The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases-Chapter 522 - 315: Everything by My Will

Until this moment, David finally understood where those Elf Dragon Mad Locks drew their inspiration from.

It turned out they had pre-existing models.

Indeed, the mischief that intelligent beings can conjure is always bounded by the limitations of their past awareness. David couldn’t help but think to himself.

Even this attitude, this tantrum of flipping the table when things didn’t go their way, felt hauntingly familiar.

It was exactly like the threats of those major powers on Blue Star in his previous life, who would casually speak of mushroom clouds ensuring mutual destruction.

The only difference was that, before David crossed over, the situation on Blue Star hadn’t reached that point, and perhaps it never would have.

But here, these elves had actually done it.

And like a time bomb, it was guaranteed to trigger once certain conditions were met.

Although David could understand the sentiment that ’a world where one’s own kind cannot survive is devoid of meaning,’ the problem was...

These elves were literally aliens!

Well, it seemed they had never considered themselves outsiders.

"As you can see, no matter what methods I’ve tried, the end of fate always drowns us in the same desolate and cacophonous outcome, never changing.

"So... my child, Pafila.

"Leave..."

"Leave? You want us to flee without fighting?" David looked incredulously at the Platinum Dragon God. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"Leave this world, which no longer holds any hope.

"With the Authority you now possess, you can lead the Dragon Race to a completely new, beautiful world.

"In that new world, you would no longer... have to bear such a heavy mission."

Listening to the Platinum Dragon God’s deeply emotional plans for his ’daughter,’ David seemed to recall something unpleasant, and his gaze turned indifferent.

Disappointed, he shook his head, preparing to exit this Dragon Inheritance deep within his consciousness.

He was ready to take over this unfinished war in his own way.

But just as David was about to leave, the Platinum Dragon God’s paw landed on his rear, pulling him back.

"Indeed... do you still refuse to accept such a fate?

"If that’s the case, then such matters are best handled by me personally..."

And at the very moment the Platinum Dragon God’s phantom touched David, He, far away in some distant spacetime, seemed to ’connect.’ His pupils slowly dilated.

"You... are not Pafila?

"Oh, I see. You are that child."

Bahamut seemed to recognize David—the Red Dragon who had once dared to raise his sword against Him. He quickly regained his composure but remained puzzled, sighing as He said, "Why, when you’ve already seen the flow of such fate, do you still refuse to accept it?"

"First, I’m not ’that child.’ My name is David Uthos," David said, looking at the Platinum Dragon God as if He were an idiot. Then he retorted, "Secondly, since you’ve already made arrangements for everything, why bother asking for our opinions?"

"What?"

At this moment, it was unclear whether Bahamut, being so far away, hadn’t heard clearly, or simply didn’t understand why David had suddenly posed such a question.

David immediately felt an inexplicable fury and pressed on, "In other words, back when you were preparing to do this, before you meticulously planned out Pafila’s entire life as a dragon, did you consult her even once? Did you ask if she volunteered to be a living piece in this game you orchestrated?"

Bahamut instantly fell silent.

Yet, this silence plunged David into complete Wrath, and he then accused disrespectfully, "No, you haven’t. You didn’t even think to consult her before you abducted her, still unhatched from her egg. Nor did you ask if she was willing before you began your endless, cramming-style education, all to achieve your ultimate goal.

"Yes, she is indeed special. She is much more intelligent than the vast majority of souls in this world, able to absorb knowledge from the Dragon Inheritance as easily as a sponge. But she is also a living being with free will! Not a machine for you to stuff with any ’junk files’ you deem useful!

"Do you know how she has lived all these years? And do you even know that she is actually... sick? She has a mental illness known as ’hollow heart disease’! To this day, she still can’t normally express her emotions! Her needs! Her desires!

"And all of this is because of you! No, and Tiamat! Because of both of you! It’s all because of your eagerness for quick results! For your own goals, you unscrupulously exploited everything she had!

"She finally rid herself of you two unqualified, bastard ’parents.’ Yet, out of some so-called ’debt of gratitude,’ she has continued to carry the mission you two left behind. She has been tirelessly busy to this day, never allowing herself a moment’s rest, never daring to stop for even a second!

"And now, you still want to manipulate her like a puppet on strings?! Sorry, but that’s a delusion! And I’m the one telling you this!"

David took a deep breath, looked at the Platinum Dragon God, and said, "Since you’ve both left, don’t come back. Our future has nothing to do with you."

Bahamut listened to David’s furious accusations, His eyes growing even sadder. "But if I don’t do this, this painful cycle will only continue, as you have seen."

Seeing this old fellow still putting on his ’I’m doing all this for your sake’ martyr act, David was completely overcome by Wrath. "That’s your incompetence! What does it have to do with her?"

Bahamut was startled at first, then seemed to look on in disbelief.

A mere dragon whelp, actually rebuking Him... for incompetence?!

"Not only incompetent, but also arrogant."

David acknowledged that while he possessed the Authority of Arrogance, and was habitually disdainful of everything because of his Arrogance, his Arrogance was always directed towards His enemies.

Like this old relic before him.

"You never chose to tell Pafila any of this. More importantly, how do you know that just because you can’t do something, she definitely can’t, or that her successors also can’t?

"It’s because you don’t believe in her. You’ve never truly believed in her. You only believe in yourself."

Bahamut defended Himself painfully, "This is too desperate, too heavy a burden."

"Nonsense!" David was so furious he was practically spitting sparks. "Do you think telling her now isn’t desperate and burdensome enough?!

"She has striven towards your goals, without freedom, for over a hundred years! And now, in the end, you want to persuade her to give up?

"Just because you discovered you couldn’t succeed on this path?

"You want her to abandon everything she has worked so hard to build and maintain, to negate her entire life, and run away like a damn coward, just like you?

"Save it. And shut up. I don’t want to hear another word of nonsense from your mouth."

Arrogance.

Bahamut also gave up trying to reach an understanding with David. He sighed and said, "I cannot convince you. Let me speak with your mother."

"I don’t think that’s necessary," David said, turning his head to look behind him. "I believe I’ve already said everything she wanted to say but couldn’t bring herself to tell you—everything that needed to be said, and even what didn’t. Right, Mom?"

Just then, Pafila’s form emerged, stepping out from the space of the Dragon Inheritance. She looked searchingly at Bahamut and said, "Yes. What David said is exactly what I’ve been thinking. We don’t want to give up and leave without even trying."

It turned out David had pulled Pafila into this ’group chat’ within the Dragon Inheritance long ago.

Pafila took a deep breath. She looked at this ’mother’ of hers—the one she once would have rather believed Tiamat than face, the one she wanted to escape—and said earnestly, "Most importantly, escape has never been the best solution. You know my soul comes from another world.

"In that world, when a nation or a people faces extinction, they choose to plant ’mushrooms’ all over their planet—covering it until it’s no longer habitable for any intelligent life.

"What I mean is, even if we were to go to another world, we could still face similar problems.

"Driven by despair, mutually assured destruction is a common pathology among intelligent beings. So, at least in this world, I want to try and solve this problem."

Bahamut’s gaze grew even heavier. He said, "But once you bear my Platinum divine power, you too will be trapped in this endless cycle of suffering. By then, there will be no opportunity for regret like there is now."

Seeing David and his mother remained unmoved, He seemed to make a decision.

"I’m sorry, I can’t let you embark on the same mistaken path as me.

"Even if it means that you come to despise or even hate me.

"Time will prove that my choice is the right one."

The next moment, Bahamut’s claws descended, like suffocating shadows, to envelop them both.

Yet David, seemingly still with leisure to spare, turned to Pafila as if to a friend and asked, "Your turn or mine?"

Pafila smiled. "You choose first; I’m good with either."

David then asked seriously, "Even if I might die as a result? And would that plunge you into a troublesome mire too?"

Pafila’s expression also turned serious.

"If that’s your choice.

"After all, you came to be because of me... yet you never truly belonged to me.

"So, choose boldly and without worry.

"If you fail, I’ll still be here."

David turned back, raised his head, and nuzzled his Red Dragon mother’s cheek. "Thanks, Mom. I’m off then."

"May the wind always be at your back," she replied.

The next moment, hearing this blessing, David’s form abruptly transformed into a blaze of dragon-shaped light.

Then, before Bahamut’s disbelieving eyes, it surged towards Him, seeking to devour Him.

Authority—Gluttony.

David even felt like laughing deep within his consciousness.

He was the true master of all things.

Arrogance.

And by also devouring the Platinum Dragon God’s avatar, David officially came to possess the divine powers of both Dragon Gods.

In that instant, David, who had only recently ascended to Legendary rank, felt as if he were splitting apart.

Both physically and consciously.

In reality, David, every scale on his body burning with divine power, knew he couldn’t maintain this balance for long. He immediately locked his gaze onto his predetermined target—the crimson moon, The Slaying King Star.

Mach rings flashed in the night sky as he shot forth like a star streaking upstream. Watched by the stunned, complex gazes of all present, he charged headlong towards the falling celestial body.

ROAR!!!!!!

Everyone understood his intent and his target, yet they were utterly powerless to stop him.

Just as he was about to collide with The Slaying King Star, which drove him into an ever-greater frenzy, David glanced back. He saw his Dragon father, Attilicia, tearfully pursuing him in the night sky, a futile chase as tears streamed down his face.

Attilicia seemed to be constantly roaring something at him.

But David could no longer hear anything.

"I will return," David murmured.

"I’ll return as someone you can be proud of..."

With that, in this body-sacrificing strike, The Slaying King Star—which had hung like the Sword of Damocles over the heads of all dragons for 30,000 years—disintegrated into a shower of brilliant dust.

That night, across different planes, all dragons, amidst their unawareness, couldn’t help but raise their heads to gaze at the night sky.

This night, David truly became...

That brilliant light.

"David Uthos..."

At that very moment, within the now-silent Dragon Inheritance.

The previously silent torrent of time suddenly erupted with an unprecedented roar.

The singular timeline that had borne the trace of David’s existence...

Collapsed with a deafening crash.

Yet, in that same instant,

Every torrent of fate,

Now carried his image.