Chapter 110: Frost and Arcane Dragon

“Is this the most suitable candidate you found to be the experimental subject?”

The speaker was Leopold, a man in a white lab coat who had left a fleeting impression on Vilyric.

From their conversation filled with developing memories, Vilyric understood they were no longer in the City of Courage or even within the bounds of the United Kingdom, but rather in a remote village of the Ost Empire.

A long-anticipated experimental site and stronghold constructed by the Throne of Immortality.

Rebecca had been abducted during one of Herbert’s outings while he was shopping for ingredients in town, kidnapped by a human trafficking gang that had just arrived in the City of Courage. She was drugged and transported to this place.

Those foolish traffickers didn’t even realize that their target was the daughter of the president of the Adventurers’ Guild of the United Kingdom, nor did they comprehend the true intentions of the mysterious organization that purchased young children.

They were merely ignorant fools driven by profit.

Perhaps they had already suffered Herbert’s ruthless vengeance upon his return, but Rebecca had no knowledge of any of this.

She was simply bound to the experimental table, casting furtive glances at those mysterious and terrifying men in lab coats, and even without seeing it firsthand, Vilyric could imagine the sheer terror and unease etched on the girl’s face.

“Yes, Master Leopold, after a series of tests, this girl has the highest soul strength among all experimental subjects, an unprecedented gap. She likely possesses a special gift, making her a ‘Divine Chosen’.”

“Divine Chosen…”

With short, black hair that gave off an intellectual vibe, Leopold turned his gaze toward Rebecca, revealing a gentle smile akin to that directed toward a cute little animal.

“Little girl, what’s your name?”

“I-I’m Rebecca… Uncle, can you let me go? My dad is a very powerful person… I will tell Dad to…”

Leopold raised his hand, interrupting her weak pleas with a non-negotiable attitude and displaying a smile that was devoid of malice—pure like that of a seeker of knowledge.

“Little Rebecca, you can call me Leopold. Next, I need your help with an incredibly sacred and grand project that will have a profound impact on this world.”

“It will make you powerful, surpassing your father and everything you know… immensely strong! This is something only you can achieve, the strength and glory that only you can wield!”

“How about it? Aren’t you thrilled and excited!”

The man raised his hands high, like an actor in a one-man show, cheering wildly.

From the start to finish, Vilyric felt no lies or insincerity emanating from Leopold; this guy genuinely believed it.

He truly thought his experiment was a grand evolution for Rebecca.

“But I don’t want to be powerful… I don’t want any glory. All Rebecca wants is Daddy. Please, let me go back… Wuu… where are you, Daddy? Save me… Do you really not want Rebecca anymore?”

“Hehe, look at her, she’s so happy she’s crying! Don’t keep this child waiting too long, let’s start the experiment already.”

“Yes! Master Leopold!”

Rebecca’s pleas had no effect on the undead whose basic human emotions had long been stripped away.

As one of them injected a potion into her arm, the little girl’s vision gradually blurred.

Since this was Rebecca’s memory, Vilyric’s world didn’t plunge into darkness with the girl’s unconsciousness; instead, following Rebecca’s consciousness, she arrived in another space.

The space of consciousness.

It was also a realm invisible to the human eye, existing outside of the physical world, a space of vengeful spirits.

Here, Vilyric… or rather Rebecca, witnessed hundreds and thousands of gray human faces swirling and wailing; they were vengeful spirits brutally slain and gathered by the Throne of Immortality.

The spirits wandered aimlessly, constrained by some force, unable to leave this white void of consciousness. And in the center, there floated a girl with dark blue hair, naked and clad in blue scales, her back adorned with dragon wings, peacefully closing her eyes.

The very presence here indicated she was a spirit.

A giant dragon spirit.

Or rather, a dragon soul.

“What exactly is this…?”

Rebecca’s timid voice echoed in the space of consciousness, but before she could do anything, the entire space suddenly began to spin violently!

The dragon spirit girl’s form seemed to become a black hole, as the vengeful spirits howled and roared, swiftly sucked in by that irresistible force, from nearby to afar, and the outermost Rebecca was soon affected as well.

“Eek!”

The girl struggled desperately, her small hands flailing in the air, seemingly trying to grab onto something to resist this pull.

But in this empty consciousness space, she was merely a drifting weed; no matter how hard she tried, she could ultimately not escape the same fate.

The scaled girl’s curvaceous form rapidly loomed larger in front of her, and finally, Rebecca collided with her.

Countless thoughts echoed in the girl’s nearly fragmented consciousness.

“I hate this! I hate it! Why are you doing this to me!”

“Damned traitors! Damned cultists! You all deserve to die! Everything in the world should perish!!”

“Why why why! Why was I the only one left behind! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!!!”

“Help me, someone help me! I’m so scared! Mommy, Daddy, where are you!”

The chaotic thoughts filled with resentment of hundreds, even thousands of vengeful spirits came together, their powers merging like being stirred in a vast dye vat, continuously fusing, condensing, and being absorbed by the most powerful individual, simultaneously changing it.

And among these voices, the loudest and most imposing one dominated with an absolute oppressive tone—a voice as cold as ice.

“I am the Frost and Arcane Dragon—Aaliyah, daughter of the Frost Sovereign Alex! All shall bow before me!”

Frost… and Arcane Dragon?

Perhaps Rebecca herself didn’t feel anything during this scene, but Vilyric found that title particularly familiar.

The four foundational dragon tribes of the “Fantasy World” also corresponded to the major elemental foundations constituting the world.

“The Flame and Life Dragon” corresponds to Red.

“The Frost and Arcane Dragon” corresponds to Blue.

“The Thunder and Hurricane Dragon” corresponds to Green.

“The Earth and Matter Dragon” corresponds to Yellow.

Such precise titles could not simply be a coincidence.

In other words, unless proven otherwise, this blue dragon soul named Aaliyah, like the long-dead red dragon in Dragonfall Valley, was from the dragon tribe of the “Fantasy World.”

At the very least, she was a descendant of them.

   

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