The Villain's Story-Chapter [414] Dreams do have meaning...

[Alan Peccator PoV]

No matter what I did, no matter how many buildings I threw at him, or even when I turned the entire mountain against him…

I was unable to stop his charge, Slowly but surely he was getting close to me. Either he avoided the obstacles or even sliced them apart, he would always keep getting closer, even if I tried to teleport him away he would simply cut the portals.

He would not make the same mistake again.

There are only a few meters left before his sword reaches me.

And I hate to admit it but…I cannot do anything but watch.

My body is reaching its limits. A dragon's mana is nearly endless, but my young body cannot handle it when I am using such a large amount. My veins are being crushed and my entire body is underneath such a massive pressure…it is as if a mountain is on top of me.

The gravity field I set up is slowly decreasing, and I cannot do anything to stop the Heavenly demon from getting closer…and closer.

I can see his scarlet eyes staring at me like I am a dead man. He has already declared my defeat, a defeat he will bring.

[Supreme Dragon of Frost Lanesha urges you to use the Miracle tear now.]

'No.'

I denied Lanesah, using the miracle tear now is a waste. I can survive this…I think.

There are still more than 50 floors left before I can clear this accursed tower and get the cure for Sam.

I cannot use it yet. If a harder boss than the Heavenly demon appears on the next floor then am I supposed to just die? He is not the final boss.

If I cannot defeat him without it, then I cannot defeat the other bosses with it.

The Tower gives trials, not executions. There is a way to surpass this trial. I just hope I don't have to use my trump card.

But I think I may have to, with how things are going there might not be another choice.

"Die."

His sword was now mere inches away from my heart, and the black energy it was exuding was so powerful the world was losing its color. The world was bowing down to it, unable to resist its might.

'Shit.'

I cursed and tried to use whatever mana I could muster to try and hinder his sword.

But I was unable to.

My eyes widened in shock as I witnessed the use of Martial art stronger than the Heavenly Sky Spear, which was a five-star art. But the art was weaker than the Chaotic spear, which was a seven star.

'6-stars…'

I thought, as the ink-black blade pierced my heart, my scales did nothing to stop it. The sharpness and power possessed by it were so overwhelming my draconic scales were unable to even slow its movement. It was as if my mighty scales were paper in front of it.

"Ugh…"

I coughed up blood as the sword exited my body from my back, it had perfectly pierced my heart. My mana could not hinder it, neither could my natural defenses.

"It is your defeat now, Challenger."

The heavenly demon's voice rang in my mind, as my body slid off the sword.

[Supreme Dragon of Frost Lanesha urges you to use the Miracle Tear lest you die.]

My body fell down the Heavenly demonic mountain, crashing against the rugged edges of the mountain.

My bones fractured from the impact as my near-dead body approached the ground at a frightening speed.

[Supreme Dragon of Frost Lanesha forces you to use the Miracle tear immediately!]

I could feel Lanesha interrupting the trial and forcefully moving my body to access my inventory and use the Miracle tear.

But I resisted it.

This is not the time…

[Supreme Dragon of Frost Lanesha says your body may be strong, but it will splatter into a gory mess when it hits the ground!]

'I know.'

The bottom of the mountain is really close.

But even though I can see my death, I don't really care.

Because I know I am not dying yet. It may not be perfect, but it will do the job.

"Ha…"

Just before I hit the ground, I activated my trump card.

[Skill: Dragon Transformation (FROST) has been activated.]

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[Heavenly Demon, Ma Cheon's PoV]

'Impossible…'

I could not believe the sight in front of my eyes.

A majestic eastern dragon began to ascend right in front of my very eyes, into the dark skies of Murim.

"...Impossible."

I muttered again, in pure shock.

The dragon's body, pure as newly fallen snow, glistens with a soft, iridescent glow. Its scales shimmer with a pearly sheen, refracting the moonlight into a myriad of subtle colors. As it rises, its serpentine body undulates gracefully, each movement resembling a dance in the heavens. Each movement is so similar to the dance of the dragons shown in the new year…The dance of the dragon I had seen in my dreams.

Each and every movement of the dragon was so natural and beautiful that my eyes could not look anywhere else but it. It captivated me.

The dragon's flight carries it closer to the moon, and as it nears the celestial body, it bathes in the moon's silvery radiance. The moonlight bathes the dragon's scales, causing them to shimmer even more brilliantly. It is as if my dream has been brought to life…

A layer of frost covers my body, my fingers are covered in snow and my blade begins to freeze.

But I still stared at the dragon. Admiring it.

The dragon's most captivating feature is its eyes—two radiant orbs of astral blue. They emit a gentle, celestial light that seems to hold the mysteries of the very cosmos themselves.

"HAha…"

I let out a hollow laugh, which soon turned into a maniacal echo.

"Hahaha!"

My dream…

The dragon from my first…and only dream. Finally…The tower has completed my wish.

It is that dragon…from my dreams.

'Master…you were right.'