Reborn as a Devouring Dragon with a System-Chapter 100: Soul Sub-Space

"It’s time to take a nap..."

Drakion felt no need to remain in this world any longer.

The pain, the helplessness—it wasn’t just overwhelming... it was suffocating.

Even the burning desire for revenge, the one thing that should have kept him alive, had been extinguished by the enemy’s insurmountable strength.

Even though they weren’t blood-related, they were closer than kin.

He had regarded them as his family.

And now... his family had been devoured before his eyes—while he cowered in fear, when he should have taken the lead and protected them with all his might.

"I am such a failure," Drakion thought, as the world around him turned cold.

His vision remained dark—no light, no warmth.

Then, suddenly, he found himself in an ominous yet strangely tranquil place.

He looked around, confused and surprised.

Is hell different from the legends told on Earth? Drakion wondered, noting that he could move his body.

Ding!

"[This isn’t hell. Host is in his soul sub-space.]"

Drakion froze when he heard the system’s voice.

He was shocked—almost disbelieving.

Did... did the system follow me into hell?

Ding!

"[As the system previously stated, this is Host’s soul sub-space.]"

When he heard this, Drakion’s eyes widened again.

"Am I not dead?" he asked.

Ding!

"[Is my presence not proof that Host remains alive? If Host dies before the system, then what purpose would I serve?]"

The words stunned him.

He was alive—at least partially.

But as the image of Kaidros and the others filled his mind again, his heart cracked anew.

The weight of their deaths bore down on him.

"Why am I still alive?" Drakion asked softly, standing in the silent vastness of his sub-space.

Ding!

"[System has frozen Host’s life force, placing Host in suspended animation. This allowed Host to survive and appear here.]"

Drakion sighed.

He stared into the void, trying to piece everything together.

It all became clear.

He couldn’t die.

The Progenitor Dragons wouldn’t allow it—they had pinned their hopes on him.

"Why am I here... in my soul sub-space, as you said?" Drakion asked in a low, hollow voice.

Ding!

"[System will leave that explanation to the system spirit.]"

"You really fucked up, Drakion."

Startled, Drakion turned—and there he saw Drax standing beside him.

When he heard the words, he smiled bitterly.

He had failed in his duty... failed to protect... failed to lead.

Failed as the Dragon Emperor.

"You want to die because of such small things?" Drax shook his head.

"Don’t forget who you are. You are the Dragon Emperor. If you live, the Dragon Race lives. There’s no need to dwell on small sacrifices."

Drakion’s eyes narrowed in disbelief.

He clenched his fists.

"What do you mean?" he growled.

"So you’re telling me to sacrifice my people—and be happy about their deaths?"

His voice roared across the soul space, trembling with fury.

Ding!

"[Host, the System Spirit is right. Their mission is to protect you—the Dragon Emperor. They fulfilled that mission, even if it cost them everything. Host’s life is what matters most.]"

Drakion couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

Were Drax and the system truly saying... that he should not grieve their deaths?

That even if millions of dragons died to shield him, he should simply move on?

That because they protected him, their sacrifice was justified—and that he should feel no guilt?

"Your mentality isn’t right," Drakion cried out.

When Drax heard this, he fell silent and sighed.

"We might seem like villains... but you are the hope of the Dragon Clan. If you exist, the Dragon Clan exists."

When Drakion heard this, he furrowed his brows.

But then, thinking of the system—the one responsible for granting his bloodline—he realized Drax spoke the truth.

Still, the guilt gnawed at him like a curse that refused to fade.

"So why am I here?" Drakion asked.

"To communicate with souls," Drax replied.

"Souls?"

"Yes. You do not possess just one soul. You carry both the Dragon Soul and the Devouring Soul," Drax said.

When Drakion heard this, he was stunned.

"Where are they? I can’t find them."

"You cannot use your eyes to find them alone. You must use your heart," Drax said calmly.

Drakion frowned in confusion.

"But how?"

"Clear your mind of everything. Let it be at peace," Drax said in a deep, guiding tone.

Drakion hesitated, then nodded.

He closed his eyes, attempting to still his thoughts and silence the storm within.

Time passed—he had no idea how long—but nothing happened.

No voice. No connection. No spark.

He opened his eyes. Still, nothing.

"I can’t see anything."

"Clear your heart of everything. Let it be empty," Drax urged.

"I have cleared it," Drakion replied.

"You haven’t. If you had... you would have seen them," Drax said, his voice tinged with quiet certainty.

"Why can’t I sense them? Aren’t they my souls? Why can’t I see them?" Drakion cried out in frustration.

"You’ll understand in time. Their existence must not be fully exposed. And I told you—they are right before you. It is you who are blind to them," Drax said.

Drakion snorted at this.

"What do you mean I’m blind? Am I not seeing you right now? How can you say I’m blind?"

"Because you’re still using your physical eyes. To see the truth, you must use your soul’s eyes," Drax replied with a knowing look.

Drakion couldn’t take it anymore.

He exhaled sharply, closing his eyes again.

This time, he dug deeper.

He cleared his heart of all burdens—the guilt still clawed at him, but he faced it... then released it, letting it dissolve into silence.

Suddenly, everything changed.

Even though his eyes remained closed, his perception awakened.

He could now see—clearly.

His soul sub-space was no longer empty.

And when he looked forward, his breath caught.

He stood frozen, shocked and awestruck by the magnificent presence now revealed before him.

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