Floating Island - Triple S Talent-Chapter 570: God Candidate

Lein nodded quickly, a spark of hope kindling in his chest. If someone this powerful was personally intervening, they might have a real chance to bring Dragnar back.

Suddenly, a voice both heavy and soft brushed against his ears:

"Young man," Yefta spoke slowly, his voice deep and faintly echoing. "Do you have any object,any artifact,bearing a strong connection to the one trapped within?"

Lein pondered briefly. Then remembered.

"Would a Contract Scroll work?" he asked, producing an ancient scroll with a golden seal,the very one binding him as master to Dragnar’s servitude.

Yefta raised a thin brow. "Even better," he said. "Hand it to me."

Lein passed it over with both hands.

Yefta accepted it without a word, then closed his eyes. Instantly, a gentle pressure began saturating the air.

But it didn’t last.

Lein and his companions immediately felt energy swirling. Elder Yefta’s robes rippled unnaturally, as if stirred by an otherworldly wind. His white hair whipped wildly in all directions, and soon his very body began to change.

His once-pale brown skin shifted gradually to light violet, then deepened darker,like ink bleeding through water. Beneath its surface, Lein could see torrents of dark-purple energy surging violently through Yefta’s veins,like lightning-filled rivers breaking their banks.

"Lord Mesofus...?" Lein turned swiftly, tension rising.

Mesofus shot him a calm glance. "Be at ease, Lord Lein. Elder Yefta is tracing dimensional resonance. Once locked, he’ll force it open."

Lein gave a slight nod, though his unease lingered.

Without prompting, he, Laras, and Efan retreated several steps, erecting layered protective barriers around themselves,pure instinct, driven solely by the gathering energy that no longer felt remotely human.

Mesofus didn’t stop them. Even the elite troops behind him held their breath.

Elder Yefta now stood at the eye of an energy vortex.

Power streamed into him from all directions. Dark violet light flared from his pores. Dimensional aura frayed like torn fabric. The air vibrated. Space warped.

He... was no longer merely human.

"...Found it."

The low, cold pronouncement came from Yefta’s lips.

He opened his eyes,glowing solid amethyst,and raised his right hand.

With a casual motion like tearing paper, he sliced through the empty air before him.

GRRRRRKKKKHHH...

The sound of dimensions screaming.

CRACK...

Lightning lashed from all directions as Elder Yefta’s hand swept downward,slow, unstoppable, like fate itself rewriting its path. The moment his palm crossed the final arc, the air hissed... and suddenly,

A rift tore open.

Amidst the groan of rending dimensions, an enormous oval-shaped fissure materialized, its edges glowing like a divine eye glaring at the world.

Yefta, still at the epicenter of chaos, snapped back to human form. His divine aura vanished as swiftly as it had been summoned. In an instant, his body disappeared without a trace,swallowed by the very dimension he’d forced open.

Without hesitation, Mesofus stepped forward and bellowed:

"Team One, Five, and all Explorer Units,deploy!"

His command thundered, met by synchronized movements from the elite troops behind him. Battle cruisers hovering in formation ignited their engines. Blue plasma flared from thrusters, propelling them toward the unstable dimensional tear.

One by one, the ships slipped past Mesofus, Lein, and the others,their black silhouettes like spears piercing the sky’s wound. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Lein watched with awe and curiosity.

"Lord Mesofus," he ventured, "may we accompany them?"

Mesofus glanced sideways, tilting his chin with cool confidence.

"For what purpose, Lord Lein? Elder Yefta will resolve this in seconds." His tone was calm,too calm,face radiating pride as if he’d torn the sky himself.

Nearby, Efan tilted his head, puzzled. "Then... why send the teams in?"

Mesofus smirked faintly.

"They have another task," he said casually, then darkened. "The Dawnlight Cosmos Association has caused enough trouble over the last hundred thousand years... this time, we leave no mercy."

"Understood," Efan replied, now solemn.

Laras remained silent but sharp-eyed. Mesofus’s words alone spoke volumes of the deep-seated vendetta between these powers.

But before tension could ease,

Something surged from the rift.

A figure streaked out like a burning meteor.

",Incoming!" Mesofus braced, golden aura erupting around him. His hand rose, poised to strike.

Lein, Laras, and Efan mirrored him,auras flaring, combat instincts ignited.

Yet the figure didn’t attack.

It halted. Directly before them. Then,

"Ugh... thank the heavens... I made it."

A hoarse, exhausted voice.

The figure collapsed to its knees. Ragged breaths. Clothes torn, body smeared with burns and dried blood. Silver scales along its humanoid-naga form had dulled. But despite its battered state,its eyes blazed with life.

Lein stiffened. So did Laras and Efan.

"...Dragnar?" Lein’s voice was soft, hopeful.

The figure lifted its head. Seeing Lein,and the others,its eyes widened. Then... a bloody smile spread.

"Master...!" Dragnar cried out, stumbling forward before crumpling at Lein’s feet.

"Thank you... if you hadn’t opened that rift... I’d be dead in there..." he rasped, voice thick with sincerity and overwhelming relief.

But before his forehead could touch the ground, Lein raised a hand, stopping him.

"Stop." His tone was flat yet gentle. "It wasn’t me who opened the way."

Lein turned, gesturing toward Mesofus behind him.

"Thank them. Not me."

Dragnar,still half-dragon, breath labored,slowly pivoted.

At first, his gaze held something... contempt. Subtle, yet palpable. As if his beastly instincts refused to bow to anyone... even Mesofus.

But sensing the power radiating from the golden-robed man,the silent pressure that could paralyze a soul in an instant,and remembering this was the one who tore open his path from that blood-soaked hell, Dragnar swallowed his pride.

Slowly, he dipped his head in a bow.

"My thanks, Lord... you saved my life," he uttered, voice low and gravelly.

Mesofus waved a casual hand. "It’s nothing. Our responsibility," he replied, calm. "If anyone owes an apology, it’s me."

Lein, silent until now, studied Dragnar intently.

"What happened inside?" he finally asked. "The dimension should’ve collapsed. I destroyed all its cores,why were you still trapped?"

Dragnar drew a heavy breath, meeting Lein’s gaze with eyes that seemed older, darker.

"The man I fought... was immensely strong," he said slowly. "At first, the dimension did start collapsing. But he used something,an artifact,to hold the ruin at bay. As if he wanted to remain, even as reality began to fracture."

His fists clenched, voice hardening.

"Only when... another being breached it from outside did the dimension fully implode. I escaped thanks to that outside disruption,not by my own power."

Lein’s jaw tightened. His eyes narrowed at the ground.

"Just who... are these people?" he murmured, bitterness lacing his words.

The Dawnlight Association.

Not mere mercenaries. They were preparing for war, scheming in shadows. Why? What were they after?

He turned to Mesofus. His face stayed neutral, but the look in his eyes was clear,you know more than you’re saying.

Mesofus only chuckled softly, raising both hands innocently. "Ah, apologies, Lord Lein. Even I don’t know their precise motives."

But his expression shifted, voice dropping lower, sharper.

"But rest assured... if a hunter guild dares sow chaos across the cosmos for a hundred thousand years... they pursue nothing ordinary."

Lein remained still, body coiled with tension.

Mesofus held his gaze, stepping closer until his voice became a blade-soft whisper:

"I shouldn’t tell you this. But due to our failure,our inability to protect you,I offer one warning."

He halted directly before Lein.

"They are hunting God Candidates. And most likely... they deem you one."

The words sliced the air like steel.

Laras and Efan stiffened instantly. Lein just stared,face blank, but his heart felt pierced.

God Candidate?

He knew nothing of it. Never felt like a "candidate" for anything so grand. Yet... his mind flashed to his SSS-tier talent, awakened at the journey’s start,the ability even the system couldn’t fully measure.

Could that be why...?

Before he could speak, Laras stepped forward.

"What is... a God Candidate, Lord Mesofus?" she asked, tone respectful but edged with urgency. "Why would they pursue someone like us?"

Mesofus turned to her, shaking his head slowly.

"I cannot answer that, Miss," he said, voice heavy.

"All I will say is this,never seek to understand it until your power breaches the Emperor-tier. Because once you know... there is no turning back."