Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 254: The Dragon King’s Fall

Cutting off the limbs wasn't what caused the real pain—not truly. That was merely the beginning.

The true torment came from Rebecca's Law of Darkness, which clung like tar to the freshly severed flesh of the Dragon King. It burrowed into the wound, corrupting the divine essence within him like a cancer. That spreading, gnawing corruption—it was this that drove him to agony beyond measure.

But she didn't stop there.

Her law slithered outward, sinking its roots deep into the Dragon King's inner world, infecting every corner, every thread of his dominion. He could feel it: his grip on his own soulscape weakening, unraveling. He was being ousted—his throne, his realm, his legacy, all becoming hers.

Then she went for his upper limbs—first one, then the other. Her movements were steady, almost surgical. There was no rage behind her actions, only a chilling patience.

After that came the most painful ordeal of them all.

She began to pluck his scales. One by one.

Each radiant scale had once deflected the wrath of gods, endured storms that shattered mountains, and shimmered with the pride of a sovereign beast. Now, one after another, they were peeled off—each removal a fresh wave of raw agony. She took her time. She had time. And, most importantly, she was enjoying herself.

The Dragon King's mind, once like an iron fortress, began to tremble. The walls cracked. The gates creaked. The pain blurred into a fog, numbing his senses. He could feel pieces of himself slipping into nothingness—his focus, his pride, his clarity. But not his will.

Even with his body desecrated and his inner world collapsing, he clenched onto his dignity like a dying star refusing to collapse.

He would not beg.

He would not plead.

He would die as a king.

"Wow... that was fun," Rebecca murmured with a faint smile, her fingers slick with blackened blood. She plucked the final scale—his reverse scale, the most sensitive, the most sacred. The moment it tore free, soaked in her darkness, the Dragon King's mind shattered completely.

Whatever fragments of thought remained were swallowed by silence.

He was now no different than a brain-dead husk.

And yet… not once had he cried out for mercy.

Not once had he asked her to stop.

He had died with pride—not that it mattered to Rebecca.

To her, a plea would have simply been icing on the cake, a flavor to savor. But even without it, she was satisfied.

"Well," she whispered coldly, brushing a hand across his mutilated face, "guess it's time to bring the curtain down."

With a final, graceful motion, she cleaved off his head.

The deed was done.

Only two more enemies remained. Then, perhaps, her vengeance would be complete. After that... who knew? Maybe she would return to the Universe Ender's side. Or maybe she'd stay and quietly protect the boy named Kael, watching him grow from the shadows.

Her thoughts were her own.

With a calm breath, Rebecca exited the ruined inner world, now leaving behind nothing but a shell of the once-mighty Dragon King.

He was hers now—a puppet, a marionette on shadow-strings.

Back in the origin world, she lifted her hand, and the curtain of darkness that had shrouded the entire dragon territory, including the towering mountain where the Dragon King once ruled, began to dissolve. The gloom lifted, unveiling the aftermath of her merciless conquest.

She drifted through the air slowly, deliberately, departing the broken land.

The cries of the young dragons echoed behind her like the wailing of orphaned children.

"Rebecca… my father…"

A voice caught her attention.

Drakonix. He hovered in the sky, his expression stricken, his heart pounding with dread. He had seen her from afar and couldn't resist flying toward her, even though part of him already knew the answer to the question tearing at his soul.

Rebecca turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze with eyes devoid of warmth.

"He's dead. Just like my father," she said, her voice quiet but firm. "I kept the young ones alive. Consider it… my way of expressing gratitude—for the kindness you once showed me as a child."

Her tone turned colder.

"Now we're even. We have nothing in common anymore."

She turned and flew away before Drakonix could respond, leaving behind a broken dragon—one who had lost his kin, his father, and his childhood friend in a single stroke. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

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Far away, in a place where night and day shared the sky, two figures sat together beneath a celestial tree—a union of opposites.

The Celestial King and the Demon King.

It was a sight that would have baffled the world. Beings of light and darkness, harmony and chaos, plotting side by side. But contrary to what mortals believed, opposites didn't always repel. Sometimes, they complemented each other perfectly.

"The Dragon King is dead, it seems," the Demon King said, sipping a cup of Heavenly Dew, a celestial delicacy reserved for only the highest of their kind. That it now passed the lips of a demon was a quiet irony neither of them acknowledged. "The human child… Rebecca, was it? She's more dangerous than we thought."

The Celestial King nodded, his golden eyes thoughtful.

"To not only kill the Dragon King, but to do so alone—without intervention, without resistance—and cloak the entire territory with that veil of darkness… That's not power. That's a declaration."

"A veil that isolates all within, preventing escape or support," the Demon King added. "A battlefield that favors her alone. That's… problematic."

"Indeed," the Celestial King agreed, steepling his fingers. "Far more than we anticipated."

The Demon King leaned forward, eyes sharp. "Then we can't afford to sit still and wait our turn. If we do, she'll come for us one by one. And in isolation… not even we could defeat her."

"A proactive strategy, then?" the Celestial King mused. "It's what we should have done from the beginning. Pride blinded us."

The Demon King grinned. "So let's do it right this time."

"We rally our forces," the Celestial King said. "Not just our clans, but the entire world."

"We incite rage," the Demon King continued. "Use the extinction of the dragons and titans. Stir the fear of annihilation. Let every race feel the noose tightening. Then we unite them—under one banner."

"One war."

"A world-level conflict," the Demon King whispered, eyes alight with dark brilliance. "We use their desperation, their ignorance. They'll fight like madmen. They'll die for us. And with enough numbers… even a god can fall."

The two kings sat in silence for a moment, savoring the weight of their own machinations.

They would not die like the others.

They would face Rebecca not with might alone, but with cunning, unity, and a world turned against her.