Reborn as a Devouring Dragon with a System-Chapter 106: Battling with the Dragon Eater (3)

The golden-black fang began to spin—faster and faster—until it transformed into a devouring vortex. For a split second, it felt as though it had become a massive, ancient maw—something primordial and insatiable.

The black spiral fangs reacted in kind, moving as if they had encountered their arch-nemesis. They began to rotate violently, forming into eerie, grotesque maws that sent a bone-deep chill down the spines of the onlookers.

The spectators, already wise from witnessing the prior devastation, had long retreated to a safer distance—beyond the ruined city, far from the battle’s reach.

From where they stood, they could clearly see the massive, monstrous form of the Dragon Eater—and opposite it, Drakion, in his human form, appearing as nothing more than an insect in comparison. But they knew better. Drakion wasn’t a worm.

He was a dragon hiding in the skin of a man.

As the spinning black spiral fangs surged toward the golden-black vortex, it was like stones vanishing into a bottomless ocean.

In mere seconds, the spinning golden-black fang had devoured them completely.

All watched in awe as it consumed the attack. Then—abruptly—it ceased spinning and turned its gaze on the Dragon Eater.

Though it had no eyes, everyone felt it—a ravenous greed targeting the Dragon Eater.

And for the first time,

The Dragon Eater flinched.

With a whisper of power, the golden-black fang returned to Drakion’s eyes, fusing back into him.

In that moment, Drakion felt a surge of Originat, pure and overwhelming, flood into his body.

His eyes widened, caught off-guard by the sheer volume.

The golden-black fang had devoured the spiral fangs... and converted them into power.

Drakion’s lips curled into a smirk.

"Devouring Art: Devouring Flame."

As the words fell from his mouth, his golden eyes—marked with the black Devouring Fang—began to spin.

Suddenly, a black flame surged out toward the Dragon Eater, a flame not meant to burn—but to devour everything in its path.

The Dragon Eater grunted, its monstrous form shuddering as the Devouring Flame spread. It wasn’t burning—it was eating away at its very essence.

Fury ignited.

With a guttural roar, the Dragon Eater unleashed an aura so menacing, so vile, the air itself distorted.

Its entire body began to shift, twisting and transforming—evolving into something darker.

The onlookers trembled as the Dragon Eater’s aura swallowed the sky, and a chill far colder than death swept through their souls.

Even Drakion frowned.

He could feel it—the Dragon Eater was growing stronger.

And he didn’t have time. Ten minutes was what he had.

He couldn’t waste a second.

"Death Art: Crescent Moon Slash!"

With a flicker of motion, Drakion summoned the Death Reaper, his scythe crackling with deathly aura as he charged forward.

He swung—

—but the Dragon Eater, now fully transformed, let out a deep, abyssal roar.

Its spiked tail lashed out, striking with terrifying precision—

canceling the attack, halting Drakion mid-motion, and forcing him to retreat several steps.

Ding!

[Host has two minutes and thirty seconds left]

The system notification echoed like a ticking clock, a grim reminder to Drakion that his time was rapidly running out.

But when Drakion laid eyes on the Dragon Eater, he was stunned by how eerie and otherworldly it had become. Its body was far larger than before, and weeping dragon souls spilled from its form, crying out in anguish. The dragon runes that once covered its body had vanished, replaced by a constant, ghostly wail of dragons that resounded from deep within it.

Its legs had multiplied—now six in number—and its void-like eye sockets now held a spiral dark fang in each, pulsing like pupils. A third eye had emerged above the others, resembling a bottomless abyss that sought to devour all of existence.

"This is my final form. I never wanted to release it... but you forced me."

The Dragon Eater’s voice sounded like it came from the depths of the abyss—a distorted growl that made the onlookers’ skin crawl and the hairs on their necks stand on end.

Drakion’s expression hardened as he scrutinized the grotesque transformation with cold calculation.

And then—without warning, within the blink of a second—

BOOM! CLANG! SWOOSH!

Those were the sounds that echoed across the ruined city as Drakion and the Dragon Eater clashed, unleashing chaos. Neither left a moment of mercy. The Dragon Eater’s power surged with an instinct to devour and corrode, aiming to unravel Drakion at the core.

But Drakion’s energy retaliated fiercely—lacerating, burning, and breaking. Every second, the two titans struck one another with lethal force.

"Third Eye: Abyss Eater!"

Suddenly, the black spiral fang within the third eye gleamed with an abyssal, eerie radiance. The next moment, Drakion saw a whirlpool of void opening, trying to pull him into its depths.

Within that abyss, the agonized cries of countless dragons echoed—a haunting revelation of just how many had perished to this forbidden power.

Driven by sheer instinct, Drakion willed both his eyes to begin spinning. And as they did, mirrored images of his eyes appeared in the sky above. Then, with a terrifying inevitability, the twin eyes began to drift closer, fusing into one.

Suddenly, the world changed.

The sky darkened, engulfed by an oppressive black cloud.

CRACKLE! CRACKLE! CRACKLE!

Thunder roared through the heavens. A primordial pressure descended from the sky, and all who felt it were seized by dread. It was the wrath of the heavens, ancient and merciless.

But the onlookers, frozen and trembling, whispered the same question:

Why is the Heaven angry?

Then—

CRACKLE!

The heavens split open and unleashed a black bolt of divine lightning, reeking of annihilation.

It struck toward the two fusing eyes in the sky—aimed with terrifying precision.

The onlookers gasped in disbelief. Heaven itself was intervening to shatter the union of those eyes.

The Heavens deemed it unnatural—dangerous beyond reason.

Even Drakion stood stunned. He recognized it instantly.

A heavenly tribulation.

The skies did not relent. Thunder after thunder, bolt after bolt, rained down toward the merging eyes.

The Dragon Eater, watching from below, felt an overwhelming sense of doom bearing down on it. Its third eye—once so dominant—shuddered in fear.

And then, in the next instant—

The world fell silent.

The sun lost its brilliance, dimming behind the thunderclouds.

Everything went still.

As if the world itself had stopped...

to witness the judgment of the gods.