Chaos Evolution: Only I Was Granted 3 Wishes

40 years! While the majority of beings couldn't even reach EX-rank at that age, Draco was able to defeat true celestials.

To outsiders, this wasn't even something they could dream of; this had surpassed anything outside of common sense. This wasn't just to the level of a monster and an anomaly; such a being shouldn't exist at all.

The best geniuses of all time were barely able to do what he did when they were at their hundreds of years of life, and you're telling them he's able to do the same while only being 40 years old?

Where's the experience? Where's the planning, the difficulties, the challenges? Just what kind of monster did a being need to be to achieve these kinds of results?

But this was merely the fruit of countless schemes and innumerable calculations that had gone through Draco's mind and his system. An almost impeccable use of his wishes, and in this case, it was reaching the point where Draco's 3 wishes were so complimentary that they would have beaten any other wish.

His 3 wishes were so compatible, and his use of them had been so perfect to the point where he had reached the best results one could ever do.

This was a perfect run! This was what a transmigrator should be like!

But was Draco satisfied?

He would be lying if he said no. He was more than proud of himself, but… he needed more.

He needed one little thing he thought he lacked, he needed a little something, something he was touching with his mind, but it was like a fleeting cloud.

That is why he did not think anymore.

*Fwshh*

Appearing in front of the snake like entity, Draco didn't even have time to notice how it had sensed him and had turned so fast to attack him.

{Die}

{Rise}

{Devour}

*Fwshhh*

3 words. 3 words were all it took for Draco to be done with the 3rd level and teleport directly to the fourth.

The realm that had been vibrating with the sound of the dragon coming out had turned silent, and with no other celestial entering after Draco for hours, it remained as such.

{Devouring In Progress...}

{Condition Stabilized...}

{You Gained The Following Transformations: Stellar Dragon.}

{You've Gained The Following Racial Traits After Filtering: Wonder of Nature, Descendant of an Absolute Being}

{You've Gained The Following Bloodlines: Fake Dragon(High-Celestial)}

[Achievement Worth Multiplied by 499.]

{Integrating Memories...}

{Devouring Complete!}

The first level, the second level, the third level. One after the other, fake dragons were there to guard. What about the fourth level?

Would a true dragon really be there?

The true dragons, the absolute beings that had ingrained true fear in every living being. Everything that was related to them was scary to all others, to the point that truth was ingrained in lower worlds such as Portalia.

It was known that dragons had a tendency to sleep a lot and gather treasures, and it was also known that they mate with all kinds of beings.

This was the truth, and in some rare cases, it was possible to find fake dragons in lesser worlds. One such case was the dragon Draco had met in the forest, and speaking of him, he was acting as a guardian to this day, but it was of his own will as he hadn't met with Draco since then.

The dragons in the first 3 levels were also barely descendants with the bloodline of these true monsters. Of these absolute beings that were beyond unfathomable.

There was a reason the true celestials were scared, and it was because the little team of 25 they had was in no way enough.

If they were to meet with a true dragon guarding the 4th level, then it means that they would die there.

Unfortunately, the constant appearance of dragons in every level only went to guarantee the appearance of a true dragon.

And Draco was the first to make sure of that.

"Hmm? An intruder? How long has it been? Had the realm finally opened?"

When Draco came to, he didn't find himself in a stellar void, no. It was absolute darkness.

His feet were standing on something that his senses couldn't comprehend for a split second, but then the realization hit him.

The fourth level…

Was the dragon itself.

*Fwshhh*

Not able to control what was happening, Draco teleported and reappeared within an endless expanse of greenery.

The sky was dark with shining stars visible from there, and it certainly reminded Draco of the tower.

"My friend."

{You've been inflicted with the debuff [Obstructed senses]}

{You've been inflicted with the debuff [No Weapons]}

{You've been inflicted with the debuff [No Techniques]}

{You've been inflicted with the debuff [No Authorities]}

{You've been inflicted…}

The second Draco heard the voice, the system rained down with countless notifications with inflicted debuffs.

Draco was starting to feel anxious as this wasn't at all in his calculations, but he remained cautious and confident in himself.

He looked in front of him. Black hair, dark armor, a great sword. A humanoid figure was gazing at the distance while showing its back to Draco.

Was it a human? Was it a dragon? Was it something else? Was it male or female? Just… what is this being?

"Would you like to talk?" The being turned to face Draco, and the second he did, Draco understood.

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It was indeed a true dragon, it was a true celestial dragon with debuffs as its authority.

Draco didn't understand if he was an enemy or genuinely wanted to talk, but one look, and he saw the loneliness in his eyes.

"Tell me first." Draco spoke.

"What is a being like you doing here?" Draco asked.

A true dragon, the possibility of him being here was high, but… This wasn't any true dragon.

This was an…

"Original."

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