Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel-Chapter 735: The Precious land is next.

In a quiet chamber set aside for him, a soecial place grown from living wood and shadowed crystal, Chiron sat cross-legged upon the floor.

The room was sealed, runes whispering softly along the walls, layers of isolation folded upon one another. No sound from the elven capital reached here.

It was easy to say that the place had a heartbeat but his own.

Chiron’s eyes were closed.

Yet he was watching the world. Not this world. The world out there.

Blood flowed, and it was not in his veins, but rather in connections.

This was the newest technique he had learned from the blood curses book. It allowed him to see and feel through those bond to him.

Deep within a trance, Chiron allowed the curse to unfold.

One by one, the world shifted.

First, Carla.

He saw through her eyes the dragon-combs and shattered nests, the lingering smoke of battle, the distant silhouettes of sky-winged invaders carving through the heavens. He felt her steady breathing, her ruthless focus, her unshaken loyalty. The bond between them thrummed—obedient, sharp, clean.

Then the vision dissolved.

Emma replaced it.

Cold rain. Cracked stone. The oppressive presence of the Holy Church pressing down like a suffocating fog as they relentlessly pursued her.

He felt her irritation, her calculating calm, the way her mind leapt from escape route to escape route without ever panicking.

She had stumbled which was true, but she was still moving.

Still heading for the other continents.

Still obeying.

A faint curve touched Chiron’s lips.

She was the most witty of them all. He had chosen well.

The vision slid again.

Hunter.

The world felt heavier—larger.

He now saw from the vantage of a massive black core beast, shaped like a lion, fur dark as voidstone and patterned with faint green spots that glowed softly with alchemical residue.

Hunter moved through wide halls carved with zodiac sigils of a Cock.

Humans and beasts alike turned to stare, awe and caution mixing in their gazes.

Thos was the Cock Zodiac family.

And he was a student.

Hunter was learning.

Alchemy texts lay open before him, his claws surprisingly delicate as he handled vials and reagents. His comprehension was... impressive. More than impressive.

Chiron felt a quiet satisfaction.

Positioning was everything.

When the time came, Hunter would become more than just muscle in the zodiac family.

Instead, he would become influence.

For now, he should just continue to learn alchemy.

Chiron had seen and felt the final war of his book. He knew how important alchemy will become.

He really wished he coukd have gone to learn by himself.

It was an area even he had to admit that he was greatly lacking in.

There was a blood-curse technique that allowed a master to absorb the knowledge of his bound servants directly.

Chiron could already sense it, and feel the edges of the ritual forming in his mind—but it was incomplete.

Not yet.

And then Fate stirred.

The air around him felt tight.

Subtle.

Predatory.

His actions had grown too large, too loud. The invisible threads of the Fate-Change System tugged at him, not in aid—but in warning.

It had been useful, invaluable even, but now chiron was sure of it. It marked him.

Right now, the Faith change system made him a beacon.

A target.

Fate was circling again.

Chiron exhaled slowly.

I will remove it.

Not suppress it.

Not hide from it.

Destroy it.

He was already drafting methods in his mind.

The trance deepened one final time.

The Blood-Red Fire Dragon.

Heat flooded his senses. Vastness. Hunger. Rage held tightly in check. He felt the dragon’s massive heart beat like a war drum, felt its wings flex as it soared through ash-stained skies.

And then—

Chiron froze.

Within the dragon’s body, buried deep past scales and muscle, hidden behind layers of sealed flesh and ancient runes, something pulsed.

A treasure.

No.

A totem.

The Guardian Totem of the Dragon Zodiac family.

His eyes snapped open.

The old Dragon Patriarch had hidden it there.

Not in a vault, or somewhere below the Veil.

But in the body of a royal dragon. This was regardless of the fact that this Dragon was a slave.

Such pride the dragon Patriarch must have had.

A savior-gamble.

The Patriarch must have known.

He had known Brother Shadow would come.

He had known the sky people would attack and that the dragons would be hunted.

And so he placed the future of his race inside the one being most likely to survive.

Chiron’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile.

"How poetic," he murmured. At least the dragon Patriarch was right about one thing.

Not even brother Shadow will believe that such a treasure placed inside the body of a dragon that was a servant to a human.

After all, Chiron’s dragon was what many of them considered a stain to their pride and honor.

Here chiron was thinkkng that Fate was closing in.

But it had just delivered him a Zodiac Guardian Totem—alive, mobile, and already bound by blood.

The world, it seemed, was still very willing to bleed for him.

Chiron could not help but chuckle loudly.

But then he frowned.

The pressure he felt from Fate was indeed no small matter.

These wins were a lot. Adding the fact that an entire race was now under his thumb, fate would hit hom with a big blow.

But what blow would it come with that was bigger than the last one he faced after he defeated Manu Madayaki?

Chiron could not really put a finger on it.

It was not like Brother Shadow was suddenly going to cone for him or something, and the zodiac families and the Holy church were too busy fighting for his sister.

So what exactly was Fate going to use to attack him this time around.

And then he felt it. It made him pause a bit.

It was a message from D3 from the Lust Cardinal Forbidden Zone.

The Heaven’s tribulation had arrived....