: Like Me - No Need to Feel Inferior

Chapter 92: If you're three parts like me, there's no need to feel inferior.

"Dragon of Imagination" is not a zombie.

This is the former palace of Angorweid, the divine kingdom of the "Dragon of Imagination".

This mad ancient god, with thousands of years of emotions submerged in the ocean of the collective unconscious, gradually settled and transformed into a mark.

This brand, though lacking any extraordinary characteristics, is still terrifying enough.

If you're not of a high enough rank, you'll suffer a great loss when facing them.

The spiritual imprint of the "Dragon of Imagination" becomes part of the collective unconscious ocean, capable of influencing the surrounding beings in return.

To become part of their memories, even to make those memories a part of reality, the memories of the target itself.

The frenzied 'ancient god phantoms' in the sky seemed to be provoked and crashed directly down from above!

Xia Er remained silent, enveloped in a raging wind, his hands conjuring lightning, and with a single punch, he cleaved the heavens!

The immense force caused the island of the mind itself to tremble.

The 'Dragon of Imagination' shattered its gray scales, and golden blood flowed out, transforming into golden light that sprinkled onto the island of the mind below. All of this was the ancient god's memory and past madness.

A smile crept onto Xia'er's lips; this was the moment she had been waiting for, to open the other's "mental gate" in reverse.

It was as if in a dream that I saw the memories of this ancient god.

He seemed to have transformed into the "Dragon of Imagination," sitting cross-legged on a massive stone pillar, with enormous wings on his back and thick limbs.

It looks extremely powerful.

His pale golden vertical pupils looked outwards.

Outside the palace, the figures of giant dragons coiled on stone pillars.

Nightmare Dragons, Wise Dragons, those ancient dragons with the status of "divine beings".

These dragons seemed to sense the Dragon King's gaze; they rose from the stone pillars and bowed their heads toward the palace.

Hundreds of stone pillars stood as dragons, at least those of near-demigod rank, bowed their heads toward the palace, praying devoutly in their dragon language, as if calling out the palace's true name.

"Angelweid!"

"Angelweid!"

"Angelweid!"

These sounds were like anchors; the dragons weren't chanting any honorific names, but rather praying by chanting their true names.

Chael felt his spirit was affected, an ancient, primal, sacred will awakening within him.

Is this the consciousness of the original God's resurrection?

Or is it the madness infected by the dragon of fantasy?

He couldn't be completely sure.

But he knew that this was something every angel went through.

He did not lose himself in the prayers.

His "anchors" are numerous: his own existence in the Fifth Age, the world within the book, the faith in the Elf God (God of Calamity) established by Shatas, the Principality of Pas in the outside world, the remaining elves in the outside world, and the sea creatures protected in the Sunia Sea in the outside world.

These prayers for natural disasters and for the elves diluted some of the misconceptions about being the Dragon King.

"Shael" manipulated his limbs to stand up; this was not something he was interested in.

His interests lie elsewhere, and the Imaginary Dragon should have been very impressed by that as well.

As Chael stood up, the surrounding environment changed.

Ahead appeared a white priest dressed in a black clergy robe, with a silver cross hanging on his chest. His eyes were as bright as the sun, and a dark, decadent shadow lay beneath his feet. Within the shadow was a clock with a twelve-segment transparent dial, and lightning and gales surrounded him.

They walked step by step toward the dragon king who ruled the sky, as if to pronounce judgment on the crimes of this ancient god.

Chael felt an unprecedented anger, and even some fear. These emotions seemed to be his, yet not his, but they were undoubtedly those of the "Dragon of Imagination."

This time, he did not resist this emotion; the ancient god's powerful body instead made his blood boil.

They crave battle!

"You... are the challenger!"

Under the somewhat knowing gaze of that ancient sun god, the 'Dragon of Imagination' gradually transformed into human form.

He has pale golden vertical pupils, gray-white long hair like solidified mist, pale skin, and faint, illusory symbols flowing beneath his skin, bulging like veins as his emotions surge. He simply wears a long robe, and his huge dragon claws transform into two sharp spears, one long and one short.

The ancient sun god frowned slightly, sensing that something about this ancient god was different.

As for madness? That's just the norm for the Ancient Gods.

"Even the sun will fall."

"Shael" points his gun at the ancient sun god, feeling he still has a chance to win, and tries to use the power of his mind to call upon the negative personality sealed by "himself" to fight Grisha to the death!

Roar!

"Shael" let out a dragon's roar without being taught. His command to access the negative personality was rudely withdrawn by the "Dragon of Imagination," and the command failed.

His body wielded two long spears, as if using his own claws, as he charged towards the ancient sun god.

"The sun will always rise on a new day."

"A dragon cannot fly without its wings."

The ancient sun god gripped the cross in his hand, and a golden sun rose in his eyes. The storm around him began to control the sky and the sea, pointing directly to the shadows and desires in his heart, and time seemed to distort and erode.

"Shael" was repeatedly defeated by the numerical monsters, and tried more than once to summon the Chaos Sea and the Ancient Sun God to explode.

But it just couldn't do it, as if the body was acting strangely, not only not helping, but actually holding it back!

Even when I am besieged on all sides and have to suppress my negative personality with one hand, I cannot use my full strength.

"You'll still only be able to struggle like a wolf in my shadow!"

"Shael" probably tested the limits of "dream" and pounced on the ancient sun god, its body transforming into a huge, semi-transparent ancient bell, covering the ancient sun god.

Upon hearing the resolute voice of the "Dragon of Imagination," the ancient sun god felt a sudden sense of foreboding. He then struck the massive ancient bell with a storm-like hammer.

Thump—thump—thump 1

The deafening bells rang out amidst the storm, causing the ancient gods who wielded four powers to contort their expressions.

The ancient sun god's counterattack grew increasingly violent, and the enormous ancient bell was instantly covered in cracks.

chaos..

burst!

"God said, 'Let there be light!'"

The sky was torn apart, the earth was scarred, and the sun fell from the sky.

The dream world shattered instantly, as if the sun had dispelled the illusion.

Xia Er suddenly awoke from this memory that did not belong to her.

"Chael, on your body..."

Arodes's voice was uneasy; it sensed the presence of the earth beneath the elves, indirectly transmitted by the negative personality of the sealed ancient god.

"I'm fine."

Chael's mind was also strongly impacted in the dream.

Fortunately, it also managed to "eat up" some of the spiritual imprints of the ancient gods.

His consciousness regained control of his physical body, and a faint, chaotic light shone in his eyes.

With a swift movement, the broken stone pillar, covered in various sealing patterns, was used to block the bronze gate, obscuring the weak view emanating from within.