"I have not experienced any of these three transformations, yet I have been promoted to legend?" I was speechless.
According to the information received from the panel, my dragon body has been transformed and infiltrated by the power of the void. It has undergone irreversible changes, embarking on the path of pure flesh.
This wants me to use my body to blow up everything, I thought silently.
While thinking about it, my slight depression quickly dissipated.
After all, my core is Void Feast.
"And can this also be understood to mean that the essence of the power of the void is strong enough to reject the rules of the star worlds?" I thought from a different angle.
It was quite overbearing to directly prevent me from understanding the so-called rules.
Even gods—their power is actually the result of gradually understanding the rules and authorities that govern the star realms—they are still tied to the star realms.
But the power of the void directly led me to break out of that framework and follow my own path.
Thinking of this, I immediately felt much better.
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When the Black Dragon Lord's dragon body experienced special changes, the talkers of the three Deep Sea Empires also gathered together beneath the sea.
Three projections formed by magic crystals appeared in a palace.
The mermaid queen Shashamil had long, wavy pink-blue hair and a gorgeous fishtail that matched her hair in color.
The sea-man emperor Georgos looked much like ordinary humans, except for his blue skin.
She had long, wavy blue hair, and her alluring upper body was clad in plush shoulder pads. She sat on a throne, with three pairs of arms neatly folded. The thick, dark blue snake tail of her lower body slowly twisted beneath her. Her face was cool and charming—she was the Naga Queen Beya.
On this day, in response to the Abyssal invasion, the three Sea Emperors gathered together for the first time in a long while.
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No one knew what the three Deep Sea Emperors discussed after they met.
People only knew that after this meeting, the three Deep Sea Empires crossed the rivers and slowly dispatched deep-sea fighters onto the main continent, bringing face-to-face resistance to the demons that were almost flooding the mainland.
This greatly eased the enormous pressure on the mainland races and gave them time to breathe.
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Time just kept on ticking!
Almost a month had gone by since the last time the ice elf asked for help.
In The Huge Dragon Pond
The enormous Black Dragon lay motionless atop his mountainous hoard, his wings folded, eyes gently shut as though lost in the serenity of slumber. But this sleep was a lie—an illusion cast upon the physical world. In truth, his mind had drifted far beyond flesh and scale, detached from the material plane and adrift in a place utterly foreign.
A realm of nothingness.
It was a space devoid of time, without sound, without color. A boundless void where light itself had forgotten to exist.
The first sensations that greeted me were cold solitude and overwhelming silence. Not the silence of peace, but the kind that seemed to press against the mind, whispering of eternity—of floating alone forever in a world where even the concept of direction had withered.
I wasn't standing, or flying, or falling—I was simply drifting through the endless dark.
At first, I feared I had died and that this was some purgatory beyond understanding. But soon, reason anchored me. I realized this strange, quiet abyss was not death. I could leave whenever I wished.
It wasn't a prison.
It was a door.
I'd discovered this place for a simple reason, Since my body had been eroded by the void in recent days and completely alienated, I had discovered that I could enter this space at any time I wished. I had gained something else. A new power.
A gift—or perhaps a curse—from the void.
This space was born from that change. It was tied to me now, like a shadow that stretched across planes. At first, I entered cautiously, filled with suspicion. But as I came and went, again and again, my apprehension faded. I understood now: I could enter and exit at will. The void did not consume me. It accepted me.
Still, questions lingered.
Especially one that gnawed at me with growing unease: where had my Reincarnation gone?
That power—my authority in separate space, my half-formed god-realm—had been one of my strongest skills. A space that once housed an entire underworld filled with the dead, my loyal sons of death, all standing in ranks awaiting command. It was not perfect, not yet a complete kingdom of godhood, but it had been mine. And now, it has vanished.
I'd tried summoning it.
Nothing answered.
No gates opened. No shadow armies marched. No divine echoes stirred the void.
I searched for it within this space, only to find that the once-thriving landscape of reincarnation space and dominion had decayed into this silent, devouring abyss. There was no life here. No flower of bone. Only me—and silence.
It was a devastating blow.
I had poured time into building that space. Cultivated treasures. Nurtured followers. Built order from chaos.
Gone.
The only consolation was that I had already consumed all the treasures I had hoarded within that realm before its collapse. In the end, I didn't lose everything. But it was close.
I began to experiment with this new space, seeking boundaries, rules, or purpose. But even that had limits. I discovered I could no longer summon beings into this void—not even the weakest soul. The gate was one-way. I could enter, but I was alone.
I don't know how long I drifted in that emptiness. It could have been hours. It could have been weeks. Time had no meaning here.
Then—finally—something changed.
In the lightless eternity, I saw them. Three massive orbs slowly materialized ahead of me, like stars being born in a sky that had never known light.
They floated silently, suspended in the abyss. Each was different in size—the largest was a mountain compared to the others, while the smallest barely cast a glow.
Curious, I began swimming—if it could be called that—toward them. My form glided through the void, pulled by instinct and curiosity.
As I approached the medium-sized sphere, a wave of familiarity washed over me. My ancient heart stirred.
"…The aura of this one… it feels like the Tal Plane."
Yes. The energy, the scent of life and war, the heartbeat of a world I called home. But something was off. Slightly skewed. Like a reflection seen through rippling water.
I gazed at the other two spheres, trying to make sense of what I saw.
If this one represented Tal… what about the others?
The largest radiated blazing, chaotic energy, pulsing with heat and rage. Its presence was hot, even from afar. That sphere could be nothing else.
"The Abyss," I murmured to myself. "The Lava Wasteland."
A hellish plane of carnage and fire.
And the smallest? Cold. Silent. Whisper-thin aura, filled with ethereal sadness and unending hunger.
"That must be the Ghost Plane. The land of wandering spirits and forgotten cries."
There they were: three realms, suspended in the void.
Tal. The Abyss. The Ghost Plane.
Their boundaries shimmered with a translucent gray hue, as if protected by membranes of ancient will. I floated before them, my thoughts heavy. This wasn't just random. These spheres were real—representations of their respective planes, projected into this space I now inhabited. But why?
What did it mean?
Was this void a hidden layer of reality?
Or had I become something more than a dragon?
I didn't have the answers. Only decisions.
After long contemplation, I made mine.
"Let's see," I muttered, eyes narrowing as I turned toward the middle sphere—the one that resembled my birthplace.
Tal.
I drifted toward it, then pressed forward.
As my draconic body pierced the gray membrane surrounding the sphere, my vision exploded with light.
The forest stretched below me—endless, ancient, and lush.
Above it towered the black citadel—my citadel—its spires stabbing into the sky like obsidian teeth.
I stared, stunned. This was no illusion.
It was home.
But how could it be here?
Dark Forest
Castle Black, City of Monsters.
All of this feels too familiar, causing me to be stunned and nervous. But unlike the dark forest of reality, this vast forest is gray.
A feeling of silence and nothingness.
"There are creatures in the Black Castle." I looked far into the distance and noticed many creatures in the monster city beneath Castle Black.
Somehow, I felt a little nervous.
There was even a faint sense of fear of the unknown.
What am I afraid of?
In this fear, is there also a 'Black Dragon Lord' in that Black Castle? 'Is there a me in there?'
Do I want to quit?
I can clearly perceive that I can withdraw from this space at any time.
But after just a moment of hesitation, my heart became firm.
I have to check it out.
Through all my growth, although I have not encountered many life-threatening dangers, my heart has grown strong.
The reason for fear is the unknown.
But because this unknown is connected to myself, it must be clarified.
After resolving my inner doubts, I unfolded my dragon wings and flew toward the majestic gray-white 'Castle Black' in the distance.
In this space, I can only use my own flesh. I am unable to use any other abilities—no spells, ability, spirit power, dragon breath, or special alienation abilities. None of them can be used, at least for now.
The speed at which I flew was very fast. The gray forest below quickly receded behind me, and the gray-black Castle Black rapidly approached.
Closer.
The creatures in the City of Monsters below the Black Castle were already clearly visible.
Tall jackals, Big Brother Brain, forest trolls, frost trolls, swamp trolls, dragonkin, etc.—all could be seen.
But their colors were all gray.
A huge black dragon was soaring over the City of Monsters, yet the gray creatures below seemed not to notice the black dragon at all, as if it were invisible to them.
I retracted my gaze from the gray creatures below and calmly looked toward the tall castle black not far away.
With a flap of my wings, I flew over.
After a moment, I landed on the 'Paint Black Square' and retracted my dragon wings.
The original 'Paint Black Plaza' was named that way because it was built with special black rocks, but now, those dark rocks had also turned gray.
I took a deep breath and walked in the direction of the Dragon Pool.
Along the way, I watched the dragon guards and dragon maids moving through 'Castle Black.'
But all were blind to the black dragon.
"It seems like they have no soul."
Upon closer inspection, I suddenly discovered that these dragon guards and maids had hollow eyes and numb expressions, as if their souls were missing. Puppets dancing on strings.
However, this discovery relieved my heart.
If they had souls and wisdom, then I would be afraid.
After all, if their appearance was exactly the same as reality, and they had souls and wisdom, then what was this?
Who is real and who is fake?
As I pondered this, I arrived outside the Dragon Pool, hesitated for a moment, and stepped inside.
In the gray water vapor, beyond the haze of color, a dragon identical to me in size and appearance lay curled atop the grey rock.
As if sensing my arrival, the gray dragon slowly opened its empty dragon eyes and looked in my direction.
'It can see me.' I felt a sense of unity.
But before I could think of how to respond to this scene, the gray dragon in the distance rushed over upon seeing me.
I struggled for a moment but ultimately did not choose to withdraw from this space—because, somehow, my heart seemed to yearn for this encounter.
'Let's become one.'
'Then fully accept your void.'
The gray dragon instantly arrived before me. The red vertical pupil of my black dragon met the gray dragon's empty eyes, and then—they merged into one.
The gray dragon fused into my body. Change began, starting now.
In the gray space, I fell into a deep sleep, and my enormous dragon body underwent its deepest mutation.
In the real world, on the Tal surface, within the Black Fort's Dragon Pool, the black dragon also fell asleep.
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I don't know how much time passed. In the gray space, I awoke.
The slowly opening dragon pupils were no longer purely red but tinged with silent gray-white, appearing colder and devoid of emotion.
I observed the dragon body that seemed reborn and looked around at my surroundings, which now appeared clearer and more familiar. My expression showed slight confusion.
Instinctively, I followed the feeling of indulgence and activated a certain ability—my black dragon scales instantly turned into cold gray dragon scales, and my pupils turned completely gray. Then, four massive horns emerged, and grim bone ridges along my spine were also coated in a layer of silent gray-white.
At this moment, my appearance was exactly the same as that of the gray dragon. The only difference was that my pupils were alive and intelligent, while the gray dragon's had been empty.
"This space is becoming more and more real, as if it truly exists," I muttered to myself.
Before I turned into the gray dragon, although I felt a connection to this space, it was as if separated by a thin membrane. And before the gray dragon fused with me, I felt out of sync with the world around me.
Now, it felt like I was at the very center of the Tal material plane—comfortable and at ease. No, even exaggeratedly so.
As I thought about this, my dragon claws touched the space—and my dragon body disappeared into the air.
In the next moment, the gray dragon appeared in Castle Black's palace, emerging from the void.
[Void Shuttle]
I instinctively knew the name of this ability. Or rather, it was automatically formed from my consciousness the moment I used it.
Below, dragon maids standing in rows noticed the appearance of the gray dragon. Their empty eyes turned to look at it.
I saw several familiar figures among them:
Maid – Sophia
Wolf-Woman – Tina
As soon as I thought about it, the gray dragon descended before the two of them.
Even as they stared at me with empty eyes, I didn't feel nervous. After merging with the gray dragon, this space had become my domain.
How could the owner feel anxious in their own home when facing a group of 'projections'?
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In the gardening room, the gray dragon extended a claw toward maid-chief Sophia, and a thick dragon claw pointed at her forehead, which was over four meters high.
In that moment, I saw a gray 'line.'
Following that 'line,' I saw Sophia in the real world—teaching a group of newly selected maids the rules of Castle Black.
Suddenly, she paused, then her spirit shifted into emptiness.
At the same time, in the gray space, the previously numb Sophia standing before the gray dragon gradually regained motion in her eyes.
Sophia panicked when she saw the massive gray dragon before her, but quickly calmed down because she sensed a familiar and intimate aura from the gray dragon.
"Master," Sophia bowed.
At that moment, she was quite shocked. One moment, she was teaching a new group of maids. The next, she found herself in a gray space surrounded by numerous empty-eyed maids.
If not for her psychological resilience, forged over time, any ordinary dragonkin maid would likely have been terrified and confused.
"How do you feel?" I asked, looking at Sophia with curiosity.
I honestly hadn't expected to be able to pull another creature into this space.
"Feels... wonderful," Sophia responded after a brief moment of awe, quickly adapting to this new 'body.'
Following an intuitive feeling, she used the special energy within her. A gray short blade emerged from the void.
Sophia played with the gray short blade, examining it, then gently swung it at the space before her.
With a chant, a gray-white blade formed, cleaving into the ground and easily cutting a deep, massive gash into the hard stone floor.
Sophia was startled. "Sorry, Master."
"No problem." I didn't mind at all. I continued, "Besides condensing special weapons and using special energy, what other abilities do you sense?"
After Sophia calmed down, she continued to experience the ability of her new body, but she regretted that there was no new ability other than those abilities. it might be that other abilities are too well-hidden and have yet to be discovered.
I groaned, and it stretched out my fingers again, pointing to Sophia's forehead.
A large amount of void power was transferred into Sophia's body. It was somewhat different from the void power in reality. In this gray space, the void power seemed even purer.
In the real world, if I instill a large amount of void power into a creature already deeply immersed in the essence of the void, it will usually mutate into a descendant of the Void Dragon.
So, in this gray space?
Under the focused intensity of my draconic gaze, something subtle began to shift within Sophia. Her once-serene expression shimmered with the faintest flicker of change—light, then shadow, then light again—until her lips parted in a silent gasp. A slow, deliberate tremor coursed through her tall, graceful frame. Along the line of her spine, just beneath her skin, a faint swelling emerged.
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