Only I Awaken The Forbidden SSS-Rank Dragons

The next morning arrived, and Aleron's day unfolded following the same routine as before.

During the night, he and the two dragons had shared laughter and exchanged stories, slipping in occasional battle tips and observations they had made.

The bond between them felt almost familial. Although Aleron regarded them like his own children, he never underestimated their insight. On the contrary, he valued it greatly.

This was because he had noticed that by applying the ideas they offered, his mastery over the metal control technique became far more fluid, as if his movements were guided by instinct rather than conscious thought.

There was, however, another strange occurrence during that period.

[Devouring Origin. 1/10]

After devouring abominations for a while, this strange message had suddenly appeared before his eyes one night.

He had already asked the system about the meaning of the message, but it refused to provide a direct answer. Its only reply came in the form of vague and distant words that carried no warmth.

[Host, this information concerns the Origin Devourer. Please discover the truth on your own.]

It was clear that the system had no desire to be involved with anything connected to the Origin Devourer.

Aleron dismissed the panel with a small frown before shifting his gaze toward the horde of abominations gathered in the distance. His pulse quickened with a subtle hint of excitement, for over the past few days, Veldora had finally reached the brink of a breakthrough.

There was more good news.

Ashkar's relentless killing spree had also brought him to the same threshold.

Because of this, Aleron had made a decision that would allow both dragons to break through at the same time.

He glanced at them with a faint smile. "We will not be fighting the abominations here. I will head deeper into the horde. Perhaps I will find something… interesting."

Both dragons widened their eyes in surprise.

"Dad, what do you mean you will head into the horde alone?" Veldora's childish voice rang within his mind.

Aleron smiled lightly at them. Ashkar, who had been with him the longest, immediately understood his intent.

"We are going to fuse again after so long!" the dragon exclaimed, excitement flickering in his tone.

He did not fully understand what happened during the fusion, but he knew the result. Every time they fused, his strength increased dramatically.

"Since I am already about to break through, I am certain that after fusing with you, Dad, I will reach the Origin Expert realm," Ashkar said, his voice brimming with anticipation.

Aleron chuckled. "Of course. Your strength will rise again." He then turned to Veldora. "And you? What is your decision?"

Veldora was silent for a brief moment before her gentle voice echoed in his mind. "Let us do it, Dad."

Aleron's smile deepened. Without further hesitation, he initiated the fusion process.

In an instant, both dragons surged toward him, merging with his body in a flash of light.

A mysterious aura spread from him, and the next heartbeat brought forth an eruption of origin energy. Aleron now stood in his half-human, half-dragon form. His intersecting blue and red scales shimmered faintly beneath the morning sun.

He channeled his origin energy into his back, and with a sudden movement, massive wings sprouted. The powerful flapping of those wings propelled him out of the sight of the tier-three abominations in the blink of an eye.

The fusion with Veldora had strengthened him further than before. His speed had increased so drastically that the world around him blurred. The sensation of wind pressure against his scales was sharper, carrying with it the cold sting of high altitude.

Still, he shook his head inwardly, comparing his strength to the clone of the woman from the Genesis Coil.

It was still not enough.

He sighed and pushed forward at lightning speed, reaching the zone guarded by tier-four abominations in mere moments.

Before him stretched a sea of grotesque creatures, their deformed limbs and warped faces twisting into nightmarish shapes. The air was thick with the stench of rot, mingled with the faint metallic tang of spilled blood.

For a fleeting moment, Aleron felt as though he were the last surviving human in the Origin World, surrounded on all sides and fighting for survival. The thought carried a bitter weight, but he brushed it aside.

The moment he stepped into their midst, his roar shattered the stagnant air. The sound was deep and resonant, a challenge that rolled like thunder across the battlefield.

He scanned their auras, noting the density of their power. Although some were strong, none of them came close to the transcendent level of the woman from the Genesis Coil. In other words, there was not a single rank-five abomination among them.

The realization made his blood surge with exhilaration. Here, he could unleash himself without restraint.

The tier-four abominations possessed a degree of intelligence, and the moment his roar echoed across the field, they sensed the thick killing intent radiating from him. Wrath boiled within them, a primal fury impossible to suppress.

Acting on instinct, they began to shout in harsh, incomprehensible voices.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Their towering bodies blurred, vanishing from sight as they charged toward him with earth-shaking speed.

Aleron's eyes darkened. Without hesitation, he activated the Abyssal Eyes, releasing a wave of suffocating pressure that rolled outward like a crushing tide.

Some of the weaker abominations froze, their movements faltering under the weight of the aura. Their limbs trembled as they struggled to resist.

Yet not all were affected. A handful broke through the pressure unhindered, their roars splitting the air as they swung their massive fists toward him.

Aleron did not flinch. His expression remained calm as he raised his hand to meet their charge.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Each impact shook the ground, the shockwaves rippling outward in violent pulses. The air trembled under the collision of their power.

At the same time, Aleron's Infernal Eyes flared to life, summoning a tide of fire spirits that swarmed toward the abominations still hesitating under the Abyssal Eyes' oppression.

From the empty air, flaming entities took shape, their bodies flickering like molten silhouettes. The instant they formed, they hurled themselves at the enemy, combusting violently in suicidal bursts of heat and light.

The explosions ignited several abominations, engulfing their twisted forms in roaring flames. Their screams mingled with the crackle of burning flesh.

Though the fire spirits were not strong enough to kill outright, they left charred wounds and searing burns that weakened their foes.

Seizing the opening, Aleron moved again, his speed so great that his figure blurred into near invisibility. He swept through the battlefield like a phantom, his claws flashing in merciless arcs.

Every swipe tore through flesh and bone, leaving heads crushed or cleaved apart. The abominations never had the chance to cry out before collapsing into lifeless heaps, their blackened blood soaking into the scarred earth.