System: Daily login!!, jackpot on the first day!!!-Chapter 415 - They Came

Akh’sha was silent, the gravity of everything finally sinking in.

Rashid clenched his fists, voice firm with conviction. "That’s why it’s not just ’quite’ dangerous. It could be a warning sign. A ripple... before a wave"

Taufik’s smile was subtle but full of approval. "Well said, Rashid"

Akh’sha turned toward his son, eyes lingering on him longer than usual, eyes filled with pride.

"...Maybe dragging you along wasn’t a mistake after all"

Rashid’s face lit up, the approval visibly warming him.

Taufik leaned back once more, his voice taking on a distant tone as his eyes briefly closed.

"The universe doesn’t whisper without reason. It corrects. It balances. And sometimes..." He opened his eyes, clear, unwavering. "...it prepares the stage for something far beyond what we expect"

A heavy silence followed until Akh’sha finally spoke:

"Then... what should we do, Fik?"

There was a rare note of unease in his voice.

"The most dangerous disaster is the unknown kind," he added, brows furrowed. "What if... a being like Lord Lembuswana is already born somewhere on Draco, and we simply don’t know it yet?"

Taufik’s response came calmly. "You’ve been here for a few days already. So I assume... you’ve heard about the Infinite Tower?"

Akh’sha nodded, slowly.

"Yeah. A structure that pierces the heavens like that? Hard to ignore. Of course, I’ve heard about it," He narrowed his eyes. "Wait... are you suggesting we climb it?"

Taufik nodded without hesitation.

"Yes. Send every dragon who’s awakened Ancient abilities here, to Earth. Let them enter the Tower. It’s the fastest, safest way for them to grow strong, truly strong. And if they’re strong, you’ll have less to fear from whatever’s coming"

A moment passed.

Then Rashid, voice steadier than before, raised a concern: "But sir... what about the time difference between Earth and Draco?"

Akh’sha nodded in agreement, frowning. "Yeah, Fik. Your suggestion makes sense, but... one day here is equal to a hundred days in Draco. Wouldn’t that pose a huge risk? If something happens back home..."

Taufik’s eyes gleamed.

He grinned.

A sharp, knowing, almost mischievous grin.

"Akh’sha..." he said slowly, almost playfully. "Have you forgotten... who I am?"

Both father and son froze.

Akh’sha opened his mouth. Closed it.

There was a beat of silence.

"...No," he finally said, shoulders stiff. "You’re right. But even you... Can you really fix something like time itself?"

His voice dropped. "That’s beyond gods, Fik. Isn’t it?"

Taufik’s smile widened, calm but dangerous.

"I’m not just any god"

The air shifted.

Thicker.

Heavier.

A low pulse of pressure radiated from Taufik’s seated form, not crushing, not violent, but ancient. Commanding. Like the heartbeat of a world.

His eyes narrowed, glowing faintly with starlit gold.

"...Even for gods... I’m different, Akh’sha"

The words were soft, but they echoed like thunder in a canyon.

"...Now," Taufik said, standing from his chair, golden light flickering behind his eyes. "Should I show how it’s done?"

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- Later.

After the conversation, Taufik and Akh’sha returned to Draco, leaving Rashid behind on Earth to begin preparations.

The skies above Draco shifted upon Taufik’s arrival, not from power, but from presence. The world knew he had returned.

Time.

To most beings, time was immutable. To alter it was to defy the universe, to tread on the threads of Fate itself. Even the gods obeyed it. Even the ancient ones bowed to it.

Because to change time was to rewrite the laws.

But Taufik?

Taufik was different.

If Fate was the lawgiver,

And the Universe was the judge,

Then Taufik was the anomaly.

A flaw in the design.

A bug in the code.

He was not part of the system, he was something the system could not anticipate. Something that was never meant to exist, yet couldn’t be erased.

So when others said, "Changing time is impossible," Taufik simply smiled and said, "Watch"

---

Floating high above Draco’s sky, Taufik raised one hand.

From Akh’sha’s perspective, it looked effortless... almost mundane.

No grand spell.

No glowing sigils.

No divine chorus in the air.

Just a single, graceful motion.

Like a calligrapher making the first stroke on untouched parchment.

And then... time shifted.

Not forward.

Not backward.

But restructured.

He didn’t rewind Draco’s history.

He didn’t accelerate its future.

He simply... changed the rules.

At a fundamental level.

Like a hidden line of code rewritten without warning, Taufik inserted a new constant into the reality of Draco:

Earth and Draco, now running on the same time.

No distortion.

No backlash.

No paradox.

It was as if this was always how it was meant to be.

The Universe didn’t fight it because Taufik didn’t force it.

He didn’t rebel against the law.

He simply became the author.

Akh’sha stood in silence.

The moment hung in the air, too vast for words.

His breath caught somewhere between his chest and his throat, his heart pounding from something that wasn’t fear... But awe.

"...You really are..." he whispered, voice nearly stolen by the wind.

Taufik turned slightly, silhouetted against the shifting starlight.

His expression was unreadable. Calm. Certain.

"I told you," he said, his hand now lowered. "Even among gods... I’m different"

---

The light around them steadied. The sky settled.

Time itself had changed, but not even the clouds noticed.

"...It’s done, then," Akh’sha murmured, still breathless. "...Should I notify the other Dragon Kings? Tell them what you’ve done... and what you’ve proposed?"

Taufik gave a faint nod, gold flickering in his eyes.

"Yes. Let them decide quickly. I’ll wait on Earth"

Akh’sha nodded back.

"Alright... I’ll see you soon, Fik"

And with that, Akh’sha descended toward his kingdom...

... while Taufik vanished, already walking beneath Earth’s sky once again.

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The next day, after Taufik rewrote the very flow of time, the skies above Earth shimmered.

Akh’sha returned first, walking through the portal of the Saranjana kingdom, with a group of young Blue Dragons.

Each of them had already awakened the ancestral bloodline that slumbered within, the legacy of frost.

They were no ordinary hatchlings.

They were heirs to an ancient, forgotten cold.

Wielders of ice so pure that, with enough training and mastery, it could do the impossible, freeze even time itself.

But the Blue Dragons did not come alone.

Soon after their arrival, the Green, Golden, and Red Dragons followed, each sending forth their most promising young warriors to climb the Infinite Tower.

What once was a test for humans... Had become something far greater:

A crucible.

A forge of power, resolve, and destiny.

Each Dragon faction came with a leader of their own:

The Blue Dragons, guided by Rashid, who now walked at the front with calm authority, his aura cold and commanding, a crown of frost unspoken.

The Green Dragons, led by their former king, Dagraha, who had passed the throne to his son Arman, allowing him to walk this path without regret.

The Red and Gold Dragons were led by their mightiest warriors, champions chosen not for bloodline, but for raw strength, wisdom, and survival instinct.

Their arrival was anything but subtle.

Every step they took shook the base of the Tower.

Humans on the lower floors paused in silence, sensing something foreign, something overwhelming.

Not malice.

But power.

Old power.

And when they saw the banners the dragons bore, the flag of the Saranjana Kingdom... They said nothing. They did nothing.

Because the name Saranjana was no longer just a kingdom.

It was a force.

The strongest force on Earth.

With the arrival of the Draco-born dragons, Taufik personally bestowed each of them with a System Replica.

A specialized framework tuned to their bloodline, designed not just to assist, but to accelerate their understanding of the powers they held within.

And soon as it began, without realizing it... Five months passed.

Dragons from Draco and humans from every corner of Earth climbed the Infinite Tower like their lives and futures depended on it.

For many, it was a trial.

For some, it was a calling.

And for a few... it was simply destiny.

Even Taufik, the Creator of the Infinite Tower itself, did not remain idle.

He continued his own ascent, alone, as always.

Floor after floor, world after world, he moved forward without pause.

But unlike the others, he didn’t climb for strength.

He climbed to test his creation.

To observe the system.

To catch the flaws no one else could.

In just five months, he had reached Floor 200.

Not because it was difficult. Not because the Tower resisted him. He could have gone further, faster.

But he stopped.

Not from exhaustion.

Not from defeat.

But because something else had happened.

Something that required his attention.

Something that made even Taufik, the anomaly who rewrote the rules of time itself, pause.

A disturbance.

A signal.

A ripple in the fabric of existence... Not from within the Tower... But from the outside it.

Taufik felt it.

A disturbance so subtle, yet unmistakably real... Like a foreign thread being pulled taut across the weave of reality.

It wasn’t a threat born from the Infinite Tower.

Not one of his designs.

Not one of the floors.

Not something he made... It was something else.

Something older. Something that watched from beyond the veil. And now... It was moving.

Taufik stood at the edge of Floor 200, staring into the skyless void that surrounded the outer boundary.

His eyes narrowed.

"...They’re coming"

Not a whisper.

Not a prophecy.

A fact.

They, those that didn’t belong in this world, but once stepped on it... They were about to enter Earth.

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