Reborn as a Devouring Dragon with a System-Chapter 68: Leveling Up The Dragon Palace (3)

"Drakion, never forget—your name defines you."

Those words struck deep. Drakion didn’t understand why, but everything they had just said echoed within him, shaking something primal. The more he tried to hide—like any reborn soul might do to stay under the radar—the more he realized he was walking the wrong path.

At first, trying to stay low-key to avoid danger, even going so far as to not fight back against enemies with powerful backgrounds, might seem wise from a human’s perspective. But for a dragon, it was cowardice of the highest order—the worst kind of disgrace.

And now, even his chosen name had been a hindrance. It had barred him from meeting these dragons—dragons who claimed to be the Progenitors.

"It seems I have a lot to learn about being a dragon," Drakion sighed.

"You do have a lot, young man," one of the dragons chuckled. Their voices carried both male and female tones, and Drakion couldn’t tell their gender—except for the Devouring Dragon, whose voice he recognized well.

Drakion looked around at all of them.

"I wonder... what kind of dragons are you? Any names?"

"Our names? You’ll know them in time," one answered.

"But as we’ve said, we are the Progenitors of Dragons. We are known as the Unkillable Dragons, for we embody the fundamental forces of the universe. Each of us is a part of the Great Dao," the Devouring Dragon added, his tone deep and profound.

Drakion’s eyes widened. The power behind their words was unmistakable. If what they said was true, then their strength defied imagination.

But then a thought struck him.

"If you’re really the Progenitors of Dragons—and unkillable—then why would you need my help to defeat a god? Shouldn’t you be able to erase him with ease?"

Silence.

The Progenitor Dragons fell quiet, and a heavy, depressed aura filled the air, surging restlessly like an approaching storm.

"Even we have our limitations," one finally spoke.

"The truth is... we may already be dead in your current timeline."

Drakion stiffened.

"Wait—what do you mean by current timeline?"

They all exchanged solemn looks before nodding as one. Then they turned their ancient gazes back to him.

"Drakion... you are no longer in the present. You’ve been brought into the past," one of them revealed.

"We all left on a mission," another began, their voice steeped in timeless weight,

"leaving behind a clone of the Devouring Dragon to find a worthy successor—one who could carry the power to recreate the Dragon Clan from ashes."

Then came the question that fell like a thunderclap.

"What is the state of the Dragon Clan now?"

All eyes bore into Drakion, awaiting his answer.

"You... you don’t know?" he asked, surprised.

"As we said—we’re already dead in your timeline... which is the future." Their voices fell into a unified sigh.

Drakion’s throat tightened.

"According to the Devouring Dragon I met during my rebirth, he had died long ago. He said he felt no connection to the Dragon Clan anymore. They were all gone—eliminated and erased by an enemy. My mission... is to rebuild the clan and take revenge."

The Progenitors exchanged somber looks, their expressions lined with ancient grief.

"It seems the enemy descended on the Dragon Clan and hunted us to extinction," one of them muttered, the weight of his words not lost on Drakion.

Then the Devouring Dragon’s voice pierced the silence:

"Drakion, your journey will not be easy. If our suspicions are correct, the very enemies who destroyed us... are the same ones you now stand against. And they will stop at nothing to prevent you from resurrecting the Dragon Clan."

Drakion’s face froze.

Shock swept through him. His breath slowed. A heavy pressure crushed his spirit as regret clawed at his heart. These enemies—they weren’t just gods. They were something greater.

Honestly... he should have chosen the path of hell instead.

The Progenitor Dragons looked at Drakion. Nothing could be hidden from them—they saw the overflowing regret that surged within him.

"Are you regretting ever accepting this mantle? If you wish, you could be returned to your original world," the Devouring Dragon said, his voice echoing with ancient weight.

Drakion’s eyes widened in shock.

"But... I’m already dead."

"As long as the soul exists, the body is not a problem," the Devouring Dragon Progenitor replied, his tone steeped in profundity.

Drakion fell into deep thought. Returning to Earth sounded tempting—but he began to weigh the pros and cons.

Yes, Earth was fun. But compared to the Origin Continent, it lacked the thrill, the danger, the boundless skies. What could he truly achieve there? Just an average life. A normal man among billions.

But here—here, he had the chance to lead the Dragon Clan. To become the Dragon Emperor. To carve his name into legend, etched into the eternal roar of dragons.

The Progenitor Dragons saw the shift within him, a change in the fire of his soul. They smiled. It seemed their choice had not been wrong.

"I’m staying," Drakion said, resolute. Even if he were to fall in this world, he would ensure his name was remembered—a legend, born of fire and fury.

"It seems my clone did not choose poorly," the Devouring Dragon Progenitor chuckled.

"But... who are your enemies?" Drakion asked, curiosity threading his voice.

"Knowing too much could be your end. Curiosity kills the cat—and the same holds true for dragons," the Devouring Dragon Progenitor warned, his voice low and ominous.

Drakion sighed, frustration tinged with unease. Just what kind of enemy was he facing?

"Don’t worry. You’ll see them soon. But when you do... make sure you rein your fear," the Devouring Dragon said, cryptically.

The words left Drakion puzzled, but he didn’t dwell on them. Whatever came, he would face it head-on—he had no other choice.

"What about gifts? Or rewards?" Drakion asked, unrelenting.

"Receiving such things now would hinder your growth and your Dao. Just cultivate. Level up," the Devouring Dragon answered firmly.

Suddenly, the Progenitor Dragons began to blur, their towering forms fading into the void.

"It seems our time is up. Vael’Drakion Vorr... we shall meet again, in the threads of fate."

"Wait!" Drakion roared. "I still don’t know your names—or what kind of dragons you truly are!"

Their fading voices lingered like whispers in the wind.

"Our names echo within the universe. Drakion... we will be watching you."