Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 705: Three Weeks Of Seclusion

For three weeks, Daniel secluded himself in intense training. In the meantime, the dragons executed every one of his commands, gearing up for the formal declaration of his command.

His retreat served multiple purposes. Primarily, he aimed to investigate and trial his fresh racial powers, along with the emblem bestowed upon him by the Dragon Goddess.

Regrettably, the Mother System offered scant details regarding that emblem or his lineage. It seemed probable that virtually no records existed about his race in its databases.

Yet, what sparked curiosity and doubt was the absence of any data on the Dragon God’s Emblem as well.

Once immersed in seclusion, via a series of varied trials, he uncovered nearly everything, or at least a substantial part, of his racial powers.

The Innate Primals race's initial power was, of course, the Primordial Flame. Despite merging with this fire, he retained full control over its use.

This flame's hue was exceedingly peculiar. It resembled a blend of every recognized color. Even more bizarre and mind-blowing were its capabilities.

Far from a typical fire, the Primordial Flame possessed the capacity to incinerate laws and even abstract concepts. He grasped that, in certain ways, he might incinerate the Mother System's very interface with this blaze.

Yet, its potential extended beyond mere ruin. The flame held the vitality to bestow existence. Through it, he had forged his inner realm from void and infused it with vitality.

Still, limitations persisted, requiring further practice to unlock a profound mastery of its application.

In essence, he perceived its capacity to eradicate corruption. Should this hold, the flame stood as the ultimate arsenal against Corruption Beasts and perhaps the blight consuming realms.

A further racial power was his inner world, known as the World Seed. Within his form dwelled an entire realm. Therein, he could confine any entity, dominate its principles, and wield godlike dominion.

He also discerned that he had evolved into an irregular entity, one seemingly detached from destiny or chronology.

Having transcended to a state where his essence was excised from the fabric of creation, did true being remain? Such an enigmatic contradiction eluded even his complete comprehension.

Broadly speaking, he noted that his affinity for all laws had surged to one thousand percent. His insight velocity had skyrocketed by millions, allowing effortless grasp of laws with minimal exertion.

Over the course of those three weeks, he elevated his mastery of the Law of Death, the Law of Eternity, the Law of Destruction, the Law of Star, and the Law of Moon to full completion.

Consequently, he could now effortlessly manipulate numerous laws sans hindrance and harness their utmost might. Total mastery of a law typically emerged only at S Rank or beyond, reaching National Rank.

Yet he, while ostensibly A Rank, had attained it... In reality, though, A Rank no longer applied to him.

He had transcended the prevailing ranking framework entirely. EXP collection remained viable, yet his mana ceased to expand. Absent was any mana palace for storage or buildup.

Advancing in rank had turned virtually unattainable.

In its place, he acquired Divinity. From his knowledge, this trait belonged solely to deities. As a mere mortal, it should evade him, yet his heritage permitted it.

The issue lay in his lack of acquaintance with it. Ranking up eluded him now. Even paths to greater strength baffled him.

This necessity fueled his encounter with the False God. He anticipated its aid in resolving this dilemma.

Beyond racial powers, the Dragon God’s Emblem granted him further skills aiding his dominion over dragons.

[Dragon God Authority] marked the initial skill he claimed.

Absolute dominion over dragons defined it. Every dragon, irrespective of strength or blood purity, yielded under his presence, compelled to obey his desires instinctively.

Hence, elders groveled like attendants before him. Naturally, resistance wasn't impossible for them.

By forfeiting vast swaths of lifespan and blood essence, they might defy his directives. However, with no harm inflicted by him and no malicious plans, plus his status as the Fallen Heir, they complied willingly.

[Bloodline Rewrite]

The second skill he secured allowed mending defects in draconic bloodlines, cleansing them, and promoting their advancement.

Performing these feats demanded relinquishing part of his Essence, an notion transcending mere being.

On the bright side, expended Essence restored itself over time, albeit slowly. Thus, he chose to deploy this skill as incentives for the dragons.

Furthermore, empowered dragons benefited him immensely.

Heightened loyalty and a mightier force awaited him. Should they battle deities against that corruption—or whatever menace loomed—he required an overwhelmingly formidable legion.

[Dragon God Manifestation]

The third and concluding skill he gained remained unproven. It transformed him into a dragon for a ten-minute span.

Evidently, not a common drake, but a Primordial Dragon.

Activation, however, required half his Essence. Post-transformation, debilitation would leave him immobile, enduring dire repercussions.

Accordingly, he resolved against employing it save in dire peril.

Though intrigue burned to behold his draconic guise.

These outcomes encapsulated about ninety percent of his three-week isolation's yields. The leftover ten percent concerned integrating his heart with the Heart of Destruction.

Victory was his. He fused his heart to the Heart of Destruction successfully. Danger proved minimal, yet agony was excruciating and prolonged. Such torment caused repeated blackouts throughout.

Ultimately, triumph came, and union with the heart was achieved. Thus, he now possessed a fount for the Law of Destruction.

In totality, his Dragon Valley sojourn ranked as life's paramount boon thus far. Yet an ominous premonition whispered of impending catastrophe.

He merely wished his instincts erred, or that he could confront whatever arose.

Reflections on the prior three weeks complete, he gradually unveiled his eyes.

Upon awakening his gaze, he stood at the threshold to Dragon Valley's profoundest, most venerable depths.

This realm's nucleus and vital core. Its ruin would annihilate the dimension wholly.

The abode—more precisely, the confinement... of a False God.