Only I Awaken The Forbidden SSS-Rank Dragons

"Ashkar, let's fuse."

Aleron was unwilling to fuse with the new dragon for now, since he wanted her to grow stronger first.

Only when the time was right would he fuse with both dragons, commanding fire and water together—a thought that sent a thrill through his mind.

Ashkar quickly nodded. 'Yes, Dad!'

The moment the dragon finished speaking, his figure became a blur of speed. He dove into Aleron's chest like a bolt of living light.

A violent surge of Origin Energy erupted outward, a storm so intense it blinded everyone.

The ground split, the air roared, and flames and raw force spiraled in a violent cyclone.

When the smoke and dust finally parted, Aleron stood transformed—two meters tall, wings spread wide, scales glistening with molten light.

His presence radiated a suffocating pressure that made even the ten Origin Experts and their Summoned Beasts take an involuntary step back.

His Infernal Eyes flared open, drinking in the battlefield.

The instant they activated, one hundred units of Origin Energy vanished from his reserves.

In the same breath, the air shimmered, and a hundred creatures of living flame took form mid-air.

Fire Spirits!

They howled in unison, a chorus of crackling embers, before rushing outwards.

The surrounding landscape ignited under their touch.

The guards froze for a fraction of a second—shocked—before expressions of greedy satisfaction crossed their faces.

They thought they had guessed his Origin Ability, mistaking the summoned Fire Spirits as the source of his power.

They were wrong… but not entirely. Aleron did have an Origin Ability—just not the one they imagined.

The Fire Spirits obeyed his will, swarming the guards and their summons like a tide of burning predators.

Upon impact, they burst in miniature explosions, forcing shields to flare and armor to char.

Aleron knew the spirits alone would not kill these veterans, but they would drain stamina, fracture formation, and force errors.

He moved.

His body became a streak of crimson-gold, speed amplified beyond mortal tracking.

In a blink, he appeared beside a guard still fending off two combusting Fire Spirits.

The man barely turned before Aleron's claw blurred.

The impact was wet and final. The guard's torso split open in a spray of blood.

His contracted beast—a massive red-scaled serpent—screamed in rage, scales bristling as it lunged.

Its maw gaped, spraying a stream of glowing red liquid that hissed when it touched the ground.

Corrosive!

Aleron pivoted sharply, the fluid sizzling past where he stood a heartbeat earlier.

He slammed a foot into the earth, launching forward like a cannonball.

A thunderous bang sounded as his claw tore through the serpent's skull, spraying fragments and brain matter.

Two deaths had occurred instantly in two heartbeats.

The sudden brutality sent shockwaves through the enemy ranks.

The remaining guards staggered, instinctively retreating.

But Aleron was already gone from their sight again.

He reappeared behind another guard, claws raking down the man's back, cutting through flesh, bone, and armor as if they were paper. The man dropped without a scream.

A summoned wolf the size of a carriage lunged from the side, teeth flashing. Aleron caught its jaws mid-bite, muscles locking like iron.

With a vicious twist, he snapped its neck and hurled the carcass into a cluster of three guards, knocking them sprawling.

The flames roared higher, heat pressing in like a solid wall. Shadows danced wildly, broken only by the glint of claws and steel.

"Stay together! Formation—!" one guard shouted, but his command was swallowed by chaos as Fire Spirits dove into their ranks, detonating in blinding flashes.

Aleron blurred again, his wings cutting through smoke. Claws ripped, tails smashed, teeth tore.

A falcon swooped down from above, but he spun mid-air, catching it and crushing its fragile frame in a single squeeze.

The ground became a graveyard—smoldering corpses of men and beasts littered the burning street.

Bang!

Another guard fell.

Bang!

A summoned stallion burst apart in flames and gore.

By the time Aleron tore through the seventh guard, his system chimed.

[Congratulations, Origin Devourer, on devouring a C-grade Origin Ability: Frequency Communication.]

[Do you wish to continue enhancement of C-grade Metal Control?]

Aleron's killing slowed. He scanned the translucent words, then exhaled in mild disappointment.

'How useless' Aleron was really looking forward to getting a useful origin ability like the metal control which he had.

But it seemed getting such would be very difficult!

'Go ahead with the enhancement,' he commanded silently, dismissing the notification.

A guard with a spear tried to take advantage of his momentary pause, thrusting for his heart.

Aleron sidestepped, grabbed the weapon shaft, and yanked the man forward into a brutal knee strike that shattered his skull.

His eyes locked on the remaining enemies, a predatory smile curving his lips.

He surged forward again, smashing into two guards at once.

The first died instantly as Aleron's claws punched through his chest.

The second tried to retreat, but Aleron's tail swept sideways, folding his ribs with a sickening crunch.

Another notification flashed. Another useless ability. Another enhancement to Metal Control.

The battlefield fell silent for a moment—only the crackle of fire and the hiss of melting stone filled the air.

Smoke curled upward, mixing with the metallic scent of blood. Ash fell like black snow.

Aleron straightened, dusting ash from his scales. His breath came slow and steady, the heat radiating from him distorting the air.

Then—

Fwoooom!

A sharp whistling tore through the air, slicing the tension like a blade.

The sound was familiar. Too familiar.

The Genesis Coil.

Aleron's pupils narrowed to slits. He remembered that sound—remembered the young man who had tried to kill him multiple times. Back then, he had sworn revenge.

He had made a promise that the next time he encountered the man he would definitely kill him!

Now… it was time to fulfill that promise.

His wings spread wide, casting a looming shadow over the carnage below.

He scanned his surroundings towards the direction of the whooshing sound trying to find the where the assassin was staying.

And then he moved.