As Callie led Max toward his living quarters, they walked in silence.
But even without words, Max could feel her thoughts.
They weren't just assumptions or guesses—he could literally sense them, as if they were trickling directly into his mind.
How did he do it?
What is the secret behind his bloodline?
What makes him so special?
Each question echoed in his head, and despite his usually composed nature, Max felt a bit embarrassed.
'Can I make this go away?'
He wasn't sure how this was happening, but it was clear that his bloodline connection had deepened far more than he originally thought.
And he didn't like it.
Hearing people's thoughts constantly? That would be a nightmare.
Max closed his eyes lightly, focusing inward.
He concentrated, trying to shut out the connection—trying to control whatever it was that was allowing him to hear Callie's thoughts.
A mont passed.
Then—
Silence.
When he opened his eyes, everything had beco clear.
The ntal connection had vanished.
Callie's thoughts no longer bled into him.
Max let out a quiet sigh of relief.
'"Thank god."'
If this ability had been permanent, he couldn't even imagine what kind of hell his life would have turned into.
Living every second hearing people's thoughts?
No. That was sothing he could never live with.
Both of them continued walking in silence, the atmosphere growing increasingly awkward with each passing mont.
Max, having shut off the ntal connection, no longer sensed Callie's thoughts, but the tension between them was palpable.
A long, awkward walk.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Callie ca to a stop in front of a large do-shaped structure.
"This is your place," she said, her tone as neutral as ever.
Max glanced at the building, taking in its simple yet sturdy design. It wasn't extravagant, but it looked well-fortified, likely built with security in mind.
"If you need anything," Callie continued, "just let know."
She tapped her holowatch, the faint digital sound of a notification beeping through the air.
Beep!
Max's own holowatch vibrated, signaling an incoming contact request.
He tapped it lightly, adding Callie's contact without hesitation.
A brief mont of silence followed.
Max exhaled, glancing back at the do structure before heading inside.
Finally, a place to train in peace.
As Callie was about to leave, Max called out to her.
"Callie, can you ask Klaus and the Old Saintess if there are any dragon-related items in the guild's possession that aren't being used?" His voice was calm, but there was a certain weight behind his request. "I need them right now. Also, ask if they can provide with Chaos Stones, but make sure they know that anything related to dragons takes top priority."
Callie nodded without hesitation before silently walking away.
Once she disappeared from sight, Max stepped inside his living quarters.
The do structure was simple but spacious, equipped with everything he needed. He explored the rooms, familiarizing himself with the layout, before making his way toward the bathroom.
Steam filled the air as Max dried himself off, feeling refreshed.
Once dressed, he went to the kitchen and prepared a al.
The food wasn't extravagant—just simple, hearty nourishnt—but he enjoyed it nonetheless, taking his ti to savor every bite.
As he finished, his mind shifted to sothing else.
'"Ti to test Dragon Scales Transformation."'
His eyes glead as he stood, pushing the plate aside.
He moved toward the training chamber, a separate section within his quarters, designed with reinforced walls and specialized equipnt.
Inside, various training instrunts and asuring tools were neatly arranged, but Max ignored them.
He didn't need any of that. Not right now.
Instead, he walked to the center of the chamber and stood still.
He closed his eyes.
Darkness engulfed his vision.
Then—
A familiar light broke through the void.
A golden core, radiant and steady, illuminating the darkness.
And coiling around it—
A massive black dragon.
Max focused on it, observing the intricate details of its body.
Its entire form was covered in hundreds of thousands of scales, each one an embodint of strength and resilience.
But then he noticed sothing.
Not all the scales were the sa.
So of them—only a small portion—glowed with a golden gleam, standing out against the deep black of the dragon's body.
Max's brows furrowed slightly.
'"What's the difference?"'
He knew that these scales would be crucial in his Dragon Scales Transformation—but he had yet to understand how.
'Could they be my 300 Dragon Scales?'
The thought echoed in Max's mind as he stared at the golden-glowing scales wrapped around the black dragon inside him.
Realizing that the dragon within him was real, a surge of excitent filled his chest.
His focus snapped back to the present.
'Ti to test it.'
The mont Max activated the ability, he felt it.
A sudden shift—an awakening of sothing ancient deep inside him.
Black scales appeared along his two arms, spreading from his hands to his elbows.
But these weren't normal scales.
They weren't physical—not grown from his skin, but rather manifested energy, condensed into an armor-like form.
Each black scale carried a golden edge, pulsing faintly as if they were alive.
Max raised his hands, flexing his fingers. He could feel the difference—his arms felt heavier, stronger, as if they were now weapons themselves.
But sothing was off.
The scales only covered up to his elbows—nowhere near his entire arm.
Max frowned slightly. 'Is it because I only have around 300 Dragon Scales?'
He fist-bumped both his hands together in curiosity.
Tang!
A deep, tallic clash rang through the training chamber.
Max's eyes widened in shock.
It sounded exactly like tal striking tal—but this was his own body.
'"So this transformation isn't just for raw strength—it's for defense too?"'
He needed to test more.
Tapping into his Draconic Essences, he willed the power of his 15 Draconic Essences to activate.
The mont he did—
Fifteen of his Dragon Scales glowed with golden light.
And then—
Raw, untad strength surged through his entire body.
But this ti, it felt different.
Max had used the Draconic Essence many tis before, increasing his mastery over its strength. Normally, when he used it, he had to condense all the raw power into a single point to maximize its true potential.
But now—
Each of his 300 Dragon Scales contained peak strength individually.
Each scale was like a miniature reservoir of power—and with each glowing one, a new wave of strength pulsed through his muscles.
Max clenched his fists, feeling the overwhelming force coursing through him.
'"This is unbelievable!"'
He had expected Dragon Scales Transformation to give him defense, but now he realized—
It was far more than that.
It was an evolution—a perfect synchronization between his strength and defense, amplifying both without restriction.
His arms alone carried enough raw force to shatter anything in his path.
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