My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit-Chapter 248 - 234: Going Home, Going Home, Going Home

"You are born with sin, and the lord shows mercy to you, allowing you to become her clan, a gratitude that you will never repay for eternity, generation after generation..."

"Gratitude?"

If it is gratitude, then why impose a slave contract that we can never violate upon all our kin?

Moreover, why are our descendants, even when still in the egg, automatically bound by this contract?

...

"Another Dragon King has committed suicide..."

Endless gloom swirls over all the giant dragons. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

This is who knows how many of their kind now, their population numbers have completely fallen below the danger line.

This is the fate of the outcast race, with no world to back them, no support from home, born with sin, born as slaves to others, using life, flesh and blood, turning their souls into nourishment to power the Divine Wood—does this free them from original sin?

"From now on, you are responsible for the re-cultivation plan of abandoned planets, awaiting the descent of the Divine Wood once more." This is their task, the task marked on them with the sinner's imprint for eternity.

"We can still go home... Even that lord could not achieve complete victory when fighting the native World Consciousness." A suggestion from some strategist.

"As long as we can return home, mother will back us up. If we, the outcasts, can return home... Everything will be better once we return home, all our slave contracts will be nullified by mother, we will gain freedom, no longer are we outcasts..."

"Go home... As long as we can go home..."

"But we've lost our way home, why can we never find the way back home..."

"This is the fate of the outcasts, another day without returning home, another day more for the Dragon Race and its kin, born with sin!"

"Let us inscribe everything of our homeland into our souls, it's our final memory to preserve, the last taste of home, and also our final hope to continue our lineage."

"But ancestors, tens of millions of years have passed, why can we never find our way home..."

"Where exactly is our home?"

...

Every giant dragon is born to inescapable fate, imprinted with engraving, shell breaking, the urge to return home, and death.

This is their final spiritual support living in this world, because if they lose this support, the proud giant dragons would no longer linger with pathetic life, they would soar for the blue sky, never to be caged, an unavoidable fate for every dragon of the Dragon Race...

The urge to return home!

This is, for the hidden future of their ancestors, a future no longer begging for peace like prisoners, a future to live smoothly, an inescapable home and mother longing written into their genes and souls' deepest layers.

They miss the fuchsia flowers of their homeland, the vast tree canopies blotting out the sky, the giant insect companions, and the scurrying rats in the burrows...

How much longer must we, the outcasts, wait to find the way home?

...

The Violent Dragon God slowly closes his eyes, but when he opens them again, there is no longer hesitation or longing in his pupils, only bone-deep anger and hatred.

Olivia felt the pressure from the Violent Dragon God for the first time...

Quasi-5th Tier? No, infinitely close to Tier Five!

As if at any moment reaching the power of Tier Five, but desperately suppressing himself, not allowing himself to attain the true Tier Five, not just this Violent Dragon God, on that battlefield against the World Consciousness, she saw numerous giant dragons with the same strength.

She didn't understand why dragons seemed to have means beyond biological limits to reach Tier Five, but never real Tier Five, deliberately suppressing their strength so that no true Tier Five emerged within their clan.

Yet this suppression allows them to face a real Apostle with considerable strength.

Knowing they can wear down the World Consciousness through sheer numbers and time indicates the true weight of this quasi-5th Tier power of these dragons.

So Olivia had no intention of confronting head-on, originally not a combatant, her role in the Interstellar Corps was closer to "Scout" and "Investigator."

Her task is merely investigation and intelligence collection; solving the problem will naturally be the tough task of her execution department counterparts.

Run like the wind at the sign of trouble!

This world seems crazed for a version update, more holding her breath is that it didn't include her, even now clueless why this crazy world turned out this way.

At least she came to help, what's wrong with this insane world?

But fortunately, she had extracted enough intelligence, even secretly laying an extra measure on that battlefield in the days when she became the reserved Violent Dragon God, ensuring she could cause enough chaos when she was ready to escape.

This was her escape plan.

As a scout and investigator, how could she not have some special skills and means of self-defense? Even during her most desperate time, she was able to use the Transformation Technique to become a member of the Shabu Insect Race, exchanging sisterly affection with them for an indeterminate amount of time, being caught by those insects every day saying, "Sister, sister, you smell so nice."

She immediately activated the trap she had set on that battlefield, and the next moment, the chimeric zombie giant dragon that breathed towards the World Consciousness fell into a strange, silent state.

Suddenly, a dragon head emerged from its body, like a worm emerging from the cocoon within a host. This scene sent shivers down the spines of countless onlookers.

"Damn it! You're dead!" The Violent Dragon God raged, abandoning any intention to interrogate her identity. Now, with the Dragon Race's millennia-long plan possibly tampered with, he wanted nothing more than to swiftly kill this insect and immediately reach the battlefield.

He even had a premonition that thousands of years of planning might come to naught at this moment!

Ophelia immediately prepared to open a Teleportation Gate to leave, but the next moment, she was stunned, a space lock, Tier Five magic!

Oh… damn it…

With no other choice, she decisively took out an emergency communication device. This thing could at least block one attack for her, regardless of its power. All she needed was to stall for a few dozen seconds, and support would arrive.

Just hoping that the Legendary-Level reserve wouldn't foolishly rush in, he'd only be sending himself to die.

However, just as the emergency communication device was about to be pressed, an arm suddenly extended from the void, throwing a handful of powder like a school yard brawl. But at this moment, upon seeing the powder scatter in the air, the originally enraged Violent Dragon God was momentarily stunned.

It was as if he was hit by a time-stop magic, this moment, seeing the powder scatter, despite being able to exchange blows with a Tier Five opponent, now he resembled a school child caught off guard, eyes covered in dirt, smeared across his face.

The arm instantly grabbed the predecessor and pulled into a rift of the other dimension, the regaining-consciousness Violent Dragon God rushed forward furiously, but in that dimension, another arm tossed a whole handful of dust...

"Pfft..."

The spatial crack closed, that arm couldn't even retract in time, severed and exiled into the rift of the other dimension.

Ophelia vanished, leaving the Violent Dragon God not knowing where exactly this person came from, or what her purpose was. Could she be a spy of that great one...

No, impossible, because just now, the evident bewilderment wasn't from the arm extending from the void, but rather from the...

The scent of home!

Ignoring the dirt on the ground, ignoring the dirt in the air with the unusual chimeric zombie giant dragon, he squatted down cautiously, collecting the dust from the ground, bringing it to his nose, taking a deep breath...

The dust inhaled into his lungs, but at this moment, his whole body trembled, disregarding any grace, he immediately stuffed the dust into his mouth, chewed it fiercely, no longer maintaining the so-called "Dragon King's decorum", but like the dirtiest beggar.

He chewed the dust ravenously, heedless, forcefully swallowing it...

For that moment he felt real, a smile cracked his mouth, silently, laughing till his body shivered as if in convulsion, simultaneously feeling the tangible blend of his body and the taste of home.

"No, once we complete the final step, as long we complete this last one step, our descendants will truly gain freedom, and they will be able to..."

"Go home!"

Some birds can never be caged and so it is with the ancestral Dragon Race, even more intensely so.

He completely disregarded it all, unconcerned about the position of the next "Violent Dragon God" or the matter of the next heir.

For now, what he must do is to ascend with the ancestors, truly become World Consciousness, truly, deify!

Only the authority of the world can erase the slave imprints on such forsaken races, to wipe away tears and filth, for these returning wanderers to declare, in the most dignified way, that will not worry any parents, to say this...

"It's been a long time, we've been doing well out there..."

There's no time left, nothing matters anymore, the final assault, the time for deification, is today!

And with this break the final shackles ingrained in every Dragon Race's body, allowing any giant dragon with sufficient strength to break through to Tier Five!

And before revenge arrives, countless Tier Five Dragon Race members capable of participating in the divine war must be born, fulfilling this hatred that spans millions of years.

This was their plan, they intended to use this planet as the battleground for deification, tricking that great one here, then through the native boost of the world consciousness and countless Tier Five giant dragons fighting under it, to achieve revenge.

For the giant dragons are indeed the most vengeful race!

If we are born guilty, then let you, great one, taste the final supper, and feel the vengeance of us, the sinners!

The Violent Dragon God left the Dragon God Hall, and as he stepped out, terrifying scales and spikes grew on his body, and with another step, his humanoid form disappeared, transforming into a monstrous dragon person.

With another step, the several-meter-tall dragon person vanished, and an 80-plus-meter-tall dark golden giant dragon appeared here, spread its wings and took to the sky, joining the battlefield with the World Consciousness.