Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 739: Successful Operation

The guild's private dimensional space, war room.

Faint echoes of distant battles still trickled in from outside, yet the command room inside remained steeped in utter silence. A gigantic map hovered at the room's heart, its glowing markers blinking on and off without cease, where each minor alteration spelled life or death.

No one in the war room uttered a word. Every eye locked onto the displays showing the Goblin Guild’s territory.

Precisely where Lana led her legion in a crucial mission—one poised to inflict severe damage on the foe.

Daniel had already pulled off a triumphant operation, exceeding his initial objectives.

Enemy outposts in their sector lay in ruins, and should this mission succeed too, it would deliver yet another devastating hit.

Breaking that hush, the door swung open. Several heads swiveled in its direction.

Daniel stepped inside.

Blood still marred his garments—not merely the enemy's, but signs of the fierce fight he'd just endured.

The Fallen Ones were absent. They had retreated to the inner world for recovery. Despite minimal harm—actually unscathed—they chose to rest anyway.

A handful of commanders went quiet briefly, their stares fixed on him.

Explanation proved unnecessary... yet he delivered a report regardless.

"The operation succeeded. Multiple enemy outposts stand fully demolished. Their supply lines lie in chaos..."

"And... the primary targets fell as well." He hesitated momentarily before concluding.

His original task targeted those behind the slaughter of half the guild’s troops.

Yet during his return, he even took down a Half Step S-Rank commander.

Such an Awakened held immense value for any guild, harboring the promise of S-Rank status—a force mere steps from national supremacy.

Now, one from the enemy ranks lay slain.

Numerous stares intensified.

They recognized this young man's uniqueness, but his power surpassed their wildest expectations. In truth... he operated on an entirely superior plane.

Some pondered if they themselves could best him.

Doubt clouded their minds.

All bore S-Rank strength, still... certainty eluded them.

"The squad unleashing those AoE assaults... has been utterly eradicated. No more threats from them. Hidden units might linger, though."

Finally, pent-up breaths escaped.

The map revealed stark shifts. Foe pressure eased, their formations wavered, and for the war's first time... Everlight Moon's troops drew relieved air.

Guild forces had beheld the outpost demolitions and commander’s demise firsthand, sparking morale revival and fiercer counterattacks.

Varnos kept his focus on the map, his steady, resolute voice filling the chamber.

"You've aided us greatly. Thank you."

"Enemy pressure wanes. Those assaults won't recur," he added.

"Prime moment to steady our footing. Vigilance against fresh ploys remains essential."

Nods rippled through the group as fresh directives flowed out.

Daniel stayed apart from the talks, rooted in place.

He scanned the room.

"Where’s Lana?"

"Not spotting her, he inquired.

"Her legion breached the Goblin Guild’s domain with her," Serah answered. Gone was her prior detachment; respect now tinged her words.

Previously, Daniel's Fallen Ones alone earned their regard.

Now, unveiling his personal might commanded true peer respect, no dismissals allowed.

Daniel nodded, aware of her assigned duty.

Reflecting now... the moment felt right.

"Infiltration succeeded," Elira stated, head still down, poring over data.

Map images shifted.

"Key enemy sites lie wrecked. Support paths crippled..."

"One prime mana distribution hub also obliterated."

A crippling strike against the enemy.

Without prompting, she elaborated on mana distribution centers, piquing his interest.

"Arrays like these intrigue... but does this nation possess such advanced tech?" he queried after a pause.

"Negative. Such gear hails solely from the central continent. Purchased from a global entity, undoubtedly," Elira responded.

"No public records exist. Strictly covert."

Daniel's brow furrowed as he eyed Varnos, intent obvious; the man grasped it instantly.

Perhaps the array suppliers to the Goblin Guild pulled strings from the shadows.

Even so... what recourse existed?

Confront a global titan?

Annihilation would follow before awareness dawned.

Why meddle in this nation's trivial strife?

Their land offered nothing remarkable—isolated, inconsequential.

What truly transpired?

"Trouble looms, though." Elira interjected abruptly.

Attention snapped to her. Fresh markers dotted the map.

These stood apart.

Heavier glows, sharper presences. Straight trajectories aimed at Lana’s legion.

"What manner of foes?" Varnos's eyes tightened.

Elira looked up this time. Uncertainty gripped her too, yet potent Awakened they were.

Data and aura scans swiftly cross-referenced records, pinpointing the mightiest signature's source.

Simplicity itself. Success came quick.

"Jason. Goblin Guild leader's sibling and trusted aide."

Varnos's gaze sharpened more. Room faces soured.

Jason posed a formidable threat to Lana.

Beyond her grasp.

No mere skirmish—this risked her life.

"High-caliber auras trail him... beelining for Lana," Elira pressed on.

Map distances dwindled.

Nearing relentlessly.

"Collision spells disaster for the legion."

"Retreat brings brutal casualties... if retreat proves feasible," another voiced.

Eyes swung to Varnos.

Dilemma clear as day.

Reinforcements dispatched now... arrived too late.

Silence stretched seconds long.

Daniel observed the map mutely throughout.

"She can't prevail."

Calm tone, absolute conviction.

He'd clashed with that scum. Strength known intimately.

Glances met him, yet words failed.

Consensus reigned.

Battlefield live feed materialized on the map.

Lana's legion.

Opposing them... potent auras aplenty.

Jason prominent.

Gap vanished. Tension peaked.

Command room air thickened further.

Daniel shut his eyes briefly, drew a deep breath, then reopened them.

"...This is bullshit."

Vengeance beckoned.

Instantly, his form vanished.

For an instant, confusion reigned among some.

"...What occurred? Where'd he vanish to?"

Eyes returned to his former spot—emptiness alone.

Varnos lingered gaze there seconds more.

Composure held, yet a subtle grin curved his lips.

Soon, Alaric would behold his brother's decapitated corpse.

Meanwhile, over the Goblin Guild’s territory skies.

Clouds parted—not for sunlight, but to clear arena for combat.

At altitudes muffling ground clamor, two figures confronted.

Lana.

Jason.

Fierce gales whipped between. Mana roiled the atmosphere, their auras warping the heavens themselves.

Moments passed immobile.

"Your father gifting such a prize to our guild... delights me. Your head returns to him shortly." Jason's gaze swept Lana coolly, lips twisting into a smirk.

Lana offered no retort. Her slim blade rose, gaze icy.

No words for scum. Delay invited more Goblin Guild arrivals.

Then, she blurred from sight.

Initial strike rent the skies.