even as the agony threatened to swallow him whole, he clenched his teeth and suppressed his screams. This was a matter of pride. He had declared that he would carry on with the power of a Monarch who had died to his father. Showing weakness now was not an option.

The pain only intensified, and he nearly lost his balance as his mind threatened to black out.

At that moment, a dragonkin that had evaded Liu’s attack lunged toward Suho, its jaws wide open and its teeth gleaming menacingly.

“No!”

“I-it’s dangerous!”

Cries of alarm from Suho’s companions filled the air.

“E-enough,” Suho said, his hand moving slowly toward the dragonkin despite the flames wracking his body. Shockingly, it halted mid-attack as though frozen in place.

“Huh?”

Liu and the others stared in astonishment.

The battlefield fell eerily silent. The wind ceased, and every dragonkin froze in its tracks, their confusion evident even on their monstrous faces.

“Wh-what is this?!” Siddharth shouted, his voice cutting through the stillness. “What the hell are you doing?”

Suho, still engulfed in flames, fought to endure the relentless heat. It was so strong that he felt his skin would melt right off. The pain, however, made him understand something at the very core of his being. The Heart of the King of Dragons was a shocking ability that gave him the capacity for a staggering 100,000 additional mana. With this immense pool of mana, he could summon all the shadow soldiers he needed.

But that wasn’t what mattered now—what truly mattered was that Antares had acknowledged him. He had proven himself worthy of inheriting his power. Which means…

Understanding dawned on Suho. Despite the agony, he instinctively issued a command to all “dragons” within earshot, his voice resonating with undeniable authority. “All of you. Stop.”

It was a simple order. The dragonkin quivered as the command rippled through the battlefield.

“Kneel before me.”

One sentence was enough. In an instant, the dragon blood coursing through the creatures responded to Suho’s voice. Against their will, their wings froze, and they began plummeting from the sky like meteors.

“That’s right,” Antares said, grinning with apparent satisfaction.

The real Trial of the King of Dragons hadn’t even begun—Suho was only standing at the starting line. Still, even this was more than enough to control these inferior constructs, created with no more than a few drops of dragon blood.

“The King of the Dragons reigns above them all,” Antares said.

The dragonkin crashed to the ground like falling debris, shaking the earth with their impact.

“Wh-what in the world? How is this possible?!” Siddharth bellowed from above, his voice tinged with disbelief and fear. He felt his own dragon blood, the greatest amount of all the dragonkin, stirring in response to the young hunter’s command. With the power of the Itarim within him, he only just managed to stand his ground.

Flames of black and red swirling around his body, Suho looked up at Siddharth. “That leaves… just you.”

[Status Window]

[Name: Sung Suho

Level: 99

Job: None

Title: Qualification of the King of Dragons, Wolf Slayer, Natural Enemy of Insects, Demon Slayer

HP: 52,641/96,140

MP: 113,699/113,699]

[Stats]

[Strength: 204

Stamina: 108

Agility: 108

Intelligence: 117(+10)

Sense: 108 (+5)

(Available Ability Points: 0)]

[Skills]

[Passive Skills:

Pain Tolerance - Level 7, Dual Sword Mastery - Level 3,

Fighting - Level 1, (Unknown) - Level Max]

[Active Skills:

Ruler’s Authority - Level 1, Shadow Extraction - Level 2,

Shadow Preservation - Level 1, Monarch’s Domain - Level 1,

Storm Slash - Level 3, Giant’s Armor - Level 1,

Iron Body Technique - Level 4, Bloodlust - Level 1,

Meadow Wind - Level 1 (Divine Possession only), Elven Footstep - Level 1]

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