Reborn as a Devouring Dragon with a System-Chapter 92: Turned Out it was a Wasted Effort

After Drakion had knocked Kaidros unconscious, the other dragons awoke—only to be warned sternly by Drakion not to transform into their human forms. Without wasting time, they lifted Kaidros and departed swiftly, vanishing from the stunned crowd.

The onlookers stared, caught between awe, shock, and disbelief, their minds replaying the battle—especially the terrifying moment Drakion unleashed the Scythe Draconic Bloodline.

None dared pursue him. They understood well—his power dwarfed their own, and the aftermath of his battle had carved a permanent mark into their hearts.

Now, none of them could wait to return to the real world to spread the legend. Even now, excited whispers buzzed among them as they discussed Drakion’s overwhelming strength.

In time, the name "Optimus Draconic Prime" would be carved into the annals of the Origin Continent—not just in memory, but across universes, echoing in tales and tremors alike.

Far from the crowd, once they’d put enough distance between themselves and the onlookers, Drakion made sure no one followed before he and the others reverted to their human forms—each masked and concealed.

"This is the first time I’ve fought such a chaotic battle," Drakion sighed, glancing at his fellow dragons—the very cause of the problem. As the thought sank deeper, something Drax and the system had said flashed through his mind.

"Wait... now that I think about it," Drakion muttered, eyes narrowing. "Didn’t you both say that, since I’m the Emperor, they can’t hurt me? I’m their ruler, right?"

"Yes, you’re absolutely right," Drax confirmed with a nod.

"Then why the hell were they able to fight me—even try to kill me?!" Drakion’s face twisted. "Were you two lying?!"

Drax chuckled, the sound low and maddening. "Well... that was me and the system’s doing. We allowed it to happen."

Drakion blinked. Stunned. Furious. Disbelieving. "What did you just say?!"

Drax burst into laughter. "Honestly, it was hilarious watching you fight them, knowing you could’ve just activated your Devouring Dragon Emperor Bloodline and used the link you share with them to wake them up."

Drakion’s eyes went wide. "Say that again."

"I said—you could’ve simply awakened them using your Devouring Dragon Emperor Bloodline. That connection? It was all you needed. No fighting. No transformation. No risk. It was... just fun to watch you struggle." Drax clutched his sides, laughing uncontrollably.

"So you’re telling me..." Drakion growled, his voice trembling with rage, "...there was a better way to save the dragons... and I didn’t even need to reveal I was a dragon?!"

"Yep. The system and I decided to keep it—" Drax suddenly paused, laughter dying in his throat. He forced a stiff smile. "Forget everything I just said. It... never happened."

Drakion’s face had already darkened, twisted by fury. He had exposed his identity, unveiled multiple bloodlines, and burned through energy—only to now learn none of it had been necessary. The method he should’ve used... would’ve taken less than a minute.

"So you’re f*cking telling me I wasted my strength?!" Drakion roared, his voice cracking the air like thunder.

"Calm down," Drax raised a hand to his chest, pushing it downward, a silent plea for restraint—because he could feel it now. The anger. The storm. And it was very real.

But when he saw no sign of calm rising in Drakion’s eyes, he blurted out the only thing he could:

"Bye!"

In a flash, Drax vanished, fleeing toward the dimension where he belonged, tail tucked and laughter long gone.

Not even a second had passed before Drax found himself outside again, now staring at Drakion—who looked like the rage incarnate version of Kushina Uzumaki.

"System, what are you doing?! Why did you send me outside?!" Drax shouted, and of course, his words didn’t escape Drakion’s notice.

Ding!

[System Spirit dares keep such vital information from Host. You should be severely punished by Host.]

It was Drax’s turn to look dumbfounded, his jaw nearly dropping. "Aren’t you the one who said we should keep it from the Host?!"

Ding!

[System Spirit should not slander nor frame this innocent System.]

When Drakion heard that, he nearly burst into laughter internally, doing his best to maintain composure. The system calling itself innocent? That was easily one of the most absurd things he’d ever heard.

"You..." Drax muttered, unable to believe the audacity. He had never expected such cunning betrayal from the system.

"It seems your backer has abandoned you," Drakion said coldly, a smile creeping onto his angry face.

Drax forced a nervous grin. "Why don’t we just let this go, buddy?" he said, eyes wide with mock innocence.

For a moment, it looked like Drakion’s rage was receding. His clenched fists began to lower, and Drax exhaled in relief—

"Buddy, my foot!"

Before Drax could react, Drakion launched into him with a storm of furious blows.

"Master, what are you doing?!"

Drakion, mid-beatdown, paused when he heard Lizzy’s voice. He turned slowly—only to see the others staring at him with wide, confused eyes.

He froze.

To them, it looked like Drakion was punching the air with a face twisted in fury—like a cultivator who’d succumbed to madness. In this world, many lost their minds due to missteps in cultivation or reversed Originat circulation. He looked exactly like one of them.

"It seems the battle took a toll on Master," Finn whispered, the others nodding in agreement.

"No—it’s not what you think. I’m just...dealing with an imaginary friend," Drakion said with a forced, twitching smile.

The dragons exchanged glances.

"We believe you, Master," they said—clearly not believing him at all.

"Master, just make sure you don’t end up in an imaginary heaven," DracoWolf added with a playful smirk.

Drakion’s eyes twitched. He turned slowly to glare at Drax. "This is all your fault."

"Don’t transfer aggression onto me," Drax replied smugly. "And besides... I’m immortal."

"Good. That means I can break your bones a million times, dig out and slice through your intestines, gouge out your eyes, and cut off your tongue—all without killing you." Drakion’s lips curled into a twisted smile, one that made him look like a demonic clown.

Drax took several steps back. "Drakion... we can talk about th—"

"Aaargh!!"