I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1255: The Days Passed

Erend, Arty, Adrien, and Billy emerged in Erend’s room just like always. The familiar space welcomed them with quiet stillness, unchanged and grounded, the place that had become their anchor for coming and going between worlds.

Aside from the military base, this room remained the safest point of passage because it was discreet and unnoticed, a place where no one would question the sudden appearance of people who had just crossed from another reality.

Billy released a long breath and let his shoulders drop.

"I’m finally home!" he said, rubbing his face. "It feels like I’ve been gone for years."

Adrien nodded in agreement, glancing around the room as if to reassure himself it was real. "Yeah. I feel the same thing, Brook."

None of them argued. After everything they had endured—the battles, the losses that they narrowly avoided, and the weight of worlds resting on what they did—home felt distant despite only days having passed.

The exhaustion felt deeper and bigger than time.

Adrien straightened slightly, habit taking over as he looked at Erend and Billy.

"I need to report to General Lennard and Major Jessica as soon as possible. They need to know what happened." He paused, then added, "Most importantly, they need to know it’s over. The entity that had been terrorizing our worlds is gone."

Billy groaned quietly. "That report is going to be a nightmare, Captain."

"It will," Adrien agreed without hesitation. "This job is going to be troublesome."

"We’ll help," Erend said immediately.

"Yeah," Billy added. "You’re not doing it alone."

Adrien huffed, a tired smirk pulling at his mouth.

"Of course you will. This is your job too." He turned toward the door. "But I’ll start it. I am your captain, after all."

Soon after, Billy and Adrien headed out, each returning to their own homes at last, carrying relief mixed with the lingering weight of everything they could not yet set down.

Erend and Arty smiled at each other with the same relieved feeling on their faces.

Not long later, they sat with their mother in the living room, the warmth of the house settling around them.

They explained what they could about where they had gone and what they did, that the danger had passed, and that things were finally stable again.

They left out the worst of it, like the moments too heavy and cruel to place into words meant for her. Some experiences stayed unspoken, not out of secrecy, but because of love and care for their mother.

Their mother listened quietly. Her worried feeling softened into relief as she saw how both of their conditions were safe and whole.

The tension in the air eased for that family. Because for now, they were home.

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Adrien, Erend, and Billy reported back to the military base not long after they arrived. They cannot waste time on this matter.

The familiar steel corridors and controlled order felt strangely distant after everything they had seen, but duty pulled them forward all the same.

They were escorted directly into a secured briefing room where General Lennard waited, his posture rigid but his eyes sharp with expectation.

Major Jessica Lennard stood beside him with her arms folded, her expression composed yet also showing a hint of worry. She watched them closely, not as a superior assessing subordinates, but as someone who already knew the weight of what they carried back.

They explained everything there. Not in fragments, not softened, but as clearly as they could manage.

They spoke of Zerathul, the entity who had terrorized them and his power to fractured timelines and collapsing lives, explaining that the being was a force that had moved beyond conventional understanding.

They described the Void Architect and the threat it still represented, and they made it clear that the immediate danger had ended only because they had confronted Zerathul and killed him, but the real danger was still far beyond the reach of this world.

They did not need to convince General Lennard about the reality and gravity of all that.

He had seen it himself once. Not in full or as deeply as they had, but enough to understand that what they described was real.

Enough to know that there were truths the world was not ready to hear, for now.

He listened without interruption, his expression darkening as the picture took shape in his head, then nodded slowly when they finished.

Jessica remained quiet, absorbing every word.

She asked only a few precise questions, focused on confirmation rather than doubt. When the briefing ended, there was no dismissal or skepticism. Only an unspoken agreement that this knowledge would stay contained, guarded by the few who could bear it.

Days passed after that.

Life settled into a cautious rhythm. The Magic Assimilation Project continued as planned and now the project was free from the distortions and unseen pressure that had once lingered over it.

The candidates remained under close observation, and the results were better than expected. Their conditions stabilized, their progress smoother, and their reactions no longer erratic.

The four candidates who had fought the ancient storm god avatar before became the leaders of groups that were divided not long after.

Whatever influence Zerathul had brushed against them was gone completely now, stripped away with his defeat. What remained was clean, controlled, and manageable Magic power.

There was no shadow hanging over it. No unseen hand guiding outcomes toward disaster. It did not mean the future was safe. But at least for now, the path ahead for this project was clear.

— 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Under direct order from General Lennard, Erend, Adrien, and Billy returned to the roles they had held before everything unraveled.

They worked alongside Conrad, Thomas, and Jessica, overseeing the Magic Assimilation Project from within the facility itself. They observed closely, intervened when needed, and reported every anomaly directly up the chain of command.

The project moved forward steadily. Training schedules tightened. Magical output stabilized across all candidates. The raw and unstable surges that once threatened their bodies no longer appeared. Instead, their abilities responded with consistency, shaped by discipline and not just instinct alone.

The groundwork had been laid carefully, and the results showed it.

Then the day the candidates had been waiting for finally arrived. The combat test.

It marked the time their assimilated Magic would be tested in a real combat environment. The atmosphere inside the underground facility changed the moment the announcement spread.

Nervous energy mixed with excitement and anticipation sharpened by weeks of restraint. They had been nurtured, trained, corrected, and pushed. Now they would prove whether that preparation meant anything.

Before facing one another or any external threat, they would first be tested against the four leaders of their groups.

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