The Butterfly Effect

A horrifying realization struck Black like ice through his heart—his face drained of all color,his earlier fury evaporating into dread.

“Impossible…”

Then—screaming in panic:

“Dragonfang Blade! It’s the Dragonfang Blade!

So it really WAS in your hands!”

As one of the Draconic Parliament’s Three Supreme Treasures,

Purple Dragon knew better than anyone the blade’s true power:

It ignored all defenses,and instantly executed any target in a near-death state.

And by drinking Dragonblood,he’d boosted himself to Level 70—but also plunged himself into that exact state.

He’d been so obsessed with killing Black and escaping before “Doomsday Countdown” detonated—he’d forgotten this fatal flaw!

He should’ve realized sooner—Black was the mysterious thief who stole the Dragonfang Blade!

But the dagger gave him no chance to repent.

The moment it pierced his flesh,black venom surged through his veins!

His body convulsed violently,his dragon scales rotting and sloughing off in clumps,black blood gushing from his mouth.

He collapsed, writhing in agony,howling with soul-rending screams.

“I… won’t… accept this…!”

After a final, desperate thrash—his body went rigid.

Lifeless.

His draconic form receded,leaving behind his human shape—skin pitch-black,blood thick and dark—identical to Yellow Dragon’s corpse.

Black stared at the body,and finally exhaled—the tension in his shoulders collapsing.

He pushed himself upright,leaning against the wall,gasping for air.

Dragonblood… truly cursed.

Not only did it twist you into a monster,it burned your very life force to fuel power.

Before drinking it, Purple Dragon’s HP was well above 50%.

After?

The All-Knowing Glasses showed less than 1%—perfectly vulnerable to the Dragonfang Blade’s execution.

The only challenge?

Getting close enough to strike.

When Black saw the puddles on the floor,he remembered Irena’s Ice Prison scrolls—and devised a plan on the spot.

Without that ice trap?

Against a dragonized Purple Dragon,he’d have been torn apart.

After five minutes of ragged breathing,

Black regained enough strength to stand.

He wanted nothing more than to collapse and sleep,but he couldn’t—not until he reached the White Pearl.

First, he needed to assess the deck’s battle.

He limped to the teleportation array,sat on a gunpowder crate—which would auto-transport to the deck,

carrying him out of the ammo depot.

VWOOOM!

Light flared—and Black vanished,reappearing on the rain-lashed deck.

Cold rain soaked him instantly.

Before he could steady himself,the clash of steel, roar of spells, and bellowing sea dragonsassaulted his ears.

Still fighting?

His hand instinctively gripped the Overlord Spear,his eyes zeroing in on Alice’s battlefield.

There—three girls held Black Dragon at bay.

Alice’s sword flashed with spiritual energy,sparks exploding as it met the assassin’s dagger.

Her silver light armor was torn in places,blood seeping from fresh wounds—yet her expression remained ice-calm,not a flicker of retreat in her eyes.

Perhaps in her soul,“surrender” simply did not exist.

Her swordplay was razor-sharp,already grasping the essence of mortal swordsmanship—every strike cutting the wind itself!

Facing an opponent 15 levels higher,she was still outmatched—but to last this long?

Exceptional.

CLANG!

Crimson Soul clashed with the dagger again—

Black Dragon’s eyes narrowed,his free hand snapping into a fist,blasting a surprise shockwave of black energy!

Alice twisted aside—but the blast grazed her left arm.

Armor shattered,blood trailing down her limb.

Black’s brow furrowed—he was about to charge in—when Kristine’s hand flicked.

A gentle green light—like healing rain—wrapped Alice’s wound.

The bleeding stopped instantly.

Seizing the opening, Alice lunged,her blade stabbing for Black Dragon’s heart.

Meanwhile, Irena harnessed the storm,ambushing from behind with ice shards and lightning,disrupting his movements—not lethal, but relentlessly irritating.

The three fought as one mind—matching Black Dragon blow for blow.

They’ll be fine.

Still, Black activated the All-Knowing Glasses,checking their fates:

Irena—Status: Normal.
Will not die in the prologue.

Kristine—Status: Normal.
Will not die in the prologue.

He exhaled in relief—then turned to Alice.

And froze.

His heart clenched like a fist,pain ripping through his chest.

【Predicted Outcome: Death within one day】

“No!”

Black staggered back,his spine slamming into the railing.

He stared at the words in disbelief.

He remembered clearly—after the assassination attempt,

Alice’s death flag had disappeared.

The All-Knowing Glasses confirmed it.

So why… why was it back?!

If fate had been rewritten,why was it reverting to death?

Where did I go wrong?!

His mind raced,scouring every moment of the past two days.

Nothing unusual had happened…

Unless—

His eyes widened in horror.

Could it be…his early summoning of Jörmungandr had triggered a butterfly effect,rewriting Alice’s fate once more?

That was the only major deviation.

But then—who was destined to kill her this time?