The moment the sealing stone touched the blade, Michael's vision shattered.

It was like the world had been swallowed by ink. One blink and the walls of his room, the faint hum of the air system, even the weight of his own body all of it dissolved into nothingness.

Then, a sound.

Thrum.

He was in a dark place , then Suddenly —

A vibration deeper than thunder rippled through the void. Michael opened his eyes or maybe they'd never been closed and found himself standing on cracked, obsidian ground. The horizon stretched endlessly, but instead of a sky, there was only a sea of swirling red clouds, pulsing like blood caught in a storm.

"...Where is this?" His voice echoed strangely, swallowed and then returned, as though the void itself were mocking him.

The air pressed against him, thick with mana. Every breath was like inhaling fire and ice at once. Sweat dampened his forehead almost immediately.

Then he saw it.

Two points of crimson light, impossibly high above him. Eyes.

Michael's chest tightened as a colossal silhouette shifted in the distance. Wings unfurled were vast, jagged, blotting out the bloody clouds. Horns curled like blackened spires. Each step it took made the cracked earth tremble.

A dragon.

His throat went dry. No… not just any dragon. This presence… it's monstrous.

He nearly got a heart attack , because Dragon are god like existence in the game they have power to control Element Affinity and Mastery is beyond any human can master.

We can identify a which Dragon has elemental affinity mastery by there colour.

They are Red Dragon mastery of Fire Elements, Blue Dragon mastery of water Element, Brown Dragon mastery of Earth Element, Green Dragon master of Wind Element, Yellow Dragon Master of Thunder Element.

This Dragon Clan are knows as Master Clan.

And Above them are Superior Clan of Dragon like Gold Dragon of Light, Sliver Dragon of Time, Black Dragon of Dark, Purple Dragon of Space and Lastly White Dragon of Creation who was mastery of Life elements and Divine Power.

And before him was mighty Black Dragon.

Before he could gather himself, the creature exhaled.

And the world crushed him.

Mana pressure slammed into his body like an invisible mountain. His knees buckled instantly, bones screaming under the weight. His teeth clenched hard enough that his jaw ached.

"Gghh…!" Michael dropped to one knee, his hand driving into the burning ground for support. It wasn't heat, though all his skin blistered under the sheer density of mana saturating every grain of stone.

Stand. I have to stand.

Every instinct screamed at him to collapse, to submit, to survive. But another voice, quiet but burning, cut through the panic.

If you kneel now, you lose everything. All the training, all the planning, all the second chances… they die here.

His legs trembled like brittle twigs, but he forced his body upward. One inch at a time. Blood trickled from his nose, his eyes burned, his spine felt ready to snap it but he did not bow.

The dragon's gaze narrowed, crimson orbs glowing brighter.

Then, as suddenly as it began, the pressure lifted.

Michael collapsed forward, gasping raggedly, every muscle spasming from the strain.

A low rumble rolled through the void. At first he thought it was thunder. Then he realized—

It was laughter.

"Kid…" The dragon's voice was deep enough to shake his bones, layered with echoes like mountains grinding together. "You have an unbreakable will. After thousands of years, someone has finally broken my sword's seal."

Michael staggered upright, wiping blood from his lip. His voice was hoarse but steady.

"...Is this sword yours?"

The dragon chuckled again, wings folding slightly. "Kid, you don't need to know that. All you need is resolve. Since you dared to awaken me, I will allow you to carry the blade. But remember…"

Its wings spread wide, blotting out even the red storm above. The world darkened until only its glowing eyes remained.

"You've only shattered the first chain. Four seals remain. Break them all, and you may witness my true power."

Michael's heart pounded in his chest. Four more seals…? What kind of weapon is this?

The dragon began to fade, its massive form dissolving into smoke and shadow.

"Wait!" Michael shouted, his voice raw. "At least… tell me your name!"

There was silence. For a heartbeat, he thought the void had swallowed the dragon completely.

Then the crimson eyes curved, almost like a smile.

"My name… is the Dragon of Doom and Destruction—Drakerlor."

The name reverberated through the void, echoing inside his skull, searing itself into memory.

The ground split beneath him, light flooding up from the cracks.

And then he went out

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Michael's eyes snapped open.

He was back in his room. His body lurched forward with a sharp gasp, like he'd been underwater too long. Sweat drenched his shirt, his breathing ragged.

The sword lay before him on the table.

But it wasn't the same sword.

Where the ricasso had once been plain black steel, now it had morphed into the open jaws of a dragon, fangs carved in gleaming detail. The blade extended like a fang itself, sleek and ominous, as though the weapon had drawn breath for the first time.

Michael reached out with trembling fingers, his palm brushing the hilt. A shock ran through him was not pain, but power. The sword pulsed like a heartbeat, resonating with his own.

And then—

Ding~

The sound was sharp, crystalline, and impossibly familiar. His vision flickered as glowing text unfolded before his eyes:

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[Host Sword Draken has broken its first seal]

[Sword: Draken (Divine Grade)]

Unlock Progress: (1/5)

Skill 1: Absorb Dark Aura and unleash a power attack.

Skill 2: Nullifies Dark Elemental attacks.

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Michael's breath hitched. Divine Grade…

Before he could process it, another notification bloomed.

[Congratulations to the Host. Unlocking Draken's seal rewards you: +30 Stats, +50,000 SP]

[Sub-Quest Added: Unlock the remaining 4 seals of Draken]

[1) Unlock 2 seals: +50 Stats, +70,000 SP

2) Unlock 3 seals: +70 Stats, +100,000 SP

3) Unlock 4 seals: +80 Stats, +120,000 SP, 1x Skill Upgrade Card

4) Unlock 5 seals: ???]

The glow faded, leaving him in silence. Only the faint hum of the academy's air system remained.

Michael gripped the hilt tighter. His hands trembled—not from fear, but exhilaration.

"A Divine weapon…" he whispered. His reflection wavered in the blade, eyes wide with disbelief. "In the game, things like this only existed in legends. And now…"

His chest heaved as a shaky laugh escaped him.

"It's in my hands."

Slowly, he lowered the sword, the room dimming as though Draken itself had swallowed the light. He sat back on the sofa, sword across his lap, mind racing.

Four seals left… What kind of trials will those bring? And when?

A shiver ran through him, not of fear but anticipation.

"Drakerlor…" he murmured, eyes narrowing in determination. "I'll be ready when we meet again."

The sword pulsed once, faint but steady, as if answering him.

Finally he can rest he went to bath and went to sleep.

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The first thing I felt when my eyes creaked open was pain.

A dull, grinding ache in my muscles, like I'd wrestled a mountain and lost.

"…Ugh."

I rolled over in bed, staring at the ceiling of my dorm room. The faint morning sunlight leaked through the curtains, hitting me right in the face. My body still remembered last night—the oppressive weight of that dragon's mana, the crushing presence that felt like gravity itself was trying to grind me into dust.

But the fact that I was even alive to feel sore was a miracle.

I dragged myself upright and rubbed my face. "It wasn't a dream, huh…"

The sword, Draken, lay quietly in its sheath by the wall. Nothing about it looked different to the naked eye. But I knew. I could still feel the faint thrum of energy radiating from it like a heartbeat that wasn't mine.

A divine-grade weapon with four more seals.

A dragon that called itself Drakerlor, Doom and Destruction.

…Yeah. My life was spiraling further and further from the "original script."

I pushed the thought away and stood, my joints popping in protest. A glass of water later, I felt halfway human again. Then I checked my watch.

8:34 AM.

Right. Today was the Hunting Club meeting. Leon had been buzzing in the chat group about it like it was the grand tournament of the century. Aiden spammed emojis of wolves and knives like a child hopped up on sugar.

Me? I'd mostly muted the group.

Still, it would look bad if I was late on my very first day. So, I dragged myself through the motions—washed up, uniform straightened, grabbed my ID card. The Academy looked almost too bright outside. Weekend sunlight, clear skies, and the faint chatter of students who actually enjoyed mornings.

I sighed. "Why can't clubs meet in the afternoon like normal sane people…"

' But Let me eat something ' I went to kitchen, open the fridge take out Bread and Butter ..

I Hurry went to bath and brush, it took me arround 5 minutes and I take my break fast and eat my morning breakfast.

(To be continue)

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