Reincarnated as a World

But before Drako could show off his power, the strange creatures were suddenly bombarded by hundreds of silver beams that emerged from somewhere on his right. The attack was very quick and very insidious, targeting wings and causing many of the creatures to fall to the sea where they were very likely to die, and all of this happened in just a few seconds.

 

‘So bizarre…’ Drako pondered inwardly. He didn’t need to use his Spirit Sense to figure out who the attackers were, it was undoubtedly the infamous Moonlit Wasps, a colony of insects that had appeared out of nowhere to take a spot at the top of the food chain.

 

As usual, they were very quick to react when their Queen was in danger. They attacked before he could and took the spotlight.

 

Drako would have snorted if there wasn’t a very real chance that doing so would cause his attack to literally backfire. That would be bad. And embarrassing.

 

In any case, since he couldn’t claim the glory of being the first attacker anymore, he was going to go for the next best thing. The best attacker.

 

He immediately sent more mana to his mouth, causing the flames gathered there to not only move more vigorously but also shine brighter. If he released the attack now, with how much mana he had put into it he would definitely cause a lot of damage, and he was just about to release it when he caught a hint of purple in his peripheral vision.

 

He kept his head steady but looked to the left with his eyes, catching the sight of the Crystal Dragon King breathing out a torrent of purple-coloured flames on a group of the deformed creatures who had gotten close enough.

 

And in typical fashion of the illustrious Dragon Breaths, it didn’t just engulf that group, it had also covered a good portion of the sky.

 

The attack was very impressive and caused quite a few charcoaled corpses to drop in droves, one of them even had the fading aura of an Enlightened Beast, even if only at the first stage.

 

The Crystal Dragon King huffed out a cloud of smoke after the deed, looking unfazed and unbothered as if what he did was no biggy.

 

It was cool. Impressive. Flashy even.

 

Drako hated it.

 

Nobody was allowed to be more flashy than him, especially not that purple stone lizard.

 

He hesitated for a second before deciding to show one of his hidden cards. He ignored the attacks that both sides began to launch at each other and entered a state of absolute focus. In the short time, even if an attack was to reach him it was unlikely to be powerful enough, so he could afford this.

 

Following that, not only did he send even more mana into his attack, he also decided to utilise his Bloodline power.

 

This turned the [Fire Breath] he was initially going to use into something else.

 

You see, way before he had ever entered the 4th Realm and evolved again, he had been trying to figure out ways to use the Breath skills that the ‘True Dragons’ were famous for. Which is to say, when he had hijacked their genes with the [Evolutionary Blood Beast Technique], although it brought him a lot of goodies, the Breath ability was not included.

 

Technically, most Beasts could breathe out their chosen element so long as their element wasn’t something too strict and rigid, but none of those attacks were comparable to the Breath attacks of the True Dragons.

 

Their Breath attacks not only had a much, much greater area of effect, but they were also much, much more destructive. They were so unique that they had entered a category of themselves, famously known as Dragon Breath. And this was the greatest reason for his decision to use the Evolutionary Blood Beast Technique on that Wind Supreme Dragon that day, abandoning his Snake roots.

 

In the Snakes vs Dragons war back then, the Dragon Breaths had caused profound carnage, which, along with their prodigious defence, allowed them to be even in the war with the Snakes despite the ratio of Dragons to Snakes being something like 1:10.

 

Obviously, he had dreamed about obtaining this powerful ability for himself when he successfully evolved into a snake-dragon hybrid at the 3rd Ream (even if the Evolutionary Blood Beast Technique had reset his cultivation), and yet, like a thunderous tail whip to the face, he eventually came to the realisation that he did not get the Dragon Breath.

 

It was a tragedy. Moreover, he didn’t even get the other target for his decision which was the wings. Which meant that he couldn’t even fly for a while until he developed an alternative method using the Wind Element.

 

He could only thank his ever-shifting luck that he chose the Wind Supreme instead of a different one.

 

But moving on, as an ex-snake, he had been born with the ability to spray venom and he did not lose that when he became a Divine Dragon, despite the fact that his entire head had changed. But that was not what he wanted. He wanted the Dragon Breath.

 

So he worked on his venom spray almost every day in the hopes of someday achieving his dreams, and eventually, he learned how to infuse flame mana into his venom, creating a fiery venom spray technique of sorts. But that was still far from what he wanted.

 

Eventually he reached his limit when it came to venom spray techniques, and although he created something special, it was still not enough.

 

So he went back to the basics. He started working on the good old gathering-mana-into-your mouth-and-releasing-it-into-a-breath technique, something that - once again - most Beasts could do. He kept working on it, going through various experiments that often ended up injuring him, sometimes severely.

 

But his efforts were not for naught. At one point, he learnt how to combine his fiery venom spray with the fire breath. It did not increase the raw power, but it did increase the damage that it could cause. It gave the breath the ability to apply a burning venom to whatever it touched, making his attack extremely deadly even if you survived it.

 

The amount of times he had heard of someone dying to this venom days after the attack had hit them was not small. There were even a couple times that his foes begged for the cure. Not that he had it.

 

This technique was obviously special and would not have been possible without his previous proficiency in the more normal ‘fiery venom spray’. In a normal situation, he would have encountered the issue of his venom being evaporated by the fire itself. But he overcame that issue easily and created a truly powerful technique.

 

But this was STILL not what he wanted. He wanted, much, much, much more. Something even greater than the Dragon Breath that he had been coveting.

 

And eventually… he got it.

 

The technique that gave him the courage to call his race the Divine Dragons, greater than real Dragons.