Reborn as a Devouring Dragon with a System-Chapter 101: Communicating with the Devouring Soul and Dragon Soul

Chapter 101: Communicating with the Devouring Soul and Dragon Soul

A massive dragon with black scales that represented a swirl of Devouring loomed before him. It seemed to possess no eyes—for when one looked into its sockets, one would see only swirling Devouring Originat. Its horns were like the origin of all dragons, ancient and boundless. Its claws were forged as if to devour everything in existence.

Its tail resembled the pillar of the universe, a force upholding the very fabric of reality. Its aura? It existed solely to consume all others. It emanated such presence that it felt like the father of all dragons—a primal being before whom no creature could stand tall. They must kneel.

Its very existence screamed of a singular purpose: to devour all things. On the back of this Devouring Dragon, one could see numerous smaller dragons—Fire Dragon, Ice Dragon, Thunder Dragon—clinging to it like children to a mother.

This was the Devouring Dragon Soul.

Drakion stood still, stunned. He hadn’t expected his dragon soul to be so colossal, so majestic. He suppressed the flood of questions burning in his mind and turned his gaze to the other soul.

And when he saw it, he froze.

The second soul... it resembled him—deeply. Drakion stared at the figure. Black hair. The same face. The same build. It was like looking at a matured version of himself.

But the soul’s eyes were closed, and it emitted no aura—completely undetectable.

"Why the hell are those tiny dragons on the back of the Devouring Dragon?" Drakion finally asked, his voice edged with curiosity and disbelief.

"Those are the mini dragon souls nurtured within you," Drax’s voice echoed, "connected to the Draconic bloodlines you’ve gained."

Drakion’s breath caught. He hadn’t expected such a thing.

"Every time you activate one of those bloodlines," Drax continued, "your Draconic Soul connects to them, allowing you to tap into their powers and skills. But make no mistake—they are still part of your Dragon Soul."

Drakion kept his gaze fixed on the towering soul forms. "Does that mean... I’ll eventually have hundreds of them?"

"Yes, you will," Drax confirmed.

"Then... why is my Dragon Soul so majestic, so much bigger than my actual dragon form?" Drakion asked, puzzled.

"Drakion," Drax answered calmly, "do not forget the bloodline you carry—the Progenitor Dragon’s Bloodline. Do not compare yourself to other dragons. For now, you appear as a Royal Devouring Dragon, and that form reflects your current strength. But to truly access the Progenitor Bloodline, you must gain both strength and acknowledgment."

Drakion’s eyes widened. He hadn’t even activated the Progenitor Bloodline... and yet he was already this powerful. He couldn’t help but wonder—how overwhelming would his strength become when he finally awakened it?

"Okay, I get that. So... this human-like soul—is that the Devouring Soul?" Drakion asked, staring intently at the familiar figure.

"Why does it look like me?" he added, frowning.

"Have you forgotten?" Drax replied. "You had the Devouring Soul before you ever became a dragon."

"Oh... I get it now." Drakion nodded slowly, understanding dawning on him.

"But... what am I supposed to do here?" Drakion asked, shaking his head in frustration. "I’m getting confused."

"You are here to communicate with them," came a new voice—unfamiliar yet strangely familiar.

Drakion turned sharply toward the towering dragon forms—and there, beside them, stood the Death Spirit in its childish form, gaze serene yet brimming with ancient knowledge.

"You are here too?" Drakion asked in shock.

"Yes. Only your soul’s Sub-Space can allow me to remain within you," the Death Spirit replied.

"Yes, he’s right. You are here to communicate with your Devouring Soul and Dragon Soul," Drax said.

"And for what reason?" Drakion’s confusion deepened. Weren’t they his souls? Shouldn’t he be able to command them at will? Why would he need to communicate with them?

"So that you can gain access to the fragments of their power," Drax explained.

"But... aren’t they my soul?" Drakion asked again, frowning.

"Yes, they are—but they are unique souls, separate from your true soul. Your real soul is what you are at this moment. Whenever you transform into a dragon, your real soul fuses with the Dragon Soul, enabling that transformation," Drax said.

"This separation keeps you off the enemy’s radar. It’s the reason you’re unable to emit Draconic aura most of the time... and why you still appear human," Drax continued.

"So... how do I communicate with them?" Drakion asked.

"You have to find that out on your own," Drax said, shaking his head—causing Drakion to twitch in frustration. How was he supposed to solve this himself when he barely understood the mystery behind the Dragon Soul and the Devouring Soul? How could he communicate with what he didn’t fully comprehend?

"Wouldn’t my body get eaten by the Dragon Eater?" Drakion asked, worry slipping into his voice.

"Don’t worry. You haven’t become food for it—yet. But that doesn’t mean we have time to spare. You must communicate with them," Drax emphasized, his tone hammering with urgency.

"Okay, okay..." Drakion nodded, then turned toward both souls, staring at them in deep confusion.

"Hello," he greeted—but no response.

"Hola?"

"Ohayoh?"

Drakion tried every way he could think of to talk to them, but there was nothing. No reaction. No sign of acknowledgment. They remained as still and silent as statues, leaving Drakion utterly helpless and at a loss.

"You see? There’s no response! You should try to explain—there’s no way I would know how to communicate with them when I barely even understand what they are!" Drakion cried out in frustration.

"Just keep your mind steady... serene... peaceful... and calm. Use your Soul Eyes, and you should be able to communicate with them. Don’t worry—you’ll understand at the right moment," the Death Spirit explained gently, yet with an air of mystic certainty.

Drakion sighed deeply and gave a slow nod. He closed his eyes, steadying his thoughts in accordance with the Death Spirit’s words. Strangely, he found he could still see, even with his eyes shut. And then... he felt it.

A string.

Suspended in the space before him, barely there—yet undeniably real. He felt the overwhelming urge to pull it. His hands moved on their own.

And in the very next moment...

A/N: Finally reached 100 Chapters! If you’ve read up to this point and you’re enjoying the journey, help this shameless author by dropping your thoughts about the book in a review!