DxD: Reborn with a Divine Treasure Chest System Chapter 32 32: 32. The Subjugation of a Heavenly Dragon

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"Correct, I picked it up a few days ago."

"If I gather enough fragnts, I might even be able to reconstruct Vritra's complete dragon soul."

Even scraps were still at.

No matter what, Vritra had been Dragon King-class. A complete restoration would not be aningless.

"So even this kind of Longinus exists? Just how many did the Biblical God create?"

Ddraig sounded genuinely stunned.

As expected of the strongest beneath the Infinite Dragon God.

"That's irrelevant."

Anos' voice remained calm.

"What matters is this, Will you co with ? If you do, you won't have to follow the Sacred Gear transfer system anymore."

To properly activate the World Dragon's Jewel, he required the consent of the dragon soul inside.

Otherwise, it functioned rely as a draconic suppression artifact.

Of course, if multiple dragon souls were gathered—

Its true power would be unimaginable.

"Co with you? By human standards, you are indeed strong."

Whether that was praise or condescension was unclear.

"Ddraig, you don't have a choice."

Anos shook his head slightly.

This was not a negotiation.

It was a notification.

"No choice?"

Erald draconic eyes locked onto him.

Humans these days are bold.

"If you refuse, I will seal you permanently inside this Longinus."

"And you will never fight Albion again."

He paused.

"Oh... And Albion's current host is a half-blood descendant of the True Maou."

"So tell ."

"Would you enjoy being beaten by Albion in that state?"

The advantage was entirely Anos'.

He did not need Ddraig's permission to open the chest, Convincing him was simply a matter of efficiency.

More trump cards were always preferable.

"Albion landed that kind of luck?!"

At the na of the White Dragon Emperor, Ddraig reacted instantly.

"So choose."

"Eternal suppression."

"Or cooperation."

Silence.

Ten seconds.

Fifteen.

Ddraig's mind raced.

If this human died, would he be transferred alongside the Jewel?

Could this artifact not only suppress dragon souls—

But erase them?

Then—

A burst of dragon breath erupted.

"User of dragons must possess the capacity to command dragons!"

"I shall lend you my power!"

Ddraig placed high expectations upon this human.

Anyone bold enough to threaten a Heavenly Dragon possessed the bearing worthy of recognition.

Even if said dragon happened to be himself.

The irritation faded quickly.

Because another possibility erged.

If this man defeated the White Dragon Emperor—

If Albion were absorbed as well—

Would they not battle endlessly within this Jewel?

For Ddraig, that alone was reason enough, For centuries, his sole desire had been to fight Albion.

If he could do so eternally—

What did it matter if he remained a dragon soul inside a jewel?

"Ddraig, soon, you'll understand."

"You made the correct choice."

Silver light flared.

The World Dragon's Jewel activated.

Without resistance, Ddraig's soul was absorbed.

"Ho—!"

"Small from the outside, Vast within."

Inside the Jewel was a world.

He flew at full speed.

No boundary.

No edge.

The suppression was imnse—

Yet the space was limitless.

"Partner, open my perception."

"In the Boosted Gear, I could still see outside, Here, I see nothing."

"So you truly could have sealed forever."

"Of course."

Anos smiled faintly.

He could close it whenever necessary.

[Ding.]

[Purple Treasure Chest opened.]

[Reward obtained — Secret Sword Arts: Seven Mystic Blades.]

[First Mystic Blade: Rhinoceros Strike]

[Second Mystic Blade: Armor Rend]

[Third Mystic Blade: Circle]

[Fourth Mystic Blade: Mirage Wolf]

[Fifth Mystic Blade: Wild Sakura]

[Sixth Mystic Blade: Venom Moth Edge]

[Seventh Mystic Blade: Lightning Flash]

[Final Mystic Blade: ———]

[Secret Sword Arts: Techniques from the world of Chivalry of a Failed Knight. Capable of pushing human potential to its absolute limit and beyond divinity]

"So I'm becoming a warrior now?"

Anos raised an eyebrow.

He enjoyed using swords But he had never truly studied swordsmanship, With these techniques, crude slashes were no longer his limit.

Not that he had been weak before.

Even without formal sword arts, with equal power levels—

He would win.

Because of Absolute Dichotomy.

He could instantly determine weaknesses.

He could perfectly predict.

Technique users relied on precision.

Against soone who saw through everything—

They were nearly helpless.

"Now then, Ddraig."

"Let's gather a body for your other companion."

After erasing all traces from the scene—

Anos returned ho beneath the deepening crimson sky.

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