Crashout ll
I flapped my wings and slowly lifted off the ground, the earth cracking beneath the force of each beat. Without looking back, I surged into the sky, heading straight toward the center of the continent—toward the ones who took Moon from me.
Five hours later
What should've taken a month, I crossed in five hours.
Berserk Mode doubled my stats, making every flap of my wings a sonic boom across the sky. The winds screamed past me, the world below a blur. I wasn't just flying—I was hunting.
Soon, I saw it: a massive clearing near the continent's first level. There, dragons circled like vultures. In the middle stood two figures—one massive, scales black as night with a scar over his right eye. Balerion. The King of Dragons. The other... smaller, glowing faintly, caught mid-transformation. I recognized that light.
Moon's core. Her essence. They were using it. Feeding it to this dragon. Twisting her into a weapon.
I saw red.
ROAR!
My fury exploded from my throat in a deafening blast. The dragons turned their heads, startled. Their expressions quickly morphed from confusion to panic.
I inhaled deeply and unleashed a torrent of fire—not just any fire, but a concentrated Dragonfire Roar, hot enough to melt mountains.
Chaos erupted.
Most of them fled. Cowards. But those who couldn't? They were bathed in flame, their screams drowned beneath the roar of my rage.
Balerion stood unmoved, shielding the transforming dragon with his colossal frame. He looked up at me and roared, voice booming across the field.
"Kill that fool!"
Thousands of dragons took to the skies, flames igniting in their throats. They rained fire down on me.
I laughed.
Their flames danced across my scales. I opened my maw and ate their fire, swallowing it whole, feeling it fuel me, then spat it back, magnified. Whole squadrons dropped, their charred bodies crashing to the ground.
I dove.
I tore into them like a living nightmare—biting, ripping, slashing through scale and bone. I felt claws tear at my flesh, teeth sink into my wings, horns crash into my ribs.
I didn't care. I didn't feel a thing.
I smiled through the blood.
Dragons shivered.
Before they could regroup, I lunged again—skulls crushed underfoot, wings shredded, limbs torn from sockets. The battlefield was a massacre.
A hundred dragons dead, maybe more. Then I heard the roar.
"Fall back!" Balerion's voice thundered. The sky cleared as the dragons retreated.
He landed across from me.
"Why?" he growled. "Why kill your own kin?"
I didn't respond.
I couldn't hear anything over the roar in my head. Over Moon's last words. Over her fading breath.
I charged.
The other dragons moved to defend him, but he barked, "No. I'll handle this myself."
As I neared, Balerion met me head-on. My claws lashed out—he dodged and, with terrifying speed, ripped my arm off at the shoulder.
I stumbled back.
Looked at the torn limb.
Then looked back at him... and smiled.
My arm regrew before his eyes.
Shock flickered across his face.
And then I attacked again, now tapping into the full might of my Versatile Arsenal and Battle Trance.
Strike after strike. Fangs, claws, tail. I fought like a demon.
Balerion roared and slammed my face into the dirt, then blasted me with fire. My grin widened as I stood, consuming the flames, my stamina surging.
This time, I didn't aim for the king.
I turned toward the dragons who'd escaped earlier.
I wanted them to suffer too.
I crashed into the crowd, rending wings, crushing necks, devouring those I caught. Blood soaked the skies. Screams echoed through the clearing. There was no mercy. No escape.
Then—BOOM!
A force slammed into me. I flew through the air and crashed into the earth, skidding across the rocks, shattering a cliff face.
Balerion dove.
BOOOOOOM!
A crater formed—three miles wide. Dust and flame filled the air.
As it settled, he saw me.
Still alive.
Still healing.
I stood slowly, skin reforming, bones clicking back into place. I looked up and grinned wider.
His eyes narrowed.
He struck again, hammering me into the earth. Once. Twice. Over and over until the crater deepened.
Five minutes later
He paused, panting.
But my body kept healing. I could see doubt forming behind his eyes. He raised a claw and pierced my chest—and pulled something out.
A heart.
His gaze flickered. Not knowing that taking my heart would have no effect, my regeneration would just heal it.
I lunged while he was distracted, aiming for his throat. He barely blocked it in time. I clamped down on his arm, biting hard, and with a savage twist, ripped it off.
"ROAR!" he howled, blood spraying.
He struck back, but I deflected and landed a few meters away, arm in hand.
I tore off a chunk and started eating it.
Staring him down with wild eyes and a smile that only grew more insane.
He lunged. I didn't dodge.
BOOM!
My bones cracked again, but I fought back harder. Fist to claw. Flame to fang. Blow for blow.
And I felt it.
His fear.
Every time I healed, he hesitated. Every time I smiled, he flinched.
I laughed.
Mad and free.
He grew slower. I grew faster.
Each blow I landed restored my stamina by one percent. With my stamina regeneration and super regeneration, I would never tire or die from these attacks. He would. He was.
Then I struck.
My claw pierced his chest, cracking through his ribs. He spat blood.
I moved behind him, grabbed his wings, and began to pull.
"ROAR!!!"
RIIIP.
His wings tore free.
He screamed.
I laughed and began breaking his limbs one by one.
One hour later
He lay there.
Broken.
Dead.
From pain alone.
I stared down at him, the thrill fading. The rage didn't.
He died too easily. Too soon.
I turned, remembering.
"...Moon…"
I scanned the battlefield.
Empty.
The other dragons were gone.
"..."
ROOOOAR!!!
My roar tore through the heavens.
How dare they run. How dare they leave. How dare they live.
They would all pay. Every last one.
ROAR!!!
I unleashed a furious roar and rampaged, tearing through everything in sight—trees shattered, boulders exploded, and beasts were ripped apart by tooth and claw. My vision was red, my mind blank. Rage drove me forward, and destruction followed. The ground trembled beneath my steps, and the sky darkened from the smoke of everything I burned.
Only when the last tremor faded and the berserk state wore off did I stop.
Breathing heavily, I collapsed to my knees, shifting back into my human form. I sat there, hunched over, arms wrapped around myself, chest rising and falling. Ash clung to my skin. Blood—some mine, most not—stained my hands. The silence felt deafening.
"System…" I whispered, voice trembling. "I defeated Balerion. What do I do now?"
[System Notification] Host, you must still defeat Pride and Pyra to earn the rite of passage from the Will of this Realm.
"Tch." My teeth ground together. The rage began to bubble again, not from madness this time, but cold calculation. "What if I just destroy the whole damn continent? What happens then?"
If you do, the realm will retaliate.
"Can I win?"
With all your current power, there is an 80% chance of success.
I chuckled. It wasn't a happy sound. "Good."
The dragon within me stirred. My bones cracked, skin hardened, and wings burst from my back. I transformed again, rising tall as a colossus in the smoke-filled sky. A monster reborn.
And then the world burned.
Hours Later
Nothing remained of Level One. Ash coated the earth like snow. Blackened craters stretched in all directions. Fire danced across the distant hills.
Then came the cries—roars, caws, and howls—from every direction.
I turned, baring my fangs.
They had come.
Pride, King of Lions, golden mane glowing like firelight. Pyra, Queen of Phoenixes, wings stretched across the horizon, flames trailing behind her like a comet's tail. Behind them: dragons who had escaped me before. Beast kings and queens from every level. Legions upon legions of monsters.
Perfect.
I opened my maw. Fire gathered, pulsing with raw energy. I released it.
BOOM!!
Thousands were vaporized in an instant.
The rest surged forward, rage and vengeance fueling them. Their attacks lit up the skies—claws, fangs, lightning, earth, wind, shadow. But none could pierce me. Their weapons shattered against my scales. I moved like death itself, cleaving through them, dismembering, incinerating. For every beast that fell, two more came.
Pride and Pyra exchanged a glance—then lunged together.
Slash!
Their claws cut deep across my chest. Blood sprayed into the air. But I didn't react. My pain resistance was at its peak, and my wounds stitched together before their eyes. Gasps rippled through the army.
They tried to flee.
I didn't let them.
I was faster. Always faster.
I grabbed Pride mid-dash, jaws closing around his neck. I bit down and twisted. A sickening crack echoed as I crushed the life from the Lion King.
Pyra screamed in anguish and took to the skies. I followed, wings thundering.
She hurled firestorms, but I consumed them greedily, feeling my stamina return with each lick of flame. Realizing her mistake, she shrieked—and the heavens split open.
Tens of thousands of energy attacks rained down upon me.
I didn't flinch. I stood my ground, taking every blow.
The sky trembled.
When the final blast ended, smoke cloaked the battlefield. Silence reigned.
Then I stepped forward—unharmed.
Their fear was palpable.
I smiled. A cold, inhuman smile.
With a flash of speed, I struck Pyra. One swipe. That was all it took. She fell, a blazing star extinguished.
Then came the massacre.
One Week Later
Nothing remained.
Where once a vibrant realm stood, now lay blackened ash and scorched ruin. The ground crackled beneath my feet as I walked slowly, alone, back in my human form.
Before me pulsed the core of the realm—the heart of this place. The prison that held me for over a thousand years. Its light flickered like a heartbeat, struggling.
I clenched my fists, fury bubbling anew. I raised my arm.
Then a voice echoed.
"Stop."
I froze. "Who's there?"
"I am the core of this realm."
My eyes narrowed. "You?"
"Yes. I have watched you. And I offer you a deal."
I scoffed. "What could you possibly offer me?"
"I can bring back Moon."
The world seemed to stop.
"She… she's part of this realm?" I asked quietly.
"Yes. I can restore her—but only with your help."
My breath caught. "If you lie to me, I'll destroy you without hesitation."
"I don't lie. Pour your energy into my core. Her essence still lingers, but she cannot survive without you. She will become your creation. Your… cub."
For the first time in a long time, I felt something soft. I lowered my hand onto the core and released my energy.
Ten minutes passed.
"It's done," the core said. "Now, I shall remake her body."
I waited. Barely breathing.
Ten more minutes.
Then, light shimmered in the darkness—and a small figure took shape.
Familiar.
She opened her eyes.
"Where… am I?"
She looked around, then saw me. Her face lit up. "Erik!"
She ran to me, throwing her arms around my waist. "Did you heal me? Why is everything burning?"
I couldn't help it—I laughed. She was back. Already full of questions.
System Notification
You have been granted the right of passage. Note: She is now fully human and has lost her powers. The realm lacked the energy to restore them.
I nodded. A glowing portal opened before me.
I picked her up.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"My world," I replied softly. "We're going home."
"REALLY?!"
"Yes."
We stepped through the portal.
On the other side, the sky was blue. Birds chirped. Grass waved in the wind. Life. True life.
"Erik… I'm hungry," she whined.
I laughed. "Don't worry. Eat all you want."
I summoned food from the system store—chips, cakes, chocolate, noodles, sodas. She dug in gleefully.
An hour later, her stomach bulged. She hiccupped, eyes drooping.
I picked her up and sighed. "Okay, that's enough."
"Nooo! You pinky promised, Erik!"
"Moon, you can't even move." I chuckled. "You'll explode."
Then her expression changed. Her hands trembled. "Erik… I don't have my powers. How… how will I protect myself?"
Tears welled in her eyes. I wiped them away gently.
"You don't need powers anymore. I'll protect you. I defeated everything in the Forgotten Realm—even Balerion."
Her eyes sparkled. "Really?"
"Yep."
She tilted her head. "Wait… did I… die?"
I smiled sadly. "Yes. When the core brought you back, it used my energy. You're my child now."
She blinked. "I'm your daughter?"
"Yes."
"Nuh uh!"
"What?! I am your father!"
We both laughed.
Then she jumped into my arms again. "So if you're my dad… Do I get presents?"
"Of course. Every birthday. Every Christmas."
Her eyes gleamed. "Then… today's my birthday, right?"
"Yes. What do you want?"
She leaned in, grinning. "Well, I want—"