Chaos Maker

"As I thought, you're a mysterious one," Mira said. The moment the contract was established, she felt an immediate connection between herself and John, as well as a link to a strange, enigmatic place. It was a location she could recall in her mind, yet she couldn't comprehend its nature or purpose. She instinctively knew that she could reach it if she desired. The contract was the key to accessing this mysterious place.

John remained silent, refusing to elaborate.

"You're so stingy," Mira pouted.

"It'd be boring if I explained it to you. Wouldn't it be better if you explored it yourself?"

"You have a point," Mira admitted reluctantly.

She asked various questions about the magic contract and sought important information about John. They chatted for a while before parting ways, John returning to his cabin and Mira heading back to sleep.

Upon entering his cabin, John opened a portal leading to a pocket dimension tied to his very soul, one that only he could access.

A Week Later

John completed his secret base and named it Mert.

Standing in front of a shabby-looking hut beside his cabin, he nodded in satisfaction. His base was now complete, equipped with all the safety measures necessary to explore the world without worry.

While lost in thought, he suddenly recalled something important he'd forgotten to ask.

[Sasha, how do I remove the seals?]

[You can remove them once you reach a certain level of power.]

[That sounds simple enough. By the way, do you know how many seals there are?]

[There are at least ten seals.]

[At least?]

[I've detected ten, but there could be more.]

[What's the likelihood of more?]

[80%.]

[That's high, huh?]

John went silent for a moment, then shrugged it off.

"I'll deal with the mystery when I remove those ten seals," he muttered. "Looks like I need to get stronger. I guess it's time to tackle that dungeon."

[Sasha, can you provide information about the dungeon? I don't have enough data to deduce its type, and my memory about my creation was sealed so I can't remember anything about them]

[As you wish. Here's the info:]

—

Name: Arlene

Race: Living Construct, True Dungeon

Level: Forbidden

Scale: Eternal Level Unknown

Floors: Endless

Layers: Endless

Type: Dragon Dungeon

Class: Normal Dungeon

Name: Carlene

Race: Living Construct, Intermediate Dungeon

Level: True Creator

Scale: Unknown

Floors: 1,000

Layers: none

Type: Dragon Dungeon

Class: Dungeon Gate

—

"I hit the jackpot." John grinned as he read the data.

He returned to his cabin to prepare for the journey ahead.

The Next Day

John locked his cabin door and whistled rhythmically, calling for someone—or something.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar shook the mountains, sending every creature in the area scurrying in fear.

In the distant sky, a massive green wyvern, the size of a bus, soared toward John. It circled the sky several times before landing gracefully in front of him, bowing its head in respect.

The wyvern opened its mouth, releasing rhythmic growls and roars. To most, the sounds would seem like unintelligible gibberish, but John fluent in all languages understood them perfectly.

"Nice to meet you, Sir John. I am Grek, a humble wyvern from the third mountain over there," it said, gesturing with its snout.

"Nice to meet you too," John replied in the wyvern's tongue.

"Grek, do you know where Orario City is?"

"Yes, Sir John. It's west of here, about 40 million kilometers away."

"Perfect. Take me there."

John leaped onto Grek's back.

The wyvern flapped its powerful wings and ascended into the sky. Despite Grek's maneuvers, John stood on its back with arms crossed, unmoving as though his feet were glued in place.

Once they reached a stable altitude, Grek maintained a steady flight toward Orario.

A breathtaking view unfolded before John's eyes. Vast oceans of towering mountains stretched endlessly, their bases blanketed by lush forests teeming with powerful monsters. Raging rivers carved through the land, feeding vast meteor-formed lakes. Snow-capped peaks rose majestically, while deep ravines revealed only endless darkness. Amidst this spectacle, the sun began to rise, its light cascading across the landscape. Flocks of wyverns soared across the horizon, completing the magnificent scene.

"Hold on tight, Sir John. It's going to be a long journey," Grek warned.

John nodded, lay down on the wyvern's back, and relaxed.