<div> Chapter 129: Chaos in A City
 "Well, I never thought a Dragon Eater could walk so openly like this."
 A golden-black-haired young man, his face concealed by a mask, floated above a city. His reddish-white and blackish-blue eyes gleamed ominously in the dark.
 It was night, and although the city still buzzed with life, many had retreated for rest—subconsciously pulled by the natural rhythm of dusk.
 The city wasn’t too big nor too small, but it was positioned strategically atop an Origin Vein, with Originat flowing steadily into its heart.
 An Origin Vein referred to a natural energy channel beneath the earth, carrying vast currents of Originat. There were low, middle, high, and superior grades of Origin Veins.
 The one beneath this city was of low grade. Even so, it shouldn’t be underestimated. Superior-grade veins were rare, and those who possessed them guarded them fiercely—only tapping into their power for special purposes or dire reasons.
 The figure of the young man suddenly vanished—and reappeared inside one of the city’s buildings. But it wasn’t just any building. A powerful mobility aura cloaked it, and a mansion surrounded by houses lay within.
 The young man materialized in one of the most secure locations inside—where a fat, middle-aged man sat, deeply immersed in his work, flipping through documents with unbroken focus.
 The young man stood silently for several moments, yet the man failed to notice him.
 "It seems you’ve grown quite comfortable in the human world," the young man said at last, his voice echoing with a domineering, imperious aura.
 The fat middle-aged man jumped, whipping around with guarded urgency. His eyes widened when he saw the young man standing behind him, gaze as cold as winter steel.
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 </div> "Who are you?" the man demanded sharply.
 "Who I am doesn’t matter," the young man replied, his voice like the chill of midnight. "Just know... you’re breathing your last."
 "What bold talk," the man scoffed with a laugh. "I don’t know who sent you, but clearly you’re the one who’ll be taking his final breath."
 The young man’s eyes flickered, an amused glint forming in their depths. "Oh? Are you sure... Dragon Eater?"
 A silence fell—thick and suffocating.
 The fat man stared at him. The young man slowly walked over to a chair and sat, clicking his fingers softly against the armrest.
 "Oh, and by the way—the room is sealed. Don’t expect any interruptions." His chuckle was soft... yet to the fat man, it sounded like death whispering in the dark.
 Suddenly, the middle-aged man released a sharp, eerie laugh—one that barely sounded human. A dark, bone-chilling wave of Originat surged from his body, crawling across the room like smoke.
 "I never expected my identity to be discovered," he said, voice twisted with malice.
 "But I still wonder... who are you?" His eyes had changed—now deep, endless abysses staring into the unknown.
 "You’ll find out... though it will already be too late," the young man said, a frigid grin creeping across his lips.
 "But I’m curious about one thing. Why would a Dragon Eater take over humans? What are you plotting?" the young man asked, his gaze fixed like a blade.
 "I suppose that doesn’t concern you," the fat man sneered. "But tell me... are you human? And how exactly do you plan to kill me?"
 "Oh, you’ll know soon enough."
 The fat man snorted, unleashing his cultivation. It surged—rising steadily until it reached the Origin Emperor Realm, teetering on the edge of an even higher breakthrough.
 "If not for the restrictions of this world..." he growled, "...hmph. I would’ve already crushed you."
 With a roar, the fat man charged at the young man. The latter merely closed his eyes, still rhythmically tapping his fingers against the chair.
 The fat man showed no restraint. "If I’m right, you are a—"
 He never finished his words.
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 </div> The young man’s fingers stopped.
 His eyes snapped open.
 From his right eye—a blackish-blue flame erupted.
ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom It wasn’t just fire. It was destruction incarnate. Devastation. Annihilation. Erasure. The end of all things in one searing blaze.
 ROAR!
 A draconic roar resounded, splitting the night like thunder as the flame twisted—shifting, reshaping—until it became a dragon.
 When the fat man saw this as he charged, his expression twisted with fear. "You..."
 Before he could finish his words, the flame dragon swallowed him whole.
 AAARGH!
 A gut-wrenching, soul-piercing scream tore through the air. The Dragon Eater’s cry was like that of a pig being slaughtered—raw, agonized, and laced with the terror of impending death.
 He tried to speak, to scream something coherent—but no words came.
 "I gave you the chance to talk," the young man said coldly, his voice like steel in a winter storm. "But I don’t waste time. Like I said... you were breathing your last breath. Yet you chose to play games."
 He let out a dark, quiet chuckle—one that echoed like death’s amusement.
 The Dragon Eater, even as he burned, began to regret. If only he had known the identity... the overwhelming strength of the young man standing before him. If he had known, he would have never dared to fight. He would’ve run—no, begged—for his life.
 But like the young man said... he would find out the truth. And by then, it would already be too late.
 The flame consumed the Dragon Eater, devouring flesh, soul, and essence—erasing him from existence. The fire faded. Only ashes remained, drifting slowly to the cold floor.
 "What a small fry," the young man scoffed, voice contemptuous. Then—he vanished.
 The next day, members of the noble family came to check on the middle-aged man. He was the head of their family.
 But what they found...
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 </div> Was ashes.
 Ashes... and the unmistakable lingering aura of their patriarch. It clung to the dust like a final whisper of his existence.
 Grief erupted throughout the family. Cries echoed. Tears flowed. The great house was plunged into mourning.
 Yet they were not alone.
 This was not the only family affected. In several corners of the city, similar scenes unfolded—people missing, entire houses reduced to ruins, fear hanging heavy in the air.
 The city trembled, riddled with confusion, gripped by panic.
 Whispers spread like wildfire:
 Who was the enemy?
 What did they want?
 No one had answers.
 Only dread.
 The city was thrown into utter chaos... and the shadow behind the destruction remained unseen.</div>
 

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Chapter 129: Chaos in A City

Chapter 129: Chaos in A City "Well, I never thought a Dragon Eater could walk so openly like this." A golden-black-haired young man, his face concealed by a mask, floated above a city. His reddish-white and blackish-blue eyes gleamed ominously in the dark. It was night, and although the city still buzzed with life, many had retreated for rest—subconsciously pulled by the natural rhythm of dusk. The city wasn’t too big nor too small, but it was positioned strategically atop an Origin Vein, with...

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Chapter 129: Chaos in A City

Reborn as a Devouring Dragon with a System - Chapter 129: Chaos in A City