[A mission has been activated.]
[Mission: Explore the Dragon Ruins and uncover its secrets. Note: all members of the Vorr Clan must participate in this mission.]
[Rewards will be granted based on the manner in which the mission is completed.]
[Due to this mission, the Maturitas will remain active until the end of the Dragon Ruin exploration. Also, the Concealing Mask will now be unlimited, with an eighty percent discount.]
When Drakion saw this, he fell into deep thought. Though the announcement brought a flicker of excitement, he knew the System was never generous without reason. If it was offering this much... the Dragon Ruins must be perilous beyond words.
And now that he understood they were about to explore such a ruin, an ominous feeling tugged at him—everything could descend into chaos if he wasn’t careful.
"Everyone, we’re going on a mission. And every one of you will be participating," Drakion declared, his voice steady, cutting through the growing tension.
"Hurray! That’s great, Master!"
Before he could react, Drakion found himself lifted into the air and crushed in an enthusiastic embrace—his face landing squarely into what could only be described as every man’s dream.
Eyes wide, Drakion blinked.
He had unwittingly landed face-first into the cleavage of the Poison Elder Sister, her ample chest enveloping him like a warm pillow. His face flushed scarlet, a ripe tomato of embarrassment and confusion.
"W-What are you doing!?" Drakion stammered, his voice cracking as he tried to pull away from the heavenly softness.
Despite having read manga, devoured novels, and watched countless anime back on Earth, nothing could prepare him for the sheer reality of this moment. Fiction was nowhere near this intense.
The girls had long noticed how flustered he became in situations —which made teasing him all the more fun.
But there was one thing they didn’t know...
"What a heavenly place..." Drakion thought as he momentarily gave in, letting his face rest in the warm valley of bliss.
Yes, what they didn’t know was that Drakion, a proud Nigerian in his past life, had mastered the ancient art of Shamelessness. That first reaction? Completely genuine. But now? That redness in his face wasn’t from embarrassment—it was the blush of comfort.
"Hmmm, it seems Master is enjoying it," the elder sister chuckled, her eyes glinting with mischief.
What Drakion didn’t know... was that the System had also noticed.
Albeit a little too late.
Drakion felt the metaphorical net close around him. He knew he’d been exposed—caught red-handed in the act of restful indulgence. He forced a tight smile, rubbing the back of his head as he tried to rise.
"Master should still sleep. This maid is at your service," the elder sister teased, letting him remain where he was. Drakion scratched his head, chuckling nervously as he continued lying atop her.
"But Master... what’s the mission about?" Kaidros asked, leaning forward.
"It’s related to the dragon roar we all heard," Drakion replied. "Seems that roar is tied to the Dragon Ruins."
The members of the Vorr Clan exchanged glances, a mix of curiosity and apprehension in their eyes.
"Are we going to encounter another Dragon Clan?" someone asked aloud.
Drakion let out a quiet sigh. "Let’s hope so..."
He finally descended from the elder sister’s embrace, brushing off his robe as he turned to face them all, eyes calm yet resolute.
"We are to stay together. If you find yourself in mortal danger—one that could cost your life—do not hesitate to release your dragon power and assume your form," Drakion said in a deep, commanding tone.
"Yes, Emperor," they replied in unison, their voices resonating with loyalty.
Seeing this, Drakion gave a firm nod and instantly purchased a vial of Maturitas. Without hesitation, he drank it all. A surge of golden light erupted, enveloping his body—then, in the next breath, a mature Drakion emerged.
"Master is just so cute..." Every single lady gazed at him, utterly lovestruck.
His long, black hair flowed like silk in the wind, and his golden eyes radiated with sovereign majesty. His very presence was domineering and proud—the embodiment of dragonkind.
But Drakion paid no mind to their reactions, already focused on the next task—purchasing the Concealing Mask for those who lacked it.
"Everyone should wear their mask. And remember—you must not reveal your identity under any circumstance," Drakion instructed as he distributed the masks.
"Oh yeah, before I forget—Stryx, Noctheria, Zephyr—take this potion and drink it," Drakion said as he tossed a vial to each of them. They caught it effortlessly.
The bunny children examined the potion with slight confusion—but without question, they drank.
Suddenly, their bodies erupted with a radiant glow. The brilliance was so intense it momentarily blinded everyone in the hall.
When the light faded...
There stood a young man with purple-gold hair and eyes, his face strikingly handsome—chiseled and charming, like a noble playboy draped in a sleek black coat. Beside him stood his counterpart—nearly identical, sharing the same royal coloring, sculpted features, and roguish aura.
The resemblance was uncanny. One could barely tell them apart unless examined closely—both of them exuded the air of elegant mischief.
And then there was Noctheria.
She stood silently, her pitch-black hair cascading like a shadowed waterfall. Her presence oozed dread. Her hollow, obsidian eyes were like the void—the embodiment of death itself. A chilling aura coiled around her like a storm of souls.
She slipped on her mask—it darkened instantly to a pure, pitch black. In that moment, she no longer resembled a girl, but a reaper born from hell’s embrace.
The others followed suit, donning their masks—each one transforming to match the color of their Originat. Drakion too put on his mask.
He cast a glance toward the bunny children, but there was no worry in his gaze. Their intelligence exceeded that of most teenagers—mischievous, yes—but more than capable.
Satisfied that all were ready, Drakion extended his hand. With a wave, he teleported them all out of the Dragon Palace—heading toward the origin of the calling that still echoed deep within his soul.
And they were not alone.
Everyone who had heard that haunting dragon roar was converging upon the same destination. Guided by those who knew the way, thousands surged forth—a continent in motion.
Because anything tied to Dragons... was always a treasure worth chasing.
Meanwhile, in a battered, forgotten shop nestled in a lonely alley, an old man lifted his gaze to the heavens.
"It seems that Chaos has descended," he whispered, his voice cracked with age... and recognition.