The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases-Chapter 532 - 323: The Last Red Dragon King

Good news: I became a god as soon as I transmigrated.

Bad news: This world has already spun out of control.

This is a world completely overwhelmed by madness. Before David "transmigrated" here, this world had already gone insane. The elves, who had successfully occupied Elariya and reached their zenith for the second time in history, triggered a total internal war with the Drow elves, opening the gates to their homeland of Ferodiel. The tide of madness spread throughout the entire multiverse. This further compounded the misfortune of the dragons, who had already faded from the stage of history. David "resurrected" from a Dragon God known as Tiamat in such conditions. That's why some of the Chromatic Dragon Priests who still retained their own will saw him as the last hope of redemption.

But only David, who had struggled through this, knew just how damned tricky the situation he faced really was. This goddamn world is beyond saving, for heaven's sake! Even if he was a Dragon God. Even if he was a god with the cheat-like powers of the Seven Sins Authority. In the face of the overall environment's continued downfall and collapse, individual efforts and struggles were already futile. It was like an amplified Dragon Mad Lock that indiscriminately unleashed madness on all races and operated without cooldown.

In the midst of such pervasive frenzy, and under a similar bioaccumulation effect akin to heavy metals in an ecosystem, it was actually the gods of the Pantheon who went mad first, subsequently corrupting their believers through the pillar of faith. Take, for example, Bahamut, the North Wind Dragon King worshipped by the Metal Dragons; he seemed utterly crazed, relentlessly hunting David. The 'Tiamat' David had transmigrated from had been slaughtered by Bahamut, who had even torn off four of her heads. So much so that after David "took over," only this Red Dragon head remained. Therefore, the Chromatic Dragons also referred to the newly revived David as—the Crimson Dragon King who broke free from delusion. For David, however, all he could muster was a heavy sigh.

It's like taking over a game that was guaranteed to lose midway. It's been played to this level of depravity; why the hell keep playing? Just restart already! But the problem was, David, who had played Souls-like games and even Warhammer in his last life, couldn't be certain that simply ceasing to exist in such a Cthulhu-esque world wouldn't turn out even worse and more irreversible...

In this continuous decline and repetitive lamenting, even the naturally cheerful David inevitably sank into a negative and depressed mood.

"Damn it! Damn it! Why am I always the unlucky one!"

—Despair emerged from nowhere, like an invisible crown wrapped in thorns and barbs. In such a collapsing world, Despair was undoubtedly a poison that accelerated madness.

Just as David began to Deny all the efforts he had made and the decisions he had taken over the years, he started to Hate his own ridiculous and pitiable fate, this sad and laughable world, and the elves who created these circumstances. He started to obsess over unreliable mysticism, attempting to adapt to this awful world by hypnotizing himself with his own Arrogance Authority, twisting his own senses. As persistent Despair led him to develop more impractical delusions, his heart was about to collapse into nothingness, becoming the Abyssal Depths that swallows everything when...

His other self, from a different world, found him.

And so, memories of another life began to surface in his mind.

It was a transmigration experience that lasted over half a century. It was the selfless parental love from Pafila and Attilicia. It was the affectionate companionship from his sister Tania. It was the love of a partner from Nifadora, who gave without reckoning and asked for nothing in return. All of this, like clear, warm spring water, moistened his long-dried heart.

Even... the Arrogance of being born a dragon, the yearning for beauty and Jealousy, the Wrath against injustice, occasional Sloth, Greed for everything in the world, inadvertent Gluttony, and even a touch of Lust...

These Authorities, which filled David with more positivity and vitality, also shattered the corrupting Authorities of Denial, Hate, Obsession, and Despair that had accumulated from helpless frustration and were destroying him from within, like broken shackles and chains.

David, who himself was on the brink of collapse and madness due to all this accumulation, was thus healed by his other self...

He was healed... He was free again...

"So that's what it was..." At that moment, David found himself in tears. The tears of the Crimson Dragon turned into a misty vapor, winding around him, creating a magnificent spectacle before finally gathering into clouds and falling as rain.

Soon, the Chromatic Dragons under David's command, who had already developed psychological afflictions or whose bodies had even begun to twist and mutate, were astonished to find that they were regaining their health under the nourishment of this 'warm rain'! It wasn't just their bodies that were recovering; even their originally agitated and frenzied minds were being gradually soothed.

This was simply a divine act! No, this was a miracle that should have been impossible in this world!

"Your Majesty, the Crimson Dragon King!"

"Your Majesty, the Crimson Dragon King!" The Chromatic Dragons prostrated themselves in droves before David's almost towering figure, not out of fear, but from their hearts.

"As expected of me! Hahahaha!" David, however, suddenly burst into proud laughter. He felt inexplicably proud of his actions.

So, it turns out that I, too, could achieve success... Whether in family, or in career, or when facing a similarly desperate situation and fate... In the end, I was also able to make the right choices. And to never waver, until death!

And now, it was time for this world's David... to step forward.

With emotions surging, David seemed to think of something. He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the dark mountain range in the distance, roaring low, "Bahamut, if you dare, come out and fight me for another three hundred rounds!!!"

The gray and gloomy sky, after a dead silence, echoed with an already frenzied Dragon's Roar:

"ROAR!!!!!"

A pale dragon, already twisted by excessive Despair and madness, leaped from the mysterious mountains, pouncing straight toward David. Following it was a tide-like surge of twisted Metal Dragons.

"Prepare for battle!!!" These Chromatic Dragons—who should have been arrogant, irascible, cunning, greedy, or slothful—stood together on the same battlefront for the first time in the history of this world. Without waiting for David's command, the Chromatic Dragons had already arrayed themselves in an orderly fashion around their Dragon God in the sky, ready to face a war that was doomed to be unwinnable.

When the original justice and order of the world had already become twisted and broken, the forces that should have been chaotic and evil became the world's last justice and order. David, watching this heroic and tragic spectacle, revealed a smile of inexplicable emotion.

Then, as Bahamut charged toward him, he spread his wings and soared into the sky. "Come on!!!"

He was preparing to change the battlefield. Otherwise, the collision of divine powers between him and Bahamut would obliterate the last hope of the dragons in this world. If destruction was inevitable, then it might as well be in the elves' territory.

"Your Majesty, the Crimson Dragon King!!!"

The dragons all looked up together, witnessing their Dragon God take on that unbeatable pale dragon, charging towards the source of the tumult: the homeland of the Elves.

The final... Ferodiel.

"Damn it! If I must die, I will at least understand why!"

Greed.

This was the last thing this world's David could do with all his might for himself. Just as his other self had unhesitatingly rushed toward The Slaying King Star... he would go to the very source of this corrupted world and see!

As the saying goes: know your enemy and know yourself, and you can fight a hundred battles without defeat.

He wanted to do this for himself. To be a Scout.

Even if... there was no light ahead.

Even if... there was no retreat behind.

He would still... embrace life through death!

「For ten whole years.」

David, in the heartland of Ferodiel, died a glorious death.

And before his death in battle, he dragged the already corrupted Bahamut of this world with him.

Together, they transformed... into a light that illuminated all darkness... that guided the way forward...

Light.