Alex had never used [World Cleaver] before.
Even during his training with Kaelios, the God of Destiny, he’d never tried it.
Back then, he’d just wiped out Kaelios’ clone using [Fated Cataclysm], and the training ended right there.
He never got to see what [World Cleaver] looked like, how it felt, or how destructive it could be.
But if Kaelios was right, and he usually was, this skill was Alex’s [Forbidden Skill], meaning it was his strongest one.
It could probably destroy everything.
But there was one big problem.
‘I don’t even know how to use it…’ Alex thought.
He stood in the middle of the ancient arena/courtroom, the eyes of the Primordial Dragons locked onto him.
Their auras surged, heavy and oppressive, ready to kill.
They weren’t going to give him any time to figure this out.
Each dragon had long-range abilities strong enough to obliterate him without harming the other participants.
Actually…
“Teleport,” Orvion, the Primordial Arcane Dragon, muttered.
A pulse of magic rippled through the air.
In an instant, the other participants were teleported above, trapped inside a shimmering, arcane cage, safe from the coming destruction.
“Now you can’t escape,” Seraphyxis, the Primordial Celestial Dragon, chuckled, their voice dripping with arrogance.
But Alex didn’t flinch.
His face remained calm, unreadable.
He closed his eyes, tuning out the dragons, focusing inward.
His mind went blank, except for the sudden appearance of golden panels in his vision.
[Keep calm.]
[Stay focused.]
[The power is within you.]
The panels kept appearing, their glow intensifying.
Then, after a few moments, they started to merge, shifting and reshaping until they formed a humanoid figure of pure light.
It was Kaelios.
[This isn’t something I can walk you through,] Kaelios said, his voice echoing inside Alex’s mind, [It’s too complex for that. But trust your instincts. Like always.]
Alex nodded slightly.
No time to overthink.
His instincts had gotten him this far, they wouldn’t fail him now.
The darkness in his mind slowly brightened, turning white.
Alex exhaled, his breath steady.
In the real world, his body responded.
Golden mist escaped from his mouth as his breathing grew deeper, heavier.
The Primordial Dragons watched, unimpressed.
“How futile.”
“Is this his plan?”
“Pathetic. Let’s just end this.”
Their words echoed through the arena, but Alex didn’t hear them.
He couldn’t hear them.
[Focus.]
Alex zeroed in on the energy surging through his veins, his destiny energy.
[Destiny Points: 100/100]
To activate [World Cleaver], he needed every single point.
Which meant he needed perfect control.
His mind sharpened, locking onto the skill’s description as it formed before him.
[World Cleaver (Forbidden Skill)]
[Summons the colossal [Blade of Destiny], capable of striking anything.
When activated, the user channels all available power to unleash a devastating slash that ignores all defenses and bypasses immortality.
If the target survives (almost impossible), it will be bound by [Destiny Shackles], unable to use skills or regenerate for 60 seconds.
Consumes 100 Destiny Points. No cooldown.]
The image of the blade began to form in his mind.
Massive. Radiant. Unstoppable.
[Now grab it.]
Alex reached out, his hand closing around the hilt of the [Blade of Destiny].
The moment his fingers tightened, everything changed.
This was just the beginning.
Chaos was about to unfold.
Alex’s eyes snapped open.
The aura around him exploded outward, a shockwave rippling through the arena.
The Primordial Dragons staggered, forced back by the sudden surge of power.
Alex’s breathing grew heavier, struggling to contain the overwhelming energy coursing through him.
Then…
The sky itself began to change.
A golden hue spread across the heavens, blanketing everything in its radiant glow.
The dragons blinked, confused.
“Huh?”
“What’s happening?”
“Enough of this. Let’s finish him!”
They opened their mouths, energy gathering for a combined attack that would obliterate Alex in an instant.
But before they could unleash it, Xyrran, the most powerful and knowledgeable among them, froze.
His eyes, shaped like ancient clock faces, widened in shock.
His mouth hung open, but not to release his flames.
He was terrified.
And just as the other dragons were about to fire—
“DON’T MOVE!” Xyrran roared.
The other dragons halted immediately, stunned by his sudden panic.
But Alex didn’t react.
His focus was elsewhere.
And then… it happened.
In the golden sky above, something began to materialize.
The sheer weight of the energy forming in the atmosphere made the entire city tremble.
A colossal figure took shape, its size dwarfing everything below.
It towered over the world itself, golden eyes burning as they gazed down, judging all in its sight.
The entire [Dragon City] fell silent.
Every living being, dragon, human, and monster alike, felt the overwhelming pressure of this being.
Even the cities beyond the horizon, and the creatures lurking in distant, forgotten lands, could sense its presence.
The figure was…
[The Blade of Destiny Wielder]
A being born from pure destiny energy, wielding the legendary [Blade of Destiny].
It raised its arm slowly.
As it did, the blade appeared in its grasp.
It was a sword unlike anything anyone had ever seen, immense, glowing with golden flames that danced along its edge.
The blade seemed to slice through reality itself just by existing, its presence warping the very air around it.
The [Wielder] stood tall, its form stabilizing as the blade’s energy settled.
Then, it turned its gaze downward.
Right at Alex.
[What do you want me to cut?]
The voice echoed through the skies, reverberating across the world.
Everyone could hear it.
The [Wielder] lifted the [Blade of Destiny], holding it high, ready to strike upon its master’s command.
If Alex’s instincts were correct, this being was so precise, it could slice a single strand of hair without disturbing anything around it.
Which meant Alex could choose anything.
One dragon.
All the dragons.
A specific target.
Or even…
Dragon City itself.
He could cut the entire city in half with a single word.
Alex didn’t hesitate.
He brought his hands together, forming the Enma Palm hand sign, and closed his eyes again.
His mind cleared, all thoughts fading except for the [Blade of Destiny Wielder], who stood patiently, waiting for his answer.
And just as Alex opened his mouth to give it…
“Dragon Ci—”
“YES!” Xyrran suddenly screamed, his voice cracking with panic, “YOU PASS! GOOD ONE, HUMAN!”
His fear exploded out of him.
Xyrran’s mind had snapped under the pressure.
He knew exactly what would happen if that blade fell.
No one would survive.
Not him.
Not the other Primordial Dragons.
Not even the city.
He’d seen firsthand the destructive power of the [God of Destiny], and this skill… was even more terrifying.
Then came the sound Alex had been waiting for.
Ding!
[Yes: 10]
Alex exhaled, releasing the breath he didn’t realize he was holding.
The golden glow in his eyes dimmed.
The [Destiny Blade Wielder] still hovered above, waiting for the final command.
“Don’t cut anything,” Alex said calmly.
The figure paused for a heartbeat.
[Alright.]
Then, it vanished.
Its immense form dissolved into golden particles, which drifted back into Alex, merging with his energy.
[Destiny Points: 100/100]
His power returned, fully restored, as if nothing had happened.
But something had happened.
The dragons stared at him in stunned silence, their massive forms trembling.
They’d just witnessed a force beyond anything they’d ever imagined.
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[You have been accepted into the Dragon Bloodline.]
The words flashed before Alex’s eyes, but he barely paid attention.
All he knew was that he had passed.
And the dragons?
They’d never forget the human who could command the power to cleave the world in half.