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They had visited the other three Overlords of the region. Each did what they could to help Draco, but to no avail. Draco still hadn't comprehended his path, leaving everyone worried.

Although he hadn't succeeded, Draco felt incredibly close to it, as if he was missing the final piece—a stroke of luck.

"Let's go back to my cave," the White Tiger said. The group followed him, with the other Overlords joining as well.

From the White Tiger, they learned more about Draco's circumstances and his battle with Elsa. The other Overlords shared the same concern: if Draco went on a rampage, who would be able to stop him?

When they returned to the cave, the White Tiger said, "I have another way, but it carries a 90% chance of death and only a 10% chance of survival."

Everyone turned to look at him. Draco, hearing this, felt a glimmer of hope. "Then what are we waiting for?" he said. Even if he died, he believed the academy token would save him, so he wasn't worried.

"I know what you're thinking," the White Tiger chuckled. "But the teleportation item you have will be nullified there."

Draco's eyes flickered at this revelation. It truly was a 90% death and 10% survival chance. Checking his soul, he saw that the small flame suppressing the Massacre Intent would last only three more days. With a determined gaze, he said, "Let's go for it."

Lyraea and Ivy shook their heads in disagreement, unwilling to let him go after hearing the mortality rate. Draco tried to reassure them, but they remained adamant about stopping him.

After much persuasion, the girls reluctantly agreed—but only on the condition that they accompany him. Draco immediately rejected this idea. How could he put them in danger? This was his burden to bear alone.

He tried convincing them further, but their decision was firm. They insisted on following him.

"I'm sorry," Draco muttered as he knocked them out. Turning to Elsa, he said, "Take care of them. Make sure they don't suffer any harm."

He then faced the White Tiger. "Let's go."

The White Tiger nodded and led Draco deeper into the cave, returning to the center. Draco was surprised—it was a place he had been to before. He wondered what else could be hidden there.

The White Tiger moved into position. With a swipe of its claw, it cut its paw, letting blood drip onto the ground. It began chanting, moving its paws swiftly while standing on its toes, forming a hand seal.

The hand seal floated toward the ground, causing the entire cave to light up. The ground revealed a black hole.

"I wish you good luck," the White Tiger said.

Before Draco could respond, the black hole sucked him in. His surroundings blurred as dizziness overcame him.

"I hope he survives. No one has ever passed the test of the inheritance," the White Tiger murmured.

In a bloody forest, the trees were blood-red, as if they thrived on blood. The ground was wet, stained with crimson. A silver-haired young man lay unconscious on the ground.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open. "Where am I?" Draco muttered.

Looking around, he noticed his surroundings were eerily silent. The forest seemed lifeless except for the blood-red trees. Glancing at himself, he realized his entire body was almost soaked in blood.

Draco remembered being sucked into the black hole created by the White Tiger. Now, he found himself in this strange, grotesque forest.

Curious, he approached the blood-red trees, wondering what could have caused such a transformation. It felt as if the entire forest had been drenched in someone's blood, altering its essence.

As he pondered this, he sensed something move. Before he could react, numerous branches surrounded him.

Draco was shocked but had no time to counterattack. He quickly defended himself, shielding his vital parts. The branches struck him, sending him flying. Pain surged through his body with every hit.

Despite his efforts, he was injured, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

He looked around in shock, finding himself surrounded by blood-red trees, their grotesque forms closing in on him. Draco stood at the center, his expression growing serious.

The trees now bore bloody faces on their trunks, their roots detaching from the ground as they moved toward him. Draco began to understand why there was no sign of life in this place.

The blood trees didn't give him a moment to rest. Another bundle of branches lashed out toward him. Draco drew the Weapon of Plunder and countered their attack.
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Though the branches appeared soft, they were both hard and razor-sharp. Using his intent, Draco managed to fend off their assaults but hadn't yet found an opportunity to kill one.

Each time he injured one, vein-like patterns of blood emerged on the trunk, and within seconds, the wounds healed completely.

"Five Element Dragon Spell!" Draco called out.

Five elemental dragons manifested, surging forward to attack the blood trees. Draco was surprised to see the dragons struggling against the onslaught. Only the fire dragon managed to inflict significant damage on the trees.

An idea struck him. Though mutated, the trees hadn't shed their fundamental nature—wood. Fire, being the natural counter to wood, could exploit this weakness, and it seemed to apply to the blood trees as well.

The blood trees let out strange, eerie cries as the fire dragon's flames ravaged them. Agitated, they shifted their focus entirely onto the fire dragon, sending countless branches its way. Draco directed the other dragons to intercept and defend the fire dragon.

The wood dragon, however, was restricted in this environment. The intelligence of the blood trees rendered it difficult for the dragon to utilize the surrounding plant life to its advantage.

For an ordinary wood mage, entering this place would be akin to courting death. However, the Five Element Dragon Spell was no ordinary technique. The wood dragon began to create its own branches by converting Originat into wood energy.

Despite their best efforts, the elemental dragons were eventually overwhelmed and destroyed, returning to Originat. Yet, this didn't discourage Draco—instead, he smiled.

"Draconic Transformation!"

Silver dragon horns sprouted from his head, his hair, eyes, and scales shimmered with silver light, and majestic dragon wings unfolded behind him. Drawing upon his purest dragon power, Draco formed a Silver Draconic Flame, which began to take shape as a blazing fire dragon.

"Five Element Dragon Spell!" he intoned again.

The draconic flame surged, forming a massive silver fire dragon that roared toward the sky.

"Phoenix Transformation!"

Deactivating his draconic transformation, Draco transitioned into his phoenix form. His eyes turned into fiery phoenix orbs, his hair ignited into flames, and flaming phoenix wings spread wide from his back. Using the Phoenix Flame, he summoned another fire dragon, which bore a phoenix-like appearance.

"Demonic Transformation!"

Draco called forth his final form. Black-red horns grew from his head, his hair turned black and red, his eyes burned with dark flames, and massive black-red demon wings unfurled. His skin darkened to black-red, and his stature grew taller and more menacing.

From this form, Draco created a third fire dragon—a black-red flaming Volkoid radiating demonic Originat.

The blood trees hesitated, but by the time they decided to act, it was too late. Draco moved swiftly, fusing his fire intent with the three fire dragons. The dragons grew increasingly lifelike, their blazing forms radiating immense power as they charged to meet the blood trees head-on.

"It's time to unleash a massacre,"