The Truth

As long as it found a suitable host,the Dragon King’s soul could lurk unseen within them.

It wouldn’t seize control immediately—instead, it would parasitize,slowly siphoning the host’s mana,nurturing its own spirit until the moment was ripe for total possession.

Even while its true body remained sealed,it could move freely through its host,wielding Dragon-tier power—

and eventually, break its own seal.

Once its soul reunited with its body,it would ascend to Emperor-tier strength.

But Demeter’s possession had one fatal condition:

the host’s mind must shatter first.

Only when the host’s will collapsed could the Dragon King slither through the cracks.

If the host’s spirit remained unbroken,even a fully matured soul would be forced to abandon the vessel and return to its sealed body.

That’s my opening, Black realized.

In the original game, players defeated the possessed Kristine head-on—

but that was unthinkable for him.

Killing Demeter meant killing Kristine—

and he couldn’t do it.

Unless absolutely forced.

So—he’d rewrite the script.

Prevent Kristine’s breakdown.

Shield her spirit from every blow.

Deny Demeter its chance.

Let the soul wither and flee on its own.

No battle. No blood.

The perfect solution.

But this “perfect solution” meant confronting Chapter 1’s true horror:

Randolph, the former Pope of the Church of Creation.

At the name, ice crawled up Black’s spine.

The game revealed little about Randolph—

but every hint reeked of madness.

Kristine’s entire life—

from birth to sainthood to Dragon-Corrupted ruin—was his design.

A madman.

A monster who sought to enslave a Dragon King.

For decades, Randolph scoured the world for a way to control Demeter.

And fifteen years ago, he found it.

To control the Dragon King, he first had to free its soul from its seal—

which he did himself.

Then—he needed a vessel.

Not just any vessel—

one with unimaginable magical vessel,a body that could feed a god’s hunger,and a soul young enough to merge with the Dragon King’s.

The only candidate?

A magically engineered infant.

To create her, Randolph used forbidden blood magic:

Both parents had to possess the “Mana-Infused Constitution”—a one-in-a-million trait.
During pregnancy, the mother had to drink the purified blood of 100 children—
—all under ten, magically gifted, and untouched by training.
This blood, refined by dark rites, would amplify the infant’s power beyond mortal limits.

Historically, this ritual succeeded only once.

Randolph got lucky.

Kristine was born.

Her arrival brought divine light;withered trees bloomed for miles.

A man-made prodigy.

And the horror didn’t end there.

As she grew, Randolph continued the “Sacred Rites”—

feeding her more refined blood,all disguised as “offerings to the Creator.”

Her own father, Duke Alvin,professor of Sorcery at Dragonheart Academy,was Randolph’s willing accomplice.

He gave his unborn daughter to the Pope.

He played the loving father for twenty years,binding Kristine to the Church’s cross with poisoned affection.

And in the end—

he would reveal the truth,shattering her mind,delivering her to Demeter.

If it comes to it…

Black’s throat tightened.

I may have to kill him.

He hated the thought—

but Alice’s Demon Seed,

Kristine’s inevitable doom—

left no other path.

“Move.”

The Dragon-Slaying Guard’s voice snapped him back.

At the palace’s side gate,a black carriage awaited.

Black stepped into the sunlight—

but shadows clung to his soul.

He knew:

This ride marked his point of no return.

From here, every step would be on a blade’s edge.

And the real war—

against madmen, gods, and fate itself—

had just begun.