Chapter 1890 My Name Is Dalton Wyatt

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Location- Unknown, Blood Rule Source

Listening to the Elder Anesthesia Dragon say that it was planning all this for millenniums, Wyatt gulped nervously. Then thinking that the beings with long life spans have a different perspective of time compared to mortals, felt it was understandable. This did not mean that he undermining what the Elder Anesthesia Dragon had done. It was the other way around he was impressed. It was able to execute its plan only because of the Dragon's strong self-control and tolerance.

Most importantly, the fact that Dragon understood its enemy, made a bet, and stuck to it till the end. The Dragon knew the Deviant Devil's fascination with it and also knew the lengths it would go to satisfy them. It did not allow its embarrassment and shame for the devil to cloud its sense of judgment, as such it did not make the mistake of underestimating its enemy.

Regardless of their long lifespan, now how many of the powerful beings could pull something like this off? Just because someone had a long life span did not mean they would be so motivated about something so much, they would be lazy or covet their long lifespan.

Just compare the humans and dogs for example. They both were smart and capable in their ways. The dogs, in general, were happy creatures, despite their shorter lifespan. They lived every day of their short life span like it was their last day in the world. Humans on the other hand despite having a longer lifespan than dogs were riddled with a myriad of worries and slaved every day of their lives for the next day while some just gave up.

This was an excellent example to explain the Elder Anesthesia Dragon's mindset was not common among the beings with long life spans but rather extraordinary. The deviant devil was an excellent example of this point, it had a long life span and was more gifted and stronger than the Dragon but its mindset was weak, and it did not have an ounce of self-control. Its mindset was so basic that for a moment of pleasure, it resorted to self-harm.

Others might excuse it because of its drug problem but Wyatt had seen people who were introduced to drugs in their mothers' wombs due to their negligent parents get addicted to drugs since birth. Most don't make it to adulthood but some have and in some rare cases they even thrive in society. These people were not gifted like the Deviant Devil and had every reason to engage in destructive behavior but they had strong mindsets and made it even though they lived every day of their lives in hard mode without gaining the luxurious and exclusive rewards of hard mode.

'It seems, the Dragon did not get the title strongest assassin for no reason,' Wyatt had now grown wary of the Elder Anesthesia Dragon. But he had also come to respect the Dragon, so much so that Wyatt wondered, 'What were the natives of the Dark realm thinking when they made the lore Anesthesia Dragon Lover/Slayer? If it was an attempt to appease the Mulias family, then they did a banger job.'

Wyatt was now beginning to understand that Elder Anesthesia Dragon wasn't all for show. If not for the deviant devil's immunity to its innate ability, despite how gifted and strong the devil was it would have killed it at its first attempt. The tolerance, persistence, and deviousness the Dragon had shown, changed Wyatt's view about it. As he too knew a thing or two about dedicating one life for vengeance.

However, Wyatt and the Elder Anesthesia Dragon were different. In his past life, Wyatt dedicated his life to killing the Viltronian and had no plans after that but the Elder Anesthesia dragon though dedicating a small fraction of its life to killing the Deviant Devil had ambitions beyond that. Well considering the strength difference between Viltronian and Wyatt, not to mention limited time and resources, Wyatt was lucky that he was able to kill that bastard. Wyatt and the Elder Anesthesia Dragon were born different, after all.

"Ahh!" the Deviant Devil yelled in rage staring at the incoming Celestial rule slave. It tried to break the celestial rule slave's blood rule domain with all its strength, it even mobilized its muscles reality bending ability that allowed it to manipulate the space around it to its whim with just the flex of its muscles, however, the celestial rule slave's domain remained unresponsive in front of the devil's reality being strength.

Frustrated, the devil unleashed a primal scream, 'Arrhhh!' His voice echoed with such intensity that it seemed to pierce through the pressure of the blood rule domain, mobilizing his reality-bending abilities. With each syllable, his vocal cords generated a highly concentrated sonic beam, pulsating with raw energy.

As the devil's fury intensified, the particles within the sonic beam vibrated at an otherworldly frequency, distorting reality itself. The air crackled with power as the sound waves warped the space around them, creating a palpable sense of dread.

In the wake of the devil's sonic beam, a pitch-black shadow emerged. The swirling vibrations of the particles in the path of the sonic beam vibrated with such frequency that they seemed to devour the light, casting darkness upon everything the sonic beam passed. The sheer force of the devil's anger manifested visibly, a testament to his formidable power of reality manipulation.

Witnessing the manifestation of his rage, even Wyatt and the Dragon were taken aback. The devil's ability to command reality with nothing but the force of his voice was a chilling reminder of its overpowered physique. Wyatt wondered if its emotions were magnifying the effects of its ability.

'It should have forged a rune related to emotions,' Wyatt thought. The only solace to Wyatt in this was that if he ever made it out of here then one day he too would be able to acquire similar power, thanks to his pre-knowledge of collecting the deviant devil's blood sample.

After launching the sonic beam with a triumphant roar, the Deviant devil stood tall, pride radiating from every inch of its formidable physique. It reveled in the display of its power, confident in the concentrated force of sound to vanquish any obstacle in its path it believed that the sonic beam would destroy the blood rule domain of the celestial blood rule slave that locked the battlefield in its sinister grip.

Yet, to the devil's dismay, the sonic beam faltered and sputtered, fizzling out before it could even travel a significant distance, let alone achieve its intended results. The once-proud devil's confidence shattered like glass as it watched the feeble remnants of its attack dissipate into nothingness. The celestial blood rule slave's blood rule domain loomed ominously, mocking the devil's futile efforts to break free from its grip.

Seeing that one of its strongest attacks could not even tear a hole in the blood rule domain cast by the celestial blood rule slave, the Deviant devil was immediately humbled being forced to confront its limitations. Then a sense of frustration and disbelief washed over the devil and it stood frozen in disbelief.

Witnessing that even the Deviant devil was rendered helpless by the blood rule domain cast by the celestial blood rule slave, Wyatt began to panic pondering if the Dragon was capable of protecting him. Otherwise, he would be forced to reveal his strongest ace to it. It was one thing for him to escape using the devil merchant code's privilege when the Elder Anesthesia Dragon was busy or distracted but not the same when it was next to him trying to protect him. It would definitely realize that the devil merchant code had helped his soul escape. If it managed to survive this debacle then it will relentlessly try to find him using his soul signature with its dream escape ability.

'Raukaul, how sure are you about our survival?' Wyatt asked the dragon no longer going to the trouble of keeping his polite facade. Trapped in the celestial blood rule slave's blood rule domain, they could not escape using regular means. They needed extraordinary means like the dragon's dream escape ability and Wyatt's devil merchant code privilege that only teleports his soul. That was only if the celestial blood rule slave did not have other tricks up its sleeves. In such a desperate situation, Wyatt wanted to know if he could trust the dragon.

"..." the Dragon was without words hearing Wyatt call it by its first name.

'Oi! Get over yourself. After what we have been through and what I have seen you do, I don't think we need to be polite to each other,' Wyatt spoke the first thing that came to his mind.

'Nazaka, trust me,' The Elder Anesthesia Dragon finally answered Wyatt. It felt like Wyatt's words were true.

Having shared its deep plans with the World Calamity Tree, the Dragon felt relieved. But the reason it explained its plans to Wyatt was that it did not want Wyatt to lose faith in it or think that it was just as deviant as the devil. It planned to groom the World Calamity Tree, as such it had to make sure that it respected him. But listening to Wyatt's words, it felt that they had unknowingly forged a stronger bond. Though it did not know what their bond was called it felt close to Wyatt. If Wyatt were to know the Dragon's thoughts then he would slap his forehead in frustration, knowing that the Dragon misinterpreted his words.

'My name is Dalton Wyatt, not Nazaka damn it.'

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