CHAPTER 274: CHALLENGING ELEANOR!?

"I am a human, just like you," Zarek said in a deep tone, his eyes looking at her with amusement.

"I know, but..." Zytharia hesitated, thinking for a split second before sighing as if her soul came out with that sigh. "I don’t wanna pry any longer, but I know one thing: you might be able to lead us, human."

"That is out of the blue," Zarek said with a chuckle. "Also, you keep calling me human, aren’t you one too?"

"I am a Demi-god. We are also called semi-gods and cannot come under the category of humans. If you wish to reach my level, then you will have to become a demi-god yourself if you want to feel the changes," Zytharia said naturally with a firm tone.

"Ho?" Zarek was completely intrigued when he heard this. "What’s so special about it? Don’t you bleed red blood too?"

"...You will know about it when you reach that level," Zytharia said after a long pause.

"So, what now?" Zarek looked around, a little clueless.

The Nagas were doing a wonderful job of spreading his image so that people could worship him and gather a steady amount of fate that he could convert into Divine Energy.

He had also gained the strange pressure that the Demi-god could apply.

Of course, Zarek didn’t believe that this was the only power they had; likely, it was deeper. But for now, he would have to level up his Telekinetic Energy.

He was still a master, which was strong, but in this battlefield between the races, it would be troublesome, to say the least.

"Human, do you want to come to our house of Demi-god?" Zytharia invited after some time of contemplation.

"Sure, if you want me, then I am happy to come," Zarek grinned.

Zytharia carefully looked at Zarek and shook his hand. "We are happy to have you. Our councils control the entire human race from the shadows, and our only job is to protect humanity at all cost from both internal and external threats."

"Oh, that is intriguing," Zarek replied with a raise of his brows.

"If you have so many Demi-gods, then why don’t you attack the Dragon race?"

"Do you think that the Dragon race is as simple as you have seen?" Zytharia replied with narrowed eyes. "The Supreme Dragon Emperor is already comparable to an average Demi-god, but they also have a hidden force much like ours."

"I see." Zarek nodded expressionless.

Although this meant nothing to him, it could very well be a warning for Drayken. The entire dragon kingdom might very well be called his backyard; however, this hidden force could be a deciding factor that might challenge his authority, so he had to be extremely careful about it.

Just as he was thinking about all these things, which, in all honesty, was just a moment for Zarek, Zytharia suddenly tugged at his sleeves, snapping him out of his reverie as he looked at her with a confused gaze.

"Let’s go," Zytharia said and closed her eyes.

"How are we—!?" Zarek paused mid-sentence because he could feel the space wrapping around him, and the very next moment, his vision completely changed to a giant castle with a giant board hung over it, written with the text, "The Council."

"Follow me," she instructed, turned around, and walked forward without a word.

Zarek turned towards Aiken and Eden, then smiled gently.

The two broke out in cold sweat and hurriedly followed behind her, far away from this Telekinetic Master devil.

’You don’t know my level of pettiness until you experience it,’ Zarek smiled while walking, quickly following behind her as well.

Honestly, Zarek could always go back to the empire and meet with Melissa, but honestly, they were a little weak. Now that his perspective had broadened, only the emperor was a Telekinetic Paragon, how could they help him in any way?

But here, with so many powerful people, he could abuse his Adapt skill even further and upgrade quicker.

So, for now, he should settle here.

***

"Hmm, hmm, this is a little troubling." Drayken stretched his body, rose from the pile of books, and looked to the side, at the mirror, to take in his appearance:

His lush crimson hair had turned completely white.

Maybe it was a sign that he had completely integrated with his Lightning Saint bloodline, but in one morning, he just found himself like this.

And his pupils had turned white as well. It was an eerie sight to look at—almost like a ghost, but with his facial features, it would be more aptly termed a "Handsome Ghost."

Anyway, the problem he was facing was the fact that there were some forces way beyond his comprehension monitoring the entire kingdom. It would be really troublesome for him, wouldn’t it be?

A variable he couldn’t control, honestly, knowing it only troubled his heart, but if he didn’t know it, it would be even more troublesome in the future.

"I need to get stronger." Drayken narrowed his eyes and walked out of the royal library, took his dragon form, and crossed the raven which had countless spikes.

An old man looked at the fleeting back of Drayken and nodded his head.

"This grandson of mine is truly not something to be trifled with, even if he isn’t the one from the prophecy, he is even better than that." The old man chuckled and rubbed his white beard, "I should tell those stubborn ancient dragons to take their hands off."

Drayken was unaware of what the old man was thinking as he landed on the ground. The moment he did, a group of dragon people bowed their heads.

"We greet your highness," they uttered with utmost respect.

"Hmm." He nodded his head and suddenly looked to the side, a thoughtful frown on his brows. "Did you send the challenge to Eleanor?"

"Yes, your highness."

"Hahaha, did she accept?"

"Yes, your highness. She said she will take your challenge anytime."