Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1156 - 475: I Am the Volcano! (Part 4)

The purer the bloodline, the more easily it becomes locked under the power of the "Monarch of Annihilation."

In order to survive safely in this new world, the Dragon Race had no choice but to proactively lower their bloodline purity, using generations of propagation to blur identity markers.

"Those who dilute their bloodline do so not to integrate into human society... but to... survive..."

The captain finally understood the hardships and motivations behind the choices of the ancestors labeled as "traitors" in clan history books.

They didn’t betray the race’s honor; instead, they were protecting the future of their descendants in the most painful way.

This cognitive upheaval proved deadlier than any physical attack.

The captain felt his entire worldview collapsing, transforming once firmly believed convictions into laughable illusions.

At that moment, Baroque rushed in just in time to hear these desperate confessions:

"What are you talking about?!"

He angrily stepped forward, grabbing the captain’s shoulders and shaking him vigorously:

"The Dragon Race is the noblest race! We possess the purest bloodline! How can you say such blasphemous things?!"

But the captain only looked at him with vacant eyes, his voice filled with the desolation of death:

"Noble? Pure? We are merely a group of wanderers who can never go home..."

"Our bloodline is not a symbol of honor but a marker of death..."

"That being still waits in the depths of the universe, awaiting the call of our bloodline..."

These words slithered like poisonous serpents into Baroque’s ears, planting seeds of doubt in his heart.

If the Dragon Race truly are fugitives, then his lifelong pursuit of "bloodline purity" is actually increasing the risk of being hunted?

If the Dragon Race’s glorious history is all a fabricated lie.

Then all his efforts to uphold this glory have become a joke?

"No... This is impossible..."

Baroque took a few steps back, his face turning pale as paper:

"You’ve been bewitched by something... These are all illusions..."

Yet the truth, like Pandora’s Box, once opened, can never be closed again.

The seed of doubt has already taken root in his heart, beginning to wildly absorb the anxiety and fear deep within.

The solid belief in "bloodline purity" begins to show its first fatal crack.

But the captain simply looked at him sadly, eyes filled with pity:

"Although there are levels to our lineage, the fact that everyone is a refugee is surprisingly consistent..."

These words hit Baroque’s heart like heavy hammers.

He wanted to argue, to roar, to disperse this unease with anger.

But some deeper instinct told him that the captain might be speaking the truth.

Why would the Dragon Race choose to mix with "inferior" species?

Why do those ancient Dragon Descendant families all enthusiastically dilute their bloodline concentration?

Why is it that the purer the Dragon Species, the more they encounter "accidents"?

If the Dragon Race were truly rulers, these phenomena would be completely unexplainable.

But if they are fugitives, everything becomes reasonable.

"No..."

Baroque slumped to the ground, his hands clutching his head:

"This can’t be... This is absolutely impossible..."

But the seed is already planted.

The perfect belief in "bloodline purity" begins to crack, allowing countless previously overlooked doubts to flood in like a deluge.

Cecilia stood by, observing coldly the collapse of faith.

She did not speak to comfort or mock.

As an equally obsessive existence, she understood the pain of shattered beliefs.

Moreover, the weight of this truth made her start to re-examine her pursuit of "perfection."

If even the Dragon Race’s glory is false, then is her adherence to "absolute aesthetics" also built on some illusionary foundation?