I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1318: A House

The boy’s words settled into the air like a sudden weight. For a moment, none of them moved or said anything.

Erend’s eyes widened slightly, the calm control he had maintained until now breaking a little bit to reveal genuine shock.

Aesa’s expression also tightened. Her sharp gaze narrowed further as if trying to dissect the boy in front of her.

While Eccar’s stance stiffened, his Magic beneath the ground paused for the first time since it had begun creeping forward.

Another Dragonborn.

Even after everything they had just discovered—the fragments, the incomplete Creation, the implications tied to the Void Architect—this was something else entirely. Something unexpected enough to shake them.

"You’re... a Dragonborn?" Erend asked, his voice carrying clear disbelief.

The boy nodded with calm as ever attitude, but then immediately lifted a finger to his lips in a quiet gesture.

"Lower your voice," he said softly. "I’d rather not have the whole city hear that. There are still patrols nearby."

Erend blinked, then let out a long breath quietly as realization hit him. He glanced briefly toward the alley entrance before nodding.

"Right... sorry," he muttered. "That just caught me off guard."

The boy gave a small nod in return and began walking toward them, his steps unhurried and natural.

Despite that, the tension between the three didn’t lessen. If anything it just sharpened further.

Aesa subtly adjusted her stance and Eccar’s Magic, though no longer advancing, remained spread and ready.

"Don’t worry," the boy said as he approached, his tone still calm and even. "I don’t mean any harm. I just want to understand what you’re doing here."

The three exchanged glances.

Aesa’s eyes flicked toward Erend, then to Eccar. Eccar gave a slight tilt of his head, silent but clear in his intent. They were leaving this to Erend.

Erend noticed it and gave a small nod in return before looking back at the boy.

"This isn’t something we should talk about out here," he said. "We need somewhere more private."

The boy didn’t hesitate as if he was already expecting it. "That makes sense."

He lifted his hand, and space in front of him shifted instantly. A portal formed with its edges lined not with Magic energy, but with faintly glowing vines and small leaves that curled and grew along its frame.

The green hue pulsed softly, carrying a presence that felt different from anything they were used to.

Erend’s eyes lingered on it for a moment.

"Plant-based power?" he thought, his gaze sharpening slightly. He glanced to his side and saw that Aesa and Eccar were thinking the same thing.

What kind of Dragon was this?

Without another word, the boy stepped through.

After a brief pause, the three followed.

The transition was immediate.

They stepped out into a completely different space and the atmosphere changed instantly.

Instead of the tight, shadowed alleyways, they now stood inside a simple house.

The structure was modest. Its interior was warm but carrying a faint dampness in the air, as if it had been built in close connection with nature itself.

The walls were plain, the furniture minimal, yet the space felt grounded. Quiet and safe.

The boy walked further inside and turned to face them.

"You can speak freely here," he said. "This is my place."

Eccar’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked around.

"And we’re supposed to trust you?" he asked.

The boy met his gaze without hesitation.

"I told you, I don’t mean any harm," he replied. "I’m the same as you."

Aesa stepped forward slightly, her expression still sharp.

"If that’s true," she said, "then why did you stay silent while the Sky Anchor has been slowly corrupting this world?"

The boy froze for a fraction of a second.

Then his brows furrowed.

"So it’s actually true," he muttered quietly, almost to himself.

That reaction made all three of them pause.

Erend, Aesa, and Eccar exchanged quick glances.

He didn’t know.

Or at least... he wasn’t certain.

The boy turned away from them and walked toward a small table.

He began preparing something with calm, practiced movements, as if grounding himself in routine.

A kettle was already there and within moments, he poured tea into four cups then set them neatly on the table before taking a seat himself.

He gestured for them to sit.

Then he looked at them again.

"My name is Sylven," he said.

There was no hesitation in his introduction.

Then he leaned forward slightly, his calm gaze returning, but now carrying a clearer intent.

"Please," Sylven continued, "tell me what you actually found."

Erend gave a small nod toward Aesa and Eccar, silently confirming that he would handle the explanation.

Then he shifted his attention back to Sylven and began to speak to lay everything out they had found.

He described the fragments they had been sent to find, not as simple objects but as pieces of a broken existence, something that should have been whole yet now scattered and incomplete.

He moved through what he had witnessed inside the fragment. The unstable void-like space, the drifting figures that resembled broken versions of life, and the overwhelming sense that none of it was functioning as it should.

He explained how the Sky Anchor itself was not only incomplete but aware in a fractured way. It was also capable of conveying emotion and intent despite its broken state and how that intent had been unmistakable in its meaning.

As he continued, Erend spoke of the shared experience between the three of them.

How each of them had encountered the same resistance, the same rejection, and the same underlying conclusion that the Sky Anchor did not want to be restored.

He detailed the fragmented communication, the emotions that carried through, and the final realization that settled between them. That the Sky Anchor preferred its own end rather than returning to the one who made it.

He did not rush through any part of it, making sure every piece of what they had learned was conveyed clearly including their conclusion that bringing the fragments back together would not restore something good, but instead might complete something dangerous.

As the explanation went on, Sylven’s expression slowly changed.

The calm and neutral look he had maintained at the start began to fade and was replaced by far more focused and heavy expression.

His brows drew together, his eyes sharpening, and the ease in his posture gave way to stillness that filled with clear tension beneath.

By the time Erend reached the end, the air in the room felt denser. The weight of the information settled fully between them.

Silence followed.

Sylven leaned back slightly in his seat, his gaze lowering as if sorting through everything he had just heard.

Then he let out a sigh, the kind that carried both realization and worry.

"I thought the Sky Anchor was just a source of power," he said quietly. His young boy voice was no longer as light as before but edged with a growing seriousness that matched the gravity of what had just been revealed.

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