Dragon Vein Fruit

“Little Jinzi—guard Alice.”

Black’s voice was low, firm.

The Imperial Wyvern let out a frustrated growl,baring its fangs at Jörmungandr—

it wanted to fight beside him, even against a Dragon King.

But it obeyed.

It landed gently beside Alice,wings flaring wide,shielding her with its small, battered body.

“Hmph… how touching.”

A mocking voice rumbled through the mirrored void.

Jörmungandr slowly opened its abyssal maw,eyes filled with utter disdain as it stared at Black.

“The woman outside—I’ll grant her respect.

But you? A maggot daring to raise a blade against a Dragon King?**”

“Have you humans truly forgotten the dread of dragonkind during my slumber?”

Black ignored the taunt.

His mind raced—cold, focused.

Alice was bleeding out.

Every second counted.

To escape this soul-space, only two paths existed:

One—wait for it to collapse naturally.

Two—kill Jörmungandr, which would shatter the realm instantly.

Waiting was suicide.

Alice wouldn’t last that long.

So only one option remained.

Kill Jörmungandr.

Before entering this space, that would’ve been delusional.

But now?

Everything had changed.

“Human,” Jörmungandr rumbled, voice smooth as poisoned silk,

“I’ll grant you mercy.

Reveal the fragment of Nidhogg’s relic you carry—and I shall let you both leave alive.”

It wasn’t a negotiation—it was a cat toying with a mouse.

Now I get it.

Black finally understood.

Jörmungandr hadn’t brought him here to kill him—but to claim the Dragonfang Blade.

He’d forgotten—to other dragons, Nidhogg’s remains were the ultimate treasure.

If Jörmungandr consumed and refined it,it could restore its full power,rendering Elizabeth utterly powerless against it.

And refinement required time and safety—

exactly what this soul-space provided.

But why offer a deal?

Because Jörmungandr was afraid.

Of all Nidhogg’s relics,two parts were fatal to other Dragon Kings:the claw… and the fang.

To consume either meant instant, irreversible death—no revival, no trace.

This was the second way to truly kill a Dragon King—besides the Sword in the Stone.

Nidhogg, sovereign of all dragons,had been granted dominion over life and death of his kin by the Creator.

So yes—killing Jörmungandr with the Dragonfang Blade was possible.

And that was Black’s last, desperate hope.

As for the “deal”?

Trust a dragon?

That was suicide.

In their lexicon, “honor” didn’t exist.

Black didn’t answer.

Instead, he activated the All-Knowing Glasses.

【Target: Sea Dragon King · Jörmungandr】
【HP Remaining: 10.01%】

10.01%?!

Black’s veins bulged, his teeth clenched until they bled.

Just 0.01% away from the Dragonfang Blade’s execution threshold!

But his mana was gone—drained in the battle with Purple Dragon.

He couldn’t summon sea dragons.

Little Jinzi was wounded.

Even Flow State refused to trigger.

He was at his weakest.

And even at full strength,striking that final 0.01% might be impossible.

“Human—do you mock my patience?!”

Jörmungandr’s voice turned savage.

Its maw yawned wider,a stench of decay flooding the air.

It could’ve devoured him already—but it wanted the relic intact.

What do I do?!

Black’s fingers dug into his palms,his knee slammed the mirror-sea,his fist pounded the surface in fury.

For the first time since arriving in this world,true despair gripped him.

But he couldn’t fail.

He could die—but Alice would not.

He’d promised her.

He’d drag her out with his dying breath if he had to.

Then—a memory flashed.

Frantically, he rummaged through his pockets—and pulled out a crimson-red fruit, pulsing with latent power.

Dragonvein Fruit!

The prize from the Su Lan Three Fights!

When consumed, it temporarily skyrockets one’s power—but only for those above Level 30.

Below that?

The energy would tear you apart from within.

But now?

No other choice.

Without hesitation, Black shoved the fruit into his mouth.

It melted instantly—and inferno-like power erupted through his veins.

Agony seared every nerve—his body shook violently,blood oozing from his eyes, ears, nose—his face drenched in crimson.

His aura exploded—from Level 19…to Level 40…to Level 50…

finally stabilizing at Level 60—High-Tier Peak!

“AAAAAH!”

He screamed, left eye weeping a tear of blood,pupils drowned in red.

“DRAGONSLAYER LANCE!”

Knight High-Tier Divine Skill: Dragonslayer Lance!

He channeled every drop of his borrowed power into the Overlord Spear.

Focus. Precision. Annihilation!

The spear’s tip blazed with black light,

the weapon itself roaring like a caged dragon.

For the first time, he unleashed half its true six-star might!

Veins in his arm burst from the strain!

Black exhaled bloody mist,eyes locked on Jörmungandr,and hurled the spear with all his soul!

WHOOSH!

The Overlord Spear became black lightning,streaking toward the wound in Jörmungandr’s chest—carrying all his rage, all his hope.

DING!

It struck true—piercing through scale gaps,burying deep into dragonflesh.

Jörmungandr barely flinched—the pain like a mosquito bite.

But Black smiled.

Because he’d achieved his goal.

【Target: Sea Dragon King · Jörmungandr】
【HP Remaining: 9.99%】