Talent Awakening: Draconic Overlord Of The Apocalypse

Chapter 469: • A Message From Beyond

Alister thought, placing a hand thoughtfully under his jaw as he increased his pace back to normal.

’I wonder if it’s possible for me to obtain a fable before I reach EX rank… That aside, the system called him “Holder of the 12th Seat.” That means he was likely the weakest of the generals of House Oboros.’

’So… there are eleven others?’

He exhaled, his breath misting in the red mist dungeon air. The understanding of Death Magic now thrummed inside him like a heartbeat. Cold. Hollow. It felt like he could reach into someone’s chest and stop their heart by sheer will… Well, not exactly their heart, but their ideals—the centers of their personality.

He shook his head. Not yet.

Then another notification blinked into existence:

⫷『You have obtained a Whisper.』⫸

⫷『Do you wish to listen?』⫸

Alister’s brow furrowed. A Whisper? That was new.

Draven noticed the shift. “What now, my lord?”

Alister didn’t answer. He simply stared at the hovering prompt, a chill running down his spine that had nothing to do with the cold.

For some reason, he instantly knew what this was.

’A message he wished to give to whoever claimed his life.’

After a long pause, he clicked YES.

The air grew thick… Chilling.

And then—it came.

A voice, distant yet close, echoed all around him and Draven. It wasn’t sound, not truly. It bypassed the ears and lodged itself directly into the mind, like a whisper from a dream.

It was the Emperor.

No… it was the man he used to be.

“I wished to obtain revenge…” the voice began, fragile and frayed at the edges like a dying fire.

“…to punish those who had taken everything from me. But I was powerless. And so… I gave up.”

“It was crushing. I told myself I’d regret that decision for the rest of my life. But what could I do? The last thing I wanted… was to die in that castle. Forgotten. Powerless.”

“But then… he came to me.”

Draven’s eyes narrowed.

The whisper grew colder.

“A man who dons a black skull mask.”

“A mortal above gods… yet walks amongst the undead.”

“A being of great ambition—yet without a soul.”

“Filled… yet hollow.”

The weight of those words chilled even Alister’s blood.

“To you who hears this message…” the whisper quivered, as if even in death, the speaker feared what he was about to say.

“…I beseech you. Avoid the Drinker of Light.”

“For he is a monarch… yet undeserving of a throne.”

And then, silence.

Alister remained motionless, his gaze distant.

Draven muttered, “Drinker of Light? My lord, who—could it be?”

Alister raised a hand to silence him. His jaw tightened.

A monarch… yet undeserving of a throne.

Who the hell was this man in the skull mask? And why did even a General of House Oboros speak of him with dread?

Alister’s thoughts raced.

’Are they all the same person? The one from my memory, the one Cinder told me about, and… Could he be the one responsible for that skull marking that was on mother’s neck?’

’Could the head of House Oboros be… the encroaching darkness?’

He narrowed his eyes.

’The Drinker of Light… Such a title couldn’t be coincidental.’

The echo of the Whisper still rang in his bones.

Alister sighed, “So he is the one behind my mother’s death.”

His annoying voice echoed in his mind again.

“Let’s make a deal, what do you say?”

“Seems he’s here to finish what he started.”

Alister suddenly turned around to gaze at the reddish-black hole in the distance.

Slowly he raised his hand, swiped it through the air as if grabbing something, and closed his hands. Suddenly the world was bathed in a golden glow like a distant sun, the red mist began to slowly clear.

Alister’s gaze turned to his closed palm, which he slowly opened to reveal that the massive black hole had become a mere pebble hovering in his hand.

“The fact he simply hasn’t fully invaded is either because of my father or… he’s toying with me.”

Alister suddenly closed his hand, and the miniature black hole seemed to close in on itself.

Putting his hands in his pockets, he and Draven were finally at the threshold of the gate, slowly crossing as he whispered.

“Whatever his intentions may be, the fact is he has given me an opportunity, and I intend to take full advantage of it.”

And then they crossed through.

But still, Alister knew—this wasn’t over. Not even close.

This was merely a step in the hundreds of others to come.

…

…

The moment the red gate in Sector IV shuddered again, the crowd fell into stunned silence.

Alister and Draven emerged from the crimson glow, the portal sealing shut behind them with a soft, almost imperceptible hiss.

It was as if Alister had entered mere seconds ago, and yet here he was, standing before them, as if no time had passed at all.

Although it was well known by now that the time difference between the dungeon and the outside world was one hour, resulting in twenty-four hours in the dungeon, still…

The entire scene seemed impossible. The onlookers blinked in confusion, processing the abruptness of it all.

Naomi’s eyes were wide with disbelief, her body frozen in place. She had seen so many dungeons tear through entire teams, only to spit out survivors days or weeks later, but this? This was something entirely different. It’s known that he’s SSS ranked, but still, it was a shocking sight.

Elias stood beside her, his mouth slightly agape. “What the hell…?” His voice was barely a whisper, still unable to grasp the impossibility of it all.

His hand twitched toward his weapon, but the gesture was more out of reflex than intent. What was even going on?

Warner, however, was far more indifferent to the chaos, shaking his head with an amused smirk. “What did I tell you? He’s a bona fide showoff,” he said to Arden.

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