Dragon Monarch System Chapter 1058:- Divine Crimson Storm Dragon

"You must have faced many hardships." Freya felt a pang of guilt, realizing she hadn't been there for her friend during her most desperate moments. However, the events had unfolded with such swiftness that no one could have intervened in time.

The teleportation arrays across the entire Empire were rendered useless, and in a single night, a whole civilization was erased. To this day, the perpetrator remains unknown, a mystery only beginning to unravel as Freya uncovered details about the organization.

"I won't deny it was a difficult period for me," Athena admitted.

"My own sister, Laura, was on the brink of being lost forever if not for Aditya's intervention. He confronted the organization head-on, shielding Laura until the very end."

It was only after her consciousness merged with Laura's that Athena truly grasped the depth of Aditya's unwavering support throughout the years. He had consistently been her pillar of strength whenever she needed him most.

Remembering the time she was targeted for assassination just before the crucial tournament to determine the new ruler of the Deep Sea Palace Empire, Athena recalled Aditya stepping in as her bodyguard. He had even faced the most formidable and lethal assassin across the six continents to ensure her safety.

Furthermore, when the organization moved to abduct her, Aditya appeared at the eleventh hour, rescuing her from their clutches.

Without Aditya's decisive action in bringing Laura to the tunnel world, Athena acknowledges that locating her sister in the vastness of their reality would have been an insurmountable task. The limited time available made finding Laura an impossible feat on her own.

Hearing about the extensive assistance Aditya had provided to both of them significantly enhanced Freya's perception of him. What was once a positive impression based on hearsay now felt concrete and deeply personal, resonating far beyond mere distant praise.

Even before their paths crossed in person, Freya had heard whispers of the Dragon Monarch, the sovereign of the Istarin Empire. His renown had spread like wildfire, a testament to his extraordinary achievements in a remarkably short span. Within just two and a half years, he had accomplished what many rulers couldn't in a lifetime. This widespread acclaim naturally drew her admiration and profound respect.

At that time, his face remained a mystery; no portraits or paintings existed. Thus, she remained oblivious that the celebrated figure she heard so much about was the very Aditya to whom she was betrothed. However, upon learning the full story and connecting the dots, her perspective underwent a dramatic shift. For a fleeting moment, the Goddess of War pondered if Aditya was, in fact, more deserving of his legendary title than she was of hers.

Freya herself had attained significant accomplishments, earning her a formidable reputation on the battlefield. She was recognized as an unstoppable force once engaged in conflict. Yet, when she measured herself against Aditya, the disparity became undeniable. His prowess wasn't confined to a single domain; while she commanded the battlefield, Aditya seemed to excel in every endeavor he undertook.

His capabilities extended far beyond martial strength. In matters of governance and administration, he operated on an entirely different level. The systems he implemented, the structures he erected, and the manner in which he steered his empire were far superior to the standards of most rulers. In mere years, the foundational framework he established became a benchmark for other empires to study and emulate.

Freya was no exception to this admiration. She had diligently studied his methodologies and incorporated elements of his model into her own empire's operations. She readily admitted this without reservation, her pride never hindering her pursuit of improvement. She wasn't the sort to cling to outdated methods simply to preserve her image. If a more effective approach presented itself, she embraced it, learned from it, and made it her own.

Indeed, she held immense pride in her capacity to dominate the battlefield and maintain an undefeated record. That unwavering confidence was forged through countless campaigns and victories. Yet, her pride never crossed into arrogance. It wasn't a toxic trait that clouded her judgment or fostered a sense of superiority. It never impeded her willingness to learn or accept that others might excel in specific areas.

In her estimation, if strength were assessed solely on skills and abilities, Aditya might very well be the most potent cultivator globally. The sheer diversity, depth, and sheer power of his techniques placed him on a plateau that was incredibly difficult to reach, let alone surpass. In this regard alone, he was indisputably in a class of his own.

Despite this, she didn't entirely exclude herself from the highest echelon. She believed she still possessed a strong claim to a top position, particularly in direct combat scenarios. However, a subtle seed of doubt lingered within her. While confident in her own capabilities, she wasn't so conceited as to overestimate her prowess. Being the Goddess of War didn't equate to invincibility. She understood the possibility of defeat, a realization that kept her firmly grounded.

"It seems our conversations invariably circle back to him," Freya remarked, prompting laughter from the other three women.

And indeed, that was precisely the case.

"Speaking of him, where might he be?" Freya inquired of Athena.

"He mentioned he intended to meditate in his chambers. Having just achieved mid-fifth order, I believe he needs time to stabilize his cultivation," Athena responded.

"Still, his cultivation speed is astonishingly rapid," Laura commented.

Initially, Laura was already at peak fifth order, while he was merely a third order. Yet, in such a brief period, he had ascended to mid-fifth order, wielding power so immense that no one within the fifth order in this realm could match him.

"He is indeed a man of great talent." Freya, possessing a wealth of life experience, arrived at two conclusions after considerable observation.

Generally, this world harbors two distinct types of prodigies. The first category displays innate talent in every endeavor from the outset. Regardless of the domain, their abilities are consistently evident, setting them apart naturally. The second category, however, differs. Their true genius remains dormant until a specific juncture, typically around the onset or conclusion of puberty, after which their progression becomes swift and overpowering.

Freya had always held the conviction that the latter type ultimately achieves greater distinction. Once their latent potential is unlocked, they tend to outshine others at an incredible velocity. Their development isn't merely fast; it's explosive, as if all prior deficiencies are suddenly rectified in unison.

"He is also a Divine Crimson Strom dragon, a lineage unprecedented. That fact alone must significantly accelerate his cultivation," Freya added. It was common knowledge that possessing a special bloodline bestowed cultivators with substantial advantages, facilitating faster cultivation, a profound grasp of skills, and more rapid breakthroughs. With such a rare bloodline, it was only natural for Aditya to advance at a pace far exceeding conventional standards.

"Did he truly receive the title of Dragon Monarch?" Freya had first learned of this from Aditya’s father. The concept of an individual holding such a grand and extraordinary title was so staggering that she found it difficult to accept.

Consequently, she couldn't resist inquiring among the girls to ascertain its veracity.

"Yes!" Aditya had personally displayed his status to them.

Within this world, individuals could view their statistics at special altars, which were ubiquitous.

"So, he is genuinely the sovereign of all dragons in this world?"

"There is but one King of all Dragons, and that is our husband, Aditya," Rin declared, unable to contain the immense pride swelling within her as she uttered those words.

"As the Dragon Monarch, a single drop of Aditya’s Divine Crimson Strom Dragon blood holds the power to transform an ordinary human into a dragon, specifically a unique type known as a Dragonian."

"Indeed, I have heard of Dragonians. However, I have been unable to pinpoint the origin of their lineage," Freya acknowledged. The genesis of the Dragonians remains a profound enigma to the external world, a secret so meticulously guarded that even many nobles within the Istarin Empire were unaware of it.

Freya fell into a sudden silence, contemplating a particular possibility.

"What is on your mind?" Athena inquired, noticing the diminishing awkwardness between them as comfort grew.

"I am pondering whether Aditya might consider bestowing this ability upon the troops of his allies."

"Furthermore, I wonder about the feasibility of transforming some of my most elite soldiers into Dragonians," Freya mused, referring to soldiers who had already attained the 7th-order of Cultivation.

"Well, I am confident that if you present this to him, he will undoubtedly agree," Freya affirmed with a serious nod.

She also felt a need to ascertain whether her soldiers' loyalty to her would undergo changes upon becoming Dragonians. Should her soldiers develop an unyielding allegiance solely to the Dragon Monarch, that would present a significant complication.

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