Chapter 595 - 1

REAWAKENING: PRIMORDIAL DRAGON WITH LIMITLESS MANAC42: You should be sorry

Chapter 42: You should be sorry

"It's really saddening," said the blond Count seated across from Rinne.

To her left sat two people—a boy and a girl.

She was currently in Hades's old home. A place he once lived, but no longer called his own.

Why was she here? She had a purpose. A clear goal in her mind.

Rinne gave a small nod. "Yes, it is. But considering the things he did... I believe Cedric received the punishment he deserved." Her honest words made Count Trevon shift uncomfortably in his seat.

"I'm surprised Hades hasn't been punished by the royal court yet," said the young man beside the Count. His name, Rinne recalled, was Dowen.

Same blond hair. Narrow, lazy eyes. A cheeky smile that made Rinne want to slap it off his face.

But she held back—for the sake of her purpose.

"Perhaps the King sees things in a way others cannot?" she suggested calmly.

"His son was killed," said the youngest in the room. "Even a man grows attached to a pet if he raises it from birth. Surely the King must've been angry at losing his own child."

Her name... right, Gabriella.

Rinne glanced at the Count and offered a faint smile. "Yes, compassion. Feeling love and sympathy for one's child is only natural."

Trevon quickly averted his eyes. He understood what she meant.

Rinne felt nothing but cold hatred toward the man sitting in front of her.

This was the same man who had tormented Hades throughout his childhood—constantly reminding him he didn't belong to the family, beating him down with words and pain.

And yet, Hades had endured it all. He had remained the perfect son, always fulfilling his role and doing even more than what was asked of him.

But when Hades was falsely accused of a crime he hadn't committed... Trevon had been the first to sever all ties.

As if he had been waiting for that moment.

"Please have some tea," said the lady of the house softly, just as a few maids entered the room with trays of tea and confections.

Rinne's lips lifted into a genuine smile as her eyes settled on the green-haired woman who stood gracefully with a warm expression.

Rising from her seat, Rinne approached the lady. "Lady Quintessa... Hades has spoken a lot about you."

She gently held the woman's hands, eyes kind and sincere.

Quintessa blinked in surprise, then nodded. "He mentioned you in his letters. Thank you... for staying by his side."

As she spoke, her gaze briefly flickered to her husband—whose displeasure was clear from his twisted expression.

Rinne took the hint. She didn't make things harder for the woman and returned quietly to her seat.

The conversation around the table picked back up.

And while all eyes remained on the Saintess, Lady Quintessa discreetly tucked away the parchment that Rinne had slipped into her hand during their brief exchange.

She was extremely eager to read the letter, since she knew whatever it was written, it was related to her son.

.....

Thalia lay on her bed, pencil in hand, quietly sketching. The drawing slowly took shape—a tree with long, elegant branches, each one adorned with glowing golden orbs.

It was her favorite way to pass time... or maybe just a way to cope. A hobby, sure—but more than that, it was her escape. A moment of silence where the world couldn't reach her.

Right now, she needed that escape more than ever.

The situation at home weighed heavily on her. It was heartbreaking... and far too much for someone her age to carry.

Every time she looked at her mother, she felt something inside her crumble—just a little more than before.

Since the day her brother left this world, Thalia had tried to stay strong. She wanted—no, needed—to be the one who could offer even a sliver of comfort to their broken mother.

But at the end of the day... she was just a girl, holding together the shattered pieces of a family that had already fallen apart.

"Haah... why am I even thinking about this—mmfh?!" She gasped, eyes widening in shock as a hand suddenly covered her mouth and gently pressed her down onto the bed before she could react.

"It's me," a voice whispered in her ear—low and familiar.

Thalia froze.

Only after a moment did her tensed body begin to relax.

Hades whispered again, "I'm going to remove my hand now... just please don't scream."

He was prepared for anything—a slap, a punch, maybe even a blade.

And honestly, she had every right to do all of that.

Because despite calling her his sister, he hadn't been there when she needed him most.

When the world had crumbled, when grief had swallowed their home—he was gone.

Slowly, Hades withdrew his hand from her mouth.

She didn't speak.

Didn't scream.

Instead, in one swift movement, Thalia sat up—and then launched herself at him.

"Oh—ah." He caught her just in time, stumbling slightly as her arms wrapped tightly around him.

She buried her face into his shoulder, and for the first time in what felt like forever... she allowed herself to breathe.

She allowed herself to cry.

"Where were you... so late... You're so late..." she sobbed into his chest, her voice trembling with a mix of grief and frustration. Her tears weren't just sorrow—they were heavy with all the anger she'd been holding back.

Hades held her close, his arms wrapping around her protectively as her body shook.

Seeing her like this—so vulnerable, so broken—tore at his heart.

Gently, he began to pat her back, his voice soft with regret. "I'm sorry, Thalia... I wasn't brave enough to face you."

She suddenly pulled away, her eyes red and wet, a fierce light burning behind them.

"And why is that? Because you blame yourself for what happened?" she demanded, her voice cracking, raw.

Hades opened his mouth, wanting to deny it... but he couldn't. Not this time.

So he gave a small, solemn nod.

Thalia's expression twisted, equal parts pain and fury. "You're an even bigger fool than Graham."

Her words struck deep.

"How could you ever blame yourself?" she cried. "My brother died protecting you. Do you think this—" she gestured to his haunted eyes, his heavy silence, "—is what he wanted? For you to carry that weight and crush yourself under it every single day? Is that what he gave his life for?"

Hades was rendered speechless.

She had lost her brother—the light of her life. The one person who had always been there for her. And yet... she wasn't blaming him. Not even a flicker of hatred lingered in those tear-filled eyes.

Only sorrow. And something far deeper—forgiveness.

His shoulders slumped, as though the weight of her kindness crushed what little strength he had left. "I... I'm sorry," he murmured.

"You should be," she whispered, voice trembling. "For coming to me so late."

Then, without another word, she hugged him again. Tighter than before.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, a stillness washed over her—a quiet peace she didn't know she'd been yearning for.

In that fragile embrace, it felt as if Graham was holding her one last time... through him.

Just once more.

For the last time.

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REAWAKENING: PRIMORDIAL DRAGON WITH LIMITLESS MANAC43: Strange occurence

Chapter 43: Strange occurence

"How did it go?" Hades asked quietly, standing before Graham's grave.

Rinne stood beside him, her hand gently clasped in his.

"They didn't suspect anything," she replied, her voice calm but edged with lingering irritation. "And I barely stopped myself from slapping your brother."

Hades let out a faint breath of frustration. "Did he do something?"

His grip on her hand tightened, almost instinctively.

Rinne shrugged, her expression unimpressed. "Tried to flirt. Typical, really. But he backed off quickly after getting warned by his sister."

Hades sighed. "Figures."

A brief silence passed between them, the air heavy but calm, as they both stared at the gravestone in front of them.

Then Rinne broke the silence.

"How did it go with Thalia?"

Hades exhaled deeply. "Better than I ever imagined," he said, a soft smile pulling at his lips. "She was angry... but she didn't push me away."

Rinne's lips curved as well. "Didn't I tell you? It would go well."

Hades nodded slowly. "She's... strong. Stronger than I could ever be. I saw how close she was to her brother. And yet... she never once blamed me. She told me Graham died protecting the second person she cares about the most."

At those words, Rinne leaned her head on his shoulder, her voice tender. "True. I can't be more thankful to Graham either."

Hades took a deep breath, eyes fixed on the gravestone. His chest stirred with a flood of emotions—grief, guilt, gratitude, love.

He stepped a little closer, voice low but steady.

"See you on the other side, brother... Wait for me."

....

Not long after, they decided to have dinner at a nearby inn.

They were likely staying the night here, since Rinne had instructed Lady Quintessa—through the letter slipped into her hand—to meet Hades at the graveyard around midnight.

It was a risky move.

If Count Trevon discovered that his wife had secretly met with the disowned son of the family, things could become extremely difficult for her.

Although the Count deeply loved his wife, his hatred for Hades burned even deeper. That was why Hades didn't want his mother to take any unnecessary risks—not for his sake.

To avoid drawing attention, Hades wore a hood that concealed most of his face and hair.

After all, nearly everyone in this town recognized him—especially those who had lived here for years.

Before becoming an adventurer at the age of fourteen, Hades had cycled through several odd jobs.

He'd worked as a porter, a server, a cleaner, a collector, and even a garbage picker.

His family never offered him a single coin. Not once. He had been fending for himself since he was six.

But his quick learning made him stand out even at a young age. It wasn't long before he was polishing shoes in the marketplace—earning whatever he could to survive.

So yes, unless he wanted to be recognized—and risk word reaching Count Trevon—Hades had to remain hidden.

He kept his hood low as they settled into a quiet corner of the inn.

"Yes, that's it. Thank you," Rinne said, placing their order before sitting back.

Her gaze drifted around the inn. Familiar woodwork, warm lighting, the quiet clatter of dishes—it brought a subtle ache to her chest.

This... brings back memories.

She exhaled softly, her eyes soon finding Hades.

He was staring at the table, brows slightly furrowed, clearly lost in thought.

"Hmm? Something on your mind?" she asked gently.

Hades leaned back in his chair, rubbing his fingers together before answering, "Back in the cave... when I was fighting that dragon, something strange happened."

Rinne's heart tensed at the mention. She didn't want him dwelling on that day. But avoiding it wouldn't help either.

So she asked, "What did you see?"

Hades took a slow, deep breath.

"As I told you... I was already at my limit. That Duke-rank's breath—just the pressure alone—it was overwhelming. I wasn't ready for flames of that level."

Rinne's hand instinctively reached for his. She squeezed it lightly.

But Hades gave a small shake of his head. "I'm not belittling myself. I knew I wasn't strong enough yet. I accepted that."

His voice dropped lower.

"It's just... what happened next completely shocked me."

Rinne remained silent, brows slightly raised in curiosity.

Hades leaned forward, voice low. "Suddenly... the dragon stopped. Not because it was tired. But because it was scared."

Rinne's eyes widened. "Scared? Of what?" she asked, confused. No one else had been in the cave. It was just Hades.

He had even asked the voice inside him—the one that had awakened something strange in him—if it had anything to do with it. But the reply had been a simple, emotionless "No."

"...It's strange," Rinne admitted after a moment, her voice soft, "but thanks to whatever it was, you made it out alive."

A small smile tugged at her lips—one of quiet relief.

Hades nodded slowly. "Indeed."

Not long after, the waitress arrived, balancing a large tray of food.

She laid out the spread before them—meat roasted in thick sauce, warm bread, a bowl of savory soup, lightly sautéed vegetables, two mugs of ale, and a generous slice of apple pie for dessert.

"You ordered a lot," Hades said, blinking at the feast. "But... well, I might just finish everything."

He chuckled, rubbing his hands before tearing a piece of bread, dipping it into the meat sauce, and taking a hearty bite.

"Mmm..." he hummed, a nostalgic smile creeping in. "This brings back so many memories."

Rinne agreed inwardly as she also chewed on the fried vegetables.

The atmosphere around them was peaceful.

Never-ending conversation, delicious food, and the comfort of home.

Truly, Hades would miss all of this.

....

After finishing dinner, they decided to check into the inn and rest for a while.

There was still some time left before midnight, and rather than aimlessly wandering around, they chose to take shelter and wait it out in peace.

Hades stood near the reception, leaning against the wall as Rinne handled the room booking.

While waiting, he whispered inwardly to the system,

'I don't feel drunk at all...'

{Your endurance stat nullifies all forms of poison and curse effects.}

Hades let out a sigh.

Right... As he grew stronger, even human pleasures would begin to slip away from him.

He leaned back, letting his eyes fall shut for a moment.

But then—his body tensed.

The voice inside him stirred, urgent and cold.

[There is a dragon in the vicinity.]

A chill rushed down his spine. His eyes snapped open as he scanned the area around him.

Nothing. No commotion. No screams. No signs of chaos in the town.

'Where?'

[I felt its presence... but it vanished instantly.]

Hades clenched his jaw, his thoughts racing.

Was someone watching me? Or just passing by?

Whatever it was, he couldn't afford to take chances.

He would remain vigilant—until the very moment he left this town.

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REAWAKENING: PRIMORDIAL DRAGON WITH LIMITLESS MANAC44: Past(1)

Chapter 44: Past(1)

It wasn't easy for Quintessa to leave the house like this—especially at such an hour.

Thankfully, her husband had fallen asleep early tonight. Still, she remained beside him for nearly an hour, just to be certain he wouldn't wake up, before finally slipping out of bed.

Before leaving, she whispered instructions to a loyal servant: if her husband wakes up and asks, tell him she had gone to check on the neighbor, who was nearing her time of labor.

Quintessa doubted he would go check on her friend himself... but even if he did, her friend would handle it.

Why was she taking such a risk?

Because she had to see him.

Her child.

Hades.

He had sent her a letter saying he was leaving on a long journey and might not be able to see her again.

Her heart ached at the thought.

Even if he hadn't written those words, she would've still gone to see him—but after reading them, she could barely contain herself. Waiting this long had already taken every ounce of restraint she had.

Now, she moved quickly through the misty streets, a shawl draped over her head to conceal her face. The air was cold, and the path to the graveyard felt longer than usual.

"Eyyy~ that ass looks hella fine."

She flinched at the crude voice behind her.

It was clearly meant for her.

Quintessa didn't look back. She simply walked faster, hoping to shake him off in the fog.

But the man wasn't letting up. "Come on now\~ don't be in such a rush, beautiful. The night is still young. Why not spend some time with me\~?"

His footsteps grew louder with each word, and Quintessa could feel him getting closer.

She clenched her jaw. The last thing she wanted was a scene.

"Hey, now~"

Her heart skipped a beat as the man suddenly appeared in front of her, swaying slightly, his face flushed red.

Drunk. But no ordinary drunk.

Quintessa recognized him as one of the adventurers. No one moved that quickly unless they were trained.

His eyes wandered toward her chest, and a lewd grin spread across his face. He reached out, "If you won't answer, I'll just help myse—hmm?"

His wrist was stopped mid-air.

A hand gripped his arm tightly.

Another person had stepped in, holding the man back.

Quintessa's eyes widened.

It was Hades.

"Now then, gentleman," Hades said with a calm, deadly tone. "Mind if I break a bone?"

The man blinked in confusion. "What do you—ahhhmf!"

His sentence ended in a muffled groan as Hades twisted his wrist into an ugly angle. Before he could cry out, a piece of cloth was shoved into his mouth—

DHAK!

A sharp punch to the face, and the man collapsed, unconscious.

Hades shook his head with a sigh before turning toward the woman before him. "Are you alright—ah."

He couldn't finish.

Quintessa had already thrown herself into his arms.

He caught her gently, securing her trembling frame as she clung to him. Her quiet whimpers reached his ears, muffled against his shoulder, each one laced with relief and fear.

"Hades... my son..." she whispered, her voice thick with heart-wrenching emotion.

Hades gently patted her back. "As you can see, I'm fine, Mother. But if you keep crying like this... I might start regretting calling you out here."

Quintessa slowly pulled away, her tear-filled eyes locking onto his. "You come back this late and expect me not to cry? I didn't raise such an unfair child."

Hades let out a helpless smile. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "Go ahead—cry as much as you want. I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere."

It took some time, but the lady finally calmed down.

They decided to find somewhere quieter, away from the noise and wandering drunkards.

Eventually, they reached an old church, far from the inns and eateries. Behind it stood a tree with a weathered bench beneath its branches. They sat there, surrounded by silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves in the night breeze.

Quintessa couldn't take her eyes off her son.

In just a few months, he had changed. He seemed more mature now—calmer, composed. Even though he had been cut off from the family, he clearly took care of himself... and he still came all this way just to see her.

"I can't even explain how I'm feeling right now," she sighed. "When I heard your father disowned you... it broke my heart. We had a terrible fight. For the first time... I truly regretted marrying that man."

Trevon had always been a good husband.

They were lovers before marriage, and from the day he proposed to this very night—after so many years—his love for her had never faded. He was loyal, sincere... and had always put her first.

But the one thing she could never accept was his hatred toward Hades.

"It's not his fault," Hades spoke gently. "I'm not his child. So... it's only natural he wouldn't see me as his own flesh and blood."

Quintessa glanced at her son, then quietly asked, "Did you ever wonder... why Trevon was always so hard on you?"

Hades blinked, caught off guard by the question, but he didn't interrupt.

"Why did he treat you so coldly?" she continued. "He was kind to strangers—gentle, even. But to the boy he raised since childhood... he never spoke a single kind word." She tilted her head slightly, her gaze soft but searching. "Have you ever asked yourself why?"

Hades leaned back against the wall, arms folded across his chest. After a pause, he answered, "I did... but I was afraid to ask. I didn't want to learn something ugly about myself."

Quintessa reached out and gently cupped his cheek, turning his face toward her.

"There is nothing ugly about you," she whispered. "You are my bright, beautiful child."

Hades smiled, the warmth of her touch melting the years of cold silence he'd buried inside. He leaned into her palm, eyes closing as he rested his cheek against it.

Her warmth... It was soothing.

Oh, how deeply he had missed this.

A brief silence settled between them, the kind that weighed heavily despite the calm night around them.

Then, in a soft but steady voice, Quintessa spoke.

"I believe it's time, Hades... for you to know a part of yourself that you've forgotten."

Her words hung in the air, still and fragile.

Inside, her heart trembled. A thousand voices in her mind begged her to stop, to leave the past untouched—for just one night, to hold onto peace.

But she couldn't.

He deserved to know the truth.

Even if it soured these precious moments... even if it carved a wound into the heart of their reunion...

She had to tell him.

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REAWAKENING: PRIMORDIAL DRAGON WITH LIMITLESS MANAC45: Past(2)

Chapter 45: Past(2)

Eighteen years ago, Quintessa and Trevon had just arrived in town. Her husband had recently been granted the noble rank of Count, and they were still basking in the warmth of their new life together.

Newly married, the two often went on dates—not grand or elaborate, just strolls through the marketplace, trying out random street food, laughing at small things. Simple moments, but precious all the same. It was the time spent together that mattered.

One such evening, as the sun dipped below the rooftops, casting the sky in hues of orange and gold, Quintessa tugged on Trevon's arm.

"Can we visit the church today?" she asked.

He raised an eyebrow. "The church? It's quite far from here."

Still, seeing the spark in her eyes, he gave in with a soft smile. And so, they walked.

Quintessa talked most of the way. Trevon mostly listened, chiming in here and there with short replies. But she didn't mind. She never did. His quiet presence was enough for her, and even the long walk didn't feel tiring.

But fate had plans for them that night.

Just as they reached the church's grand wooden doors, someone burst out from within—bloodied, panicked, stumbling.

It was the head priest.

Alarmed, the couple rushed to his side. Trevon steadied him, while Quintessa asked, "What happened?"

The priest, pale and trembling, answered, "Yesterday... someone left a child at the doorstep."

"A child?" Quintessa echoed, confused.

The priest's eyes flicked toward the back of the church. "Come with me," he said, voice tight.

They followed him, and what they saw would remain carved in their memories forever.

The grassy clearing behind the church was soaked in blood. The bodies of several cattle lay scattered—half-eaten, grotesquely torn apart. The stench of death clung to the air.

And at the center of it all, lay a baby. Covered in blood and gore. Sleeping peacefully, as if none of it had happened.

Quintessa gasped, covering her mouth. Trevon froze, his eyes wide in disbelief.

"He's a demon..." the priest whispered, his voice filled with more fear than faith.

It was shocking to hear those words from someone whose duty was to show compassion to all beings. But the priest had reason to be wary.

"When I tried to stop him," he said, lifting his arm, "he tore this from me."

A deep, jagged wound ran across his forearm—flesh torn away in a savage bite. Blood still oozed from beneath the bandages. Quintessa, the only one with medical knowledge nearby, quickly treated him.

At the time, most of the other priests had left to visit their hometowns. Only three people knew of the child's existence: the priest, Trevon, and Quintessa.

A child, barely a few weeks old, who had devoured six cattle and radiated a dark, choking miasma. His skin bore a faint red hue, and just being near him made others instinctively step back.

The priest looked to the Count, his expression grim.

"The decision is yours, my lord. Whatever you choose... will be the child's fate."

Trevon stood in silence for a moment. Then, his eyes narrowed with resolve.

He had already made up his mind.

This creature—whatever it was—would grow into something far more dangerous.

He had to kill the child.

Trevon had decided to do the deed in the graveyard.

But fate, once again, had other plans.

Just as they left the church with the child in his arms, the town was suddenly thrown into chaos. An infamous group of assailants launched a full-scale attack—targeting none other than the newly appointed Count.

Trevon had rejected their offer for cooperation weeks ago. And now, they were here for blood.

He knew instantly—he couldn't let Quintessa be caught in this.

They had surrounded the town, cutting off every path of retreat. If he was going to fight, she needed to hide.

He turned to her with urgency in his eyes, pressing the child into her arms.

"You have to do it, Quin," he said firmly. "You're brave. I know you can."

They had trained under the same swordmaster. He trusted her strength, her resolve. Even if the child held demonic powers, he believed she could do what needed to be done.

That was the first time she held the baby in her arms.

He was warm.

She still remembered that moment—his tiny face close to hers, the soft breath that tickled her skin, the faint movements of his closed eyes as he slept peacefully. As if unaware of the chaos he had caused.

Following Trevon's instructions, Quintessa hid in the church's underground storage room—concealed behind overgrown bushes and old stone walls. It had enough supplies to last a few weeks. Enough time to let the chaos outside pass.

And time enough to do what she was told.

She was supposed to kill him there.

To end the life of a creature that had already taken so much without even understanding what life was.

Anyone would have agreed with Trevon. The child needed to disappear before he became something worse.

But...

"You didn't kill me," Hades said softly, looking at his mother.

Quintessa's eyes dropped to the ground, her voice low and heavy.

"I tried... On the second day, when you started stirring in your sleep—I tried to pick up the knife."

She paused, drawing a long breath as old memories crashed back in.

"But just as I raised my hand, I felt something."

Her fingers trembled as she remembered. "Your tiny fingers had wrapped around mine. So small... but they were gripping me. As if begging me... not to do it. To give you a chance."

She looked up at him then, eyes red with years of unspoken guilt.

"How could I pick up the knife after that?" she whispered.

"How could I have killed you?"

Hades's throat felt tight as he stepped closer and wrapped an arm around his mother.

Quintessa leaned her head against his chest—and then, finally, the tears came. Quiet, broken sobs that she had held back for far too long.

And as she wept, Hades understood.

He understood why the Count had always looked at him with cold eyes. It wasn't because Hades wasn't his real son.

It was because Trevon had known the truth.

That Hades wasn't human.

He was a demon—something that should have never been allowed to live.

Yet, Trevon didn't strike him down. He let that monstrous child grow under his roof, beside his own wife.

Not out of kindness. But out of love—for Quintessa.

Rather than resentment, Hades felt something else stir in his chest.

Gratitude.

The man could have ended his life back then. And had every reason to do so.

Instead, he chose restraint.

And his mother... there was no word big enough to describe what she had done.

She had seen the child drenched in miasma and blood. She had known what he was. And yet... she chose to save him.

Because of that decision, he was here.

Alive. Breathing. Hugging the woman who once cradled a blade over his heart.

In a voice no louder than a breath, Hades whispered,

"I will never forget what you did for me, Mother... Thank you. Thank you for giving me a chance."

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A/N:- I made a few changes in this Chapter...to not make it too dark. Well, thanks for reading.

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REAWAKENING: PRIMORDIAL DRAGON WITH LIMITLESS MANAC46: Caught

Chapter 46: Caught

"So you knew I wasn't human?" Hades asked as they resumed walking down the quiet path.

He was now escorting his mother back home. It had already been over an hour, and he decided it was time to return.

Quintessa glanced at him with a knowing look. "That expression tells me... you've figured it out yourself, haven't you?"

He gave a small nod, then quietly said, "I've recently discovered my other side, Mother. I... I'm actually a Dragon."

She was the first person he'd told.

Why?

Because he trusted her—completely and blindly.

Quintessa's eyes widened—but not out of fear or shock. No, her surprise came from something else entirely.

"Someone who hated dragons so passionately..." she murmured, trailing off.

She didn't finish the sentence, but Hades understood. He had always detested dragons. To think he would actually turn out to be one....

A faint, dry smile touched his lips. "My fate is awfully twisted, Mother."

She sensed the heaviness behind his words—the quiet sorrow that came with self-discovery. Her lips thinned, and she gently placed her hand on his shoulder.

"It doesn't matter what your race is," she said firmly. "You will always be my child, Hades. If the burden ever gets too heavy to carry... come to me. Vent, scream, cry—whatever you need. I'll be here."

His heart softened. He offered her a warm smile.

"I will, Mother."

He knew he would miss her terribly. In this world, there were only two women he had ever truly trusted: his childhood friend... and his mother.

And now, perhaps he could add Rinne to that list as well.

Just then, Quintessa's tone shifted—lighter, playful. "Ah yes. That girl, Hades—the one who visited our house. Are you dating her?"

Her brows arched up and down teasingly, a sly grin tugging at her lips.

Hades chuckled. "No, Mother. She's just a good friend. Someone who stood by me when the whole school turned against me."

He paused for a second before continuing, "Only she... and the Headmaster believed I wasn't the one to blame."

Quintessa smiled softly. "Wish I could thank her someday."

"Ah... well, she wanted to come along," Hades said, "but then she suddenly changed her mind."

He had a feeling Rinne chose not to intrude—giving mother and son the time they needed.

Quintessa let out a quiet sigh. "I don't know exactly what kind of relationship you two have right now," she said, gently taking his hand, "but one thing's certain, son..."

Her voice firmed as she looked into his eyes.

"She cares about you, Hades. Deeply. The kind of girl who can't stand hearing a single bad word about you. Passionate. Devoted. Just the kind of daughter-in-law I'd love to have."

Then, leaning in with a playful whisper, she added,

"Don't let her go, okay?"

Hades chuckled, his smile laced with warmth, but he didn't say anything.

A brief moment of silence was followed by a request, "Mother...can you keep this by your side all the time?" He said as he offered a pendant to her.

"It looks pretty...but why all the time?"

Hades revealed, "It's an artifact Rinne made. If you crush the gem on the pendent, I will know you are in danger. So, please, keep it by your side all the time."

She briefly nodded, a warm smile on her face.

Her little Hades has all grown up now. Wanting to protect his mother. How cute.

Not long after, they arrived near the mansion.

But their steps slowed as their eyes landed on a familiar figure waiting by the gate.

A man with blonde hair, dressed sharply, his gaze hard and fixed on them.

Trevon.

He was staring at Hades—and the red-haired boy didn't look away either.

Without a word, Trevon took a step forward.

"Hades, I—"

"It's okay, Mom," Hades said, gently cutting in. He stepped forward, his mother trailing behind him, her fingers holding onto the hem of his shirt.

Quintessa's expression had stiffened with unease.

It wasn't just because she had snuck out of the house in the middle of the night. She had gone to meet the very person her husband resented. There was no way this would end without tension.

Now, the two men stood face to face.

Trevon's eyes narrowed. His tone was cold and direct.

"I don't like you meeting my wife."

Hades remained calm, shrugging lightly.

"She's my mother."

"She didn't give birth to you," Trevon snapped. "She only fostered you."

Hades tilted his head. "Are relationships only valid when they share blood?"

Trevon's glare sharpened. "I want you to stop seeing her. This is my last warning."

Quintessa opened her mouth to speak, but Trevon silenced her with a glance and a cutting tone.

"I'm already angry with you. Please... don't make it worse."

And just like that, she fell quiet—fingers trembling against her son's shirt.

Hades took another step forward, his voice calm but unwavering. "We both want her to be safe. While I trust your skills... I'll still come to check on her from time to time."

Trevon scoffed, folding his arms. "And what will you do if something happens? Can you protect her from the kind of threat that I can't handle?"

Hades lowered his gaze, a faint smile touching his lips. "You know I can."

Trevon's face stiffened. His sharp eyes flicked toward his wife, seeking confirmation of what he was thinking. And he received a nod.

A sigh escaped the man's lips.

Without another word, he stepped forward and gripped Quintessa's wrist.

"Don't show your face here again," Trevon said coldly, his eyes like iron. "If you do—I won't make the same mistake twice."

With that, he turned, walking away while gently tugging his wife along.

Yet even as she was being led away, Quintessa looked back over her shoulder. Her lips lifted into a soft smile, and she gave her son a small wave.

Hades smiled back—warm, content, and somehow lighter.

He stood there for a while after they left, letting the silence wash over him.

So much had happened. So many truths had come to light. And his perception of someone he thought he'd understood completely... had quietly, irreversibly changed.

A breath slipped from his lips as he gazed up at the night sky.

"Haah~... The weight on my shoulders... it feels lighter now."

Not so long after, he decided to return to the inn where he found Rinne still awake and waiting for him.

"How did it go?" She asked with her brows raised.

Hades smiled, "Better than I expected. Now, I can leave this place without regrets."

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REAWAKENING: PRIMORDIAL DRAGON WITH LIMITLESS MANAC47: Last Perfect

Chapter 47: Last Perfect

"Where exactly in the East are we going?" Rinne asked, her voice low as they rode side by side along the narrow forest trail.

Towering trees loomed on either side, their branches brushing faintly against each other in the morning breeze. Shadows danced along the path, though the sun was high.

This wasn't a regular road—it was a shortcut. One used mostly by soldiers and seasoned traders. Which meant it was dangerous.

They were prepared, of course. Both had packed for trouble.

Trouble? The forest surrounding them was home to creatures ranked up to Level T—T for Town. In other words, dangerous enough to wipe out an entire settlement if left unchecked.

So yes, they had to stay alert. And quiet.

Hades had insisted on traveling by daylight. Visibility was humanity's edge—and he intended to use it. Besides, riding for just ten hours a day gave the horses enough rest to avoid exhaustion.

"There's a town," Hades finally answered. "It's called Bavech."

Rinne stiffened. A chill slid down her back. "B-Bavech? That's... that's a dangerous place, isn't it?"

Bavech sat right at the edge of the human realm.

The very tip—where civilization ended and the unknown began.

Once, it had been known as the safest place in the East.

Now?

Now it was a death zone, a place few dared to enter.

Yet it still held significance—for one reason.

The Sage.

The same Sage who, decades ago, had forged the pact with the Dragon Rulers. A contract powerful enough to keep the most destructive creatures in existence from turning the human lands to ash.

The only reason dragons hadn't laid waste to the realms whenever their whims shifted... was that pact.

So why was it no longer considered safe?

Because the Sage was old now. Fading.

And a pact loses its power when one of its contractees disappears.

So yes, Rinne's apprehension was not only reasonable—it was wise.

"Rinne... sooner or later, we'll have to face the truth—the pact will disappear," Hades said calmly, his grip on the reins light but steady. "Bavech or not, every human city will eventually fall under threat."

Rinne nudged her horse forward until they were riding side by side. "Do you have something in mind? Are you... planning to meet the Sage?"

Hades let out a quiet chuckle. "No one meets the Sage, Rinne. Every ruler of the human realm has tried knocking on her door. And you know what happened to the ones who tried to force their way in."

Rinne nodded slowly. She had heard the stories.

Her grandmother, who had lived for over four hundred years, had once spoken of it—how even the most powerful men had returned broken... or never returned at all. Tangling with the Sage, she'd warned, was like trying to catch a falling star with bare hands.

Disastrous.

But Rinne had no intention of stopping Hades. If he had chosen Bavech, then he surely had a reason.

She trusted him. Always had.

"Just keep this in mind, Rinne," Hades said, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. "Whatever happens there... I'll keep you safe."

She felt it—the warmth blooming in her chest. A familiar flutter that came only from him.

Her heart skipped, her breath caught, and her cheeks warmed despite the forest breeze.

Because when Hades said he'd protect her...

She believed him.

Every word.

....

Human nations were scattered across all four directions.

Two of them clung close to the borders—one in the north and the other in the east.

The west and south, however, were hemmed in by vast, untamed oceans.

The city from where they had departed stood in the eastern part of the human realm.

To reach Bavech, it would take seven days at their current pace.

Thankfully, due to the relatively small land area of human territories, long-distance travel rarely became exhausting.

In fact, one could reach the southernmost tip of the realm from its northernmost point in just fifteen days.

But Hades knew the next few days would be particularly silent.

No towns. No settlements.

Only the occasional merchant caravan might appear along the road.

Until then, the forest would be their home.

A small sigh escaped his lips as he watched Rinne swat at her arm—another mosquito bite.

She was busy chopping vegetables for dinner, and soon, she'd be curling up in a stiff, uncomfortable sleeping bag.

He exhaled slowly, his voice barely a whisper.

"...I'm sorry for taking this route. I should've thought this through a bit more."

Rinne blinked, surprised by his tone.

Then it clicked—he was concerned for her and their living conditions.

"Don't be, Hades," she said gently. "This is nothing compared to the training I went through under my grandma."

That caught his attention.

"You've mentioned her a lot," he noted, folding his arms across his knees, his gaze soft. "You two must've been really close."

There was no hesitation in his question. Not anymore.

Days of traveling side by side had slowly worn down the wall between them.

Rinne smiled faintly, continuing her task as she spoke.

"She... is my everything. I owe her everything I am. She was both the best mother I could ask for and the strictest teacher I could ever endure. She put up with my whining, my failures... and still believed in me. She made me who I am."

Hades's lips curled into a warm smile.

"It's a rare fortune to have someone like that in your life."

Rinne nodded, her voice softening.

"I know, right?" She exhaled deeply, the memory sinking into her chest. "There were so many times I wanted to give up. Times when I thought this world was too cruel, too heavy. And every single time I snapped or broke down... she didn't coddle me. She just smacked me right back into place and pushed me to face it again."

Hades chuckled too, the image oddly easy to imagine.

"You know..." he mused, "I didn't think Lady Perfect could actually be scared of anything."

Rinne turned her head sharply. "Lady Perfect?"

Hades flinched. "I-I didn't mean it like that—I mean, it's what people say, kind of a nickname?"

She blinked again, skeptical. "Never heard it."

Then, squinting playfully, she asked, "So you think I'm Lady Perfect?"

He extended his hand in mock surrender, tone teasing but honest.

"I mean... you're strong, you're pretty, you cook well, your hair's always neat. Is there anything you can't do?"

"I can't seduce you," she replied with a half-laugh, half-sigh, putting on a deliberately fake sad face. "I'm a complete failure in that department."

Hades smiled wryly. "Well... you were really close—"

"Huh?! When?!" Rinne suddenly stood up and marched toward him, her face lit with curiosity. "What was I wearing that day? How did I smell? Was it the dress? Was it that time we faked having sex? Tell me, Hades!"

He only chuckled, his silence infuriatingly smug.

And just like that, Rinne had a new mystery to unravel.

One she would absolutely not be letting go of—especially not while curled up in that uncomfortable sleeping bag.

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REAWAKENING: PRIMORDIAL DRAGON WITH LIMITLESS MANAC48: Huge fan

Chapter 48: Huge fan

They arrived earlier than expected.

Bavech was a sparsely populated town, and the reason was clear.

Once, it thrived under the protection of the Sage—an emblem of humanity's strength. But now that she had grown old and withdrawn, Bavech had become a dangerous place to live. After all, it bordered the chaos.

"So if I pass through this town, I'll reach the draconic lair?" Rinne asked as they approached the outskirts.

"Yes," Hades replied, then added with a firm tone, "But I suggest you hold back your fantasies—for your own safety, Rinne."

Beyond the border, countless threats roamed freely. Only those weak enough to escape radar detection dared to slip into the human realm. Anything stronger was noticed... and dealt with.

Except for that one time.

The Duke-ranked being Hades had encountered—that dragon—was a rare exception. Somehow, it crossed over without raising any alarms. Perhaps it had been injured... perhaps that's why it slipped through unnoticed.

Soon, they entered the town.

There was no gate. No guards. No security whatsoever.

Bavech was a ghost town, its houses scattered far apart like forgotten memories.

The cobblestone paths were cracked—not from battle, but from age. Bushes were dry, grass had turned yellow, and the sky loomed heavy with a dim, grey hue. The wind whistled between the buildings, eerie and cold.

Not a soul was in sight.

It felt like walking into the aftermath of a war.

Hades narrowed his eyes. Something didn't sit right with him.

In a town where everything was aged and decaying, there was one thing that didn't belong.

Carriages.

Several of them.

Lined along the path, polished and well-kept. Their presence was too out of place to ignore.

"Hey, wait." Hades raised a hand, signaling Rinne to halt.

She gently tugged on the reins, and both came to a stop.

"What is—ah." Rinne's eyes followed his gaze, quickly understanding the cause of his concern.

They dismounted their horses and approached the carriages, moving casually, though with quiet caution. They weren't trying to spy—but they didn't want to get caught either.

"That's the insignia of Aurelith," Hades muttered.

Aurelith. The closest nation to Bavech.

"What are they doing here?" Rinne frowned. These soldiers clearly weren't locals—they were visitors. Important ones.

Hades pointed toward a house just across the plaza. "I'd guess... it's for her."

Rinne followed his gesture and narrowed her eyes. Several soldiers stood guard before a tall, worn building that resembled a clock tower.

"That's where the Great Sage lives?" she asked, though her voice betrayed she already knew the answer.

The only figure in Bavech worthy of such attention was the Sage herself.

"But why now?" Rinne asked, stepping back behind the cover of a nearby house. "I don't think they make regular visits here."

Hades took a moment to think, then spoke with mild uncertainty, "Maybe it has to do with the Pact. I heard the rulers of all the major nations are preparing for a summit. If that's true, they might want her guidance... or at least her blessing."

He had heard whispers about it from Cedric and Graham a few weeks ago.

Graham, in particular, had seemed excited—not for the politics, but for the festival that would follow. He wasn't the kind who enjoyed bustling streets or flashy events. But this time, it was different.

It was for Thalia.

She had been ill for so long, barely stepping outside. This summit and the celebration surrounding it... it gave her a reason to go out, to smile again. A chance to relive a sliver of her childhood.

"Hades?"

"Ah—yeah?" He blinked, realizing he'd drifted into thought again. He gave his head a small shake and said, "We need to—"

"You okay?" Rinne placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

He paused for a moment, then gave her a small nod. "Yeah, I'm fine." Clearing his throat, he added, "How about we take a look around? Try to figure out what's really going on?"

Rinne studied his face for a second, worried. But she didn't press. If he wanted to talk, he would.

Instead, she focused on the plan. "Aren't we supposed to stay hidden? The King could still be looking for us."

Hades chuckled softly. "Not the King of Aurelith. And my face isn't exactly famous, Rinne. I think we'll be fine."

Then, pulling the dagger from his waist, he offered it to her. "If anything goes wrong, I want you to cast a barrier and pull me out. Don't wait."

He was stronger now, no doubt—but those soldiers were on a completely different tier. Fighting would be reckless. Escape was the smarter move.

Rinne stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him. "Be safe," she whispered.

Hades nodded, then stepped out of the shadows and into the uncertain light ahead.

The soldiers noticed him not long after he stepped out.

A few of them immediately went on alert... well, most of them did.

Still, Hades didn't stop. He kept walking, calm and composed, until one of them called out.

"What are you trying to do, boy?" asked a man who looked to be in his forties. He had a thick brown mustache and rested his thumbs in his belt as he stepped forward.

Hades offered a polite smile. "Hi, um... I'm actually a student—visiting historical places and meeting living legends. I recently tried reaching a man named Chris Travens. And well, I eventually ended up here."

The soldier's expression shifted at the name. A smile spread across his face. "You visited Aurelith?"

Hades nodded, returning the smile. "Oh, yes, I did. I really wanted to see the man who helped bring down a Duke-ranked creature with his comrades. Honestly, I was inspired—his courage, their teamwork... it was incredible."

The soldier chuckled, clearly pleased. "Well, looks like you're in luck today, boy. I served in the battalion under Sir Chris."

Hades widened his eyes in amazement. "No way... am I really standing in front of one of the famed dragon slayers who saved us from certain doom?"

The man laughed heartily. "Well, I didn't do much, but yes—guilty as charged."

"This is unreal," Hades said, eyes gleaming. "I get to meet two legends in the same place."

The soldier's smile turned wry. "Well, I doubt you'll be meeting the other one today."

Hades blinked. "You haven't been able to get in contact with her yet?" he asked carefully—he didn't need to name her. It was clear who he meant.

The Sage.

The only living legend on the planet that truly needed no introduction.

The man heaved a sigh, "Truly a stubborn hag. Hasn't been responding to our calls or knocks. We just needed to get her on board to-"

"*Ahem* Commander..." someone coughed from the left and soon the soldiers stopped talking.

Hades didn't insist and looked at the door before him.

Beyond this was the person who might be the answer to humanity's future.

He raised his hand and touched the door.

And in that moment, unbeknownst to any of those who were standing before that door, something stirred inside.

Those eyes which have been closed for months, moved.

Something ancient was awakened.

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REAWAKENING: PRIMORDIAL DRAGON WITH LIMITLESS MANAC49: Elder-rank

Chapter 49: Elder-rank

*Cough* *Cough*

Hades hadn't expected this.

Even if the Sage was past his prime, Hades never imagined the enemy would strike Bavech so boldly.

But he was wrong. They attacked—and not subtly, but with overwhelming force.

'Why now?' He didn't know.

But what he did know was this: they were in serious trouble.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice rough, barely above a whisper, as he reached for Rinne's hand.

The explosion had gone off in the building next to theirs. Yet, it had completely obliterated the shelter they were resting in.

The roof was gone. And through the gaping hole above, the night sky was a storm of wings and flame.

Dragons—dozens of them—soared overhead, unleashing chaos upon the town.

"I-I'm... agh," Rinne gasped, trying to stand—but the moment she shifted her weight, pain twisted her face.

A slab of concrete had struck her ankle. The bruising looked bad.

Without hesitation, she extended her hand and summoned healing magic. A soft light enveloped her foot.

"We need to evacuate," Hades said, his tone firm. He could sense their danger.

He wasn't going to fight a dozen Elder-ranked dragons head-on. They simply couldn't win.

Their only option was retreat.

As Rinne finished healing herself and rose to her feet, she gave a small nod. "I'm good now. Let's move."

They clasped hands and jumped down through the hole blasted in the wall, landing safely in the alley below.

The stables were already burning. Their horses—gone. Running was their only option.

"We head for the forest," Hades said, scanning the sky. "We'll lose them in the trees."

But just as they turned—

"Uh-oh..." Rinne muttered.

From the sky, a massive Elder-ranked dragon descended. Its wings beat slowly, deliberately, as it landed before them with a ground-shaking *thud*.

It wasn't a coincidence. This one came for them.

Hades narrowed his eyes. "Rinne... I need your support."

He released her hand.

She nodded without hesitation and summoned her staff. Driving it into the ground, she activated a glowing magic circle beneath them.

A warm current surged through Hades. His muscles tightened. His senses sharpened.

He didn't need to check his stats—he could feel the boost.

Before them, a black dragon stepped forward, snarling, its obsidian scales shimmering under the moonlight.

"Alright then..." Hades rolled his shoulders, fire flashing in his eyes. "Here I come!"

His figure vanished in a blur—appearing right before the dragon, his fist already cocked back.

The creature's pupils shrank as it twisted and slammed its tail toward him.

"Shi—khuk!"

Hades barely reacted in time. He caught the tail—but the force of it launched him like a missile through the air.

He smashed into a nearby house, splinters flying as he crashed through the wall and dropped to one knee, gasping.

"Hades!" Rinne shouted, her voice trembling as she threw up a barrier in front of him.

*CLANG!*

The dragon's jaws slammed against the glowing shield—just inches from Hades' face.

He winced, shook his head, and stared into the mouth of death, panting.

Then, with a snarl of defiance, he launched himself upward, hands clenched together overhead.

The dragon craned its neck, preparing to snap him mid-air.

But just as Hades was about to land into its jaws, his trajectory shifted—unnaturally, impossibly fast.

Featherless Flight.

His body curved mid-air, swerving around the creature's maw.

**DOOOOOM!**

His strike landed square on the dragon's neck with a brutal impact. The beast shrieked, stumbling backward.

"Featherless flight... nice skill," Hades muttered, already on the move again.

He leapt forward and slammed a follow-up punch into the creature's lower jaw.

**CRACK!**

The dragon reeled, its body lurching from the blow.

With a snarl, it flared its wings and launched a gust of wind powerful enough to throw rubble through the air like blades. Hades leapt back, shielding his face as debris grazed his arms.

Above them, two dragons circled—the largest among them descending, wings spread wide, eyes fixed on its prey.

"Rinne, barrier!" Hades barked.

Without hesitation, she raised her staff and slammed its base against the ground. A shimmering dome spread around them just in time.

BOOOOM!

The dragon's breath attack slammed into the barrier like a tidal wave of fire.

Rinne grit her teeth, sweat beading down her brow. Her hands trembled from the strain of holding it together.

"It's... pushing too hard!" she hissed, her knees buckling. The heat bled through the dome, singeing the air.

"Just a little more—" Hades grunted.

As soon as the flames died down, he rushed out of the barrier and met the charging dragon head-on.

He ducked beneath its swipe and drove a punch into its gut. A crack echoed, but the beast retaliated with a brutal tail swing.

CRASH!

Hades was flung across the street, smashing through a half-collapsed wall. Dust and shattered wood burst around him.

"Hades!" Rinne cried.

She dropped the barrier and ran toward him, limping slightly. Her hands glowed pale green as she knelt by his side.

"Don't move—"

"I'm fine," Hades growled through clenched teeth, though blood dripped from his lip and his side was turning purple fast.

The air around Hades twisted.

Heat shimmered in waves as he stepped forward, his glare locked onto the Elder-ranked dragon. His aura surged. Hair swayed. Power boiled beneath his skin.

Above him, two solitary-ranked dragons beat their wings. Their jaws parted wide—

and a hellish volley of flames rained down.

"No!" Hades shouted, halting her chant mid-word.

He wanted this.

As the fire swallowed him, his body glowed red-hot. Skin cracked. Heat rolled off him like a storm. The flames didn't burn him—he devoured them. Wordlessly, without a single cry, he took it all in. His skill activated, and the inferno was drawn into him.

The dragons ran out of breath—but they had already lost.

What remained was not the man they attacked, but a walking inferno.

Each step Hades took cracked the ground beneath him. Concrete split and hissed under his molten feet. His eyes glowed like twin suns, locked on the Elder-ranked.

The beast growled and reared back. Its chest puffed. Flames churned inside its throat.

Hades shot forward.

He became a streak of red lightning, tearing across the battlefield.

But Rinne's heart dropped.

"He won't make it," she whispered.

The Elder was about to release its breath—but then it froze.

Those eyes...

The dragon saw them—eyes that didn't belong to prey or man.

They belonged to something older.

Something far above it.

A king.

Terror rooted the Elder where it stood.

That single, fatal pause—

**BOOOOM**

Hades' flaming fist rammed straight into the dragon's throat.

For a second, nothing.

Then—

a small hole punched through.

A heartbeat later, the back of the dragon exploded open.

Flames howled out, the very same ones the dragon had breathed at him now torn through its own body.

Its corpse hit the ground, smoking, hollow, and broken.

Hades stood there, steam rising from his body, eyes still glowing.

But the battle was far from over.

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REAWAKENING: PRIMORDIAL DRAGON WITH LIMITLESS MANAC50: We meet again

Chapter 50: We meet again

The entire battlefield was soaked in chaos.

The soldiers who had come to escort the Sage to the summit were now locked in a deadly struggle against high-ranking dragons. Blood painted the ground, and flames danced across the horizon.

Elder-rank dragons typically required four to five elite warriors just to survive against. If not for Hades's newfound abilities—awakened through his draconic side—and the progress he had made thanks to the system, there was no way he could've slain one with only Rinne at his side.

Everywhere he looked, the world was burning.

And the tides of war were clearly favoring the dragons.

If he didn't act soon, it wouldn't be long before he and Rinne were the only ones left... hunted and cornered.

They were crouched under a slab of collapsed stone pressed against a ruined wall, using the hollow beneath it to catch their breath. It wasn't ideal, but for now, it shielded them.

They had already taken down two solitary-ranked dragons after the Elder-ranked one, but the cost had been steep.

While Hades could still return to the fight, Rinne was running on fumes.

She had sustained injuries in the battle, and her mana had been nearly drained protecting the soldiers they had come across during their retreat. She hadn't hesitated—but now, it showed.

"Rinne..." Hades turned to her, voice low but urgent. "I know it's a lot to ask, but can you cast an invisibility barrier around us? I think now's our best chance to escape."

Half of the dragons had already been slain. The skies weren't swarming with Elder-ranked threats anymore, and the solitary-ranked wouldn't be able to pierce through Rinne's barrier.

She nodded slowly, her breathing heavy. "I can... but after that, I won't be of much use."

Hades gave a firm nod, reassuring. "That's fine. Once we're inside the forest, I'll get you to safety."

If he ran at full speed, he could reach the nearest town within a few hours. And deep inside the forest, even sky-dwelling monsters would struggle to track them.

They had to take this chance.

"Are you ready?" Hades asked, offering her his hand.

Rinne took a few more shallow breaths before placing her hand in his.

The moment she did, they emerged from their hiding place—and vanished.

Rinne, even in her weakened state, managed to weave a flawless invisibility barrier, hiding them entirely from the battlefield's eyes.

But inside, the Saintess felt a sting of disappointment.

Her true mana capacity was far beyond what she had just used. She knew it. And yet, she couldn't bring herself to unleash her full power.

Not around Hades.

Not yet.

Because deep down, she feared what might happen if he ever discovered the truth—what she truly was, and what she truly carried.

So, for now... she kept it buried.

And did whatever she could.

They moved swiftly through the shattered outskirts of town, the forest line just a breath away.

Freedom was so close.

But then—

"Agh!"

Rinne stumbled with a sharp cry. The shimmering veil around them shattered like glass, the invisibility barrier collapsing in an instant.

She dropped to her knees, clutching her side, and her vision blurred into darkness.

"Rinne!" Hades turned sharply, reaching for her—but then he felt it too.

A pressure. A presence.

One that didn't belong here.

His gut twisted, a deep, primal fear rising from within. His legs weakened, knees threatening to buckle.

And then he looked up.

"...!!"

His eyes widened in shock.

Descending through the air, wings outstretched in a display of raw majesty and menace, was a flame-breathing dragon.

Not just any dragon.

That dragon.

The very same Duke-ranked monster he had encountered during the quest—the one that had forced him to confront the brutal difference between humans and dragons.

The one that took his friend from him.

Its wings beat with thunderous force, shaking the earth beneath. It descended slowly, almost lazily—as if confident there was no longer any need to rush.

And just before its claws could touch the ground, its body began to shift.

Bones cracked. Flesh tore and reformed.

Scales receded into skin as the dragon began to morph.

What stood before Hades now was no beast—but a man. Or at least, something close.

Seven feet tall. Muscles coiled like steel beneath pale, gleaming skin. Long black hair flowed down his back, and from his head sprouted jagged, horn-like ridges. His eyes burned red like live coals, and his smile revealed long, cruel canines.

A long tail flicked behind him, slashing the air with eerie grace.

And his aura—it pressed down on the world like a mountain of fire. Suffocating. Ancient. Unrelenting.

Hades instinctively staggered back.

He had grown stronger.

But this... this wasn't someone he was ready to face.

Not yet.

"Such a small world," the dragon-man spoke, his deep voice rumbling like a distant avalanche. The smile curling his lips was anything but friendly—sharp, knowing, and cruel. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. And look at this—what a coincidence... finding you here."

Hades tensed, his fists clenching as he tried to keep a straight face. He couldn't show fear. Not again.

"Why the sudden curiosity in me?" he asked, his voice steady but edged with caution.

The dragon let out a low, amused chuckle. "You really need to ask me that?" His gaze darkened, the amusement in his voice curdling into something more dangerous. "Shouldn't it be obvious?"

He took a step forward, and with a flicker of heat behind his eyes, murmured,

"I saw something in you that day... something terrifying. And that's the only reason you're still alive."

Before Hades could even blink, the space between them vanished.

A flash of movement. A blur of heat and strength.

And then—his feet were off the ground.

The dragon had him by the throat.

"Ghh—!"

Hades gritted his teeth, struggling against the iron grip crushing his windpipe. His legs kicked in the air, hands clawing at the monster's arm, but it was like trying to move a mountain.

"Had—akh!"

Rinne cried out, attempting to raise a barrier with trembling hands. But just as the spell circle began to form, a violent wave of pressure exploded from the dragon's body.

It struck her chest like a battering ram.

Her chant shattered. Her body flew back through the air, slamming into the cold stone pavement with a sickening thud.

"Rinne!"

Hades tried to scream, but the crushing grip silenced his voice. His vision began to blur at the edges, rage and fear mixing in his chest.

And still, the dragon smiled.

Bringing Hades's face closer to his, the dragon asked, "Tell me honestly...have you been marked by a dragon?"

Hades gritted his teeth before muttering, "Go to hell!"

The dragon smirked, "It would be fun...breaking your ego, human. And once I am done with you, I will reach that being protecting you before executing them."

The taste of fear was bitter.

And the dragon was going to overwrite that memory with something more sweet.

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REAWAKENING: PRIMORDIAL DRAGON WITH LIMITLESS MANAC51: Core

Chapter 51: Core

"Please wait a moment."

A calm voice echoed from the shadows as a white-haired woman stepped forward, blocking the path of a maid dressed in a crisp black uniform.

The maid's eyes narrowed, a low growl escaping her throat. "Sage Artimus... I take this interruption as a breach of our contract."

The woman before her—Artimus, the same sage who hadn't emerged from her chamber in years—lowered her head slightly, her tone even. "I assure you, I have no intention of putting Hades's life at risk. But you must understand... this confrontation is necessary."

It was the first time in a long while that Artimus had shown herself. Until now, she had remained hidden, watching from the dark, allowing Hades to grow on his own—waiting for the moment he would discover the truth buried within him.

She wanted him to accept his other side.

And there could be no better time than now, when both his and his companion's lives hung in the balance.

The maid's gaze sharpened. "You realize what you're proposing could place our lives in danger?"

Artimus gave a slow, solemn nod. "I do. But you know as well as I do—this is a trial he must face. His identity won't stay hidden forever. Sooner or later, the world will learn the truth. Better to prepare him now, before that future arrives."

The maid's expression darkened as her eyes shifted to the red-haired boy lying nearby, barely clinging to consciousness—each breath shallow, each twitch of pain a silent scream.

Every fiber of her being screamed to end it—to rip the dragon's head clean off its body.

But... Artimus was right.

This was the moment. The turning point.

Arms folding tightly across her chest, the maid finally said, "Fine. But if I see him come anywhere near death, I'm stepping in. No matter what you say."

Artimus let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "Thank you... for understanding."

....

Holding a sword which he found lying on the ground nearby, Hades faced the being who normally shouldn't have appeared in human lands.

Rinne was in a critical condition. Most of the soldiers were butchered. There was no backup and there was no running away as well.

'He's far above me...' Hades thought, tightening his grip. 'But I can't afford to back down now.'

The dragon moved first. A blur. Hades barely raised his sword in time to block the first blow.

CLANG!

The impact shook his arms. It felt like he had tried to block a falling mountain.

He was pushed back, feet skidding across the dirt.

He grounded his feet, breathing sharply.

The dragon walked calmly toward him. "That's it? One blow and you're already shaking."

Hades didn't reply. Instead, he slashed at the dragon's legs—not to hit, but to force a reaction.

The dragon leapt back, but Hades stepped forward, pushing in with a series of quick, precise thrusts. Each aimed for vital points—neck, wrist, ribs.

None connected.

Clang!

The dragon deflected one thrust with a flick of his wrist, then delivered a palm strike to Hades's chest.

Hades flew back like a broken arrow, coughing blood as he rolled on the dirt.

'He's too fast... no, not just fast—he's reading me.'

He forced himself up, spitting blood. His sword trembled slightly in his grip.

"You've got a strong will," the dragon said, tilting his head. "But that alone won't keep you alive."

He vanished.

Hades twisted to the side. An instinctive reaction.

Whoosh!

A punch grazed past his cheek, but even a graze was enough—it tore his skin open. Blood ran down his face.

The dragon didn't stop. He pressed forward, throwing a low kick.

Hades jumped—but midair, the dragon's elbow struck his ribs.

CRACK.

Pain exploded in his side as he hit the ground hard, barely keeping hold of his sword.

His vision blurred.

The dragon waited.

"Get up," he said coldly.

Hades forced himself to his knees. His ribs screamed with every breath. But he stood.

The sword tip dragged against the ground. His hands were trembling, legs weak.

But he stood.

"Good," the dragon muttered.

They clashed again.

Hades struck first, aiming high, then low. A feint, then a real cut. The dragon dodged them all. But Hades wasn't trying to land hits. He was testing his opponent's rhythm.

On the fourth swing, Hades twisted his foot and struck from an odd angle—an awkward, almost clumsy move.

It scraped across the dragon's side.

No wound, but contact.

The dragon's eyes narrowed slightly.

Hades saw it—a reaction.

That was his opening.

He charged again.

But the dragon was already on him. A fist crashed into Hades's stomach.

THUD.

He coughed and staggered, but used the momentum to spin around and swing his sword in a wide arc.

The dragon caught it—with his bare hand.

The blade stopped, unable to move an inch.

"You're stubborn," the dragon said. "But you're still only human."

Then, with a quick motion, he slammed his knee into Hades's chest and held his shirt before Hades could have flew through the air.

The dragon ran his hand through his long hair, "I am bored now, so let's try again."

With a low growl, he asked, "Who is your mate?"

Hades weakly smiled before his lips moved. No voice came out but the dragon was able to read those words.

'YOUR MOTHER'

His eyes widened in fury, "You little shit!" Reeling his fist, he delivered a punch right into his face before Hades struck the ground, a small crater forming around him.

He was bloodied and bruised. Barely breathing and barely in the condition to think.

Lights were fading from his eyes and Hades knew he wouldn't be able to survive like this.

'I wish I could have saved Rinne...'

Hades saw through his blurry eyes. The dragon was approaching him slowly.

He knew this was the end.

But he wasn't ready to accept it.

He had so many things to achieve.

He has to reunite with his real family.

He has to create a peaceful world as he promised to his friend.

He needed to marry Thalia into a good family.

So many things...so, how can he possibly die here?

[A portion of the core has surfaced, host.]

The Duke-rank suddenly paused as he felt an ominous sensation from the boy.

'What...the hell?'

{Ding!}

{Quest: Your identity as an ancient dragon must remain hidden. In order to maintain your secrecy you must kill the target named Vermion.}

{Time: 30 minutes.}

Hades weakly grinned, "This is what they call plot armour?"

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REAWAKENING: PRIMORDIAL DRAGON WITH LIMITLESS MANAC52: Primal

Chapter 52: Primal

There are certain morals—unspoken rules—that a knight follows in battle.

They may not be true chivalry, but they're instincts passed down through tradition. Rules that humans, no matter how desperate, often wouldn't dare break.

But dragons... are a different breed.

Unlike humans, who are mostly born into sheltered lives, dragons must rely on themselves from the moment they hatch. Survival is not taught to them—it's known. It's something burned into their very blood.

That's why even a newborn dragon is feared by humankind. Because it knows how to hunt. How to survive.

And above all—how to devour.

Hunger.

That deep, constant craving runs through the veins of all draconic creatures. A hunger for flesh. A hunger for power. A hunger to dominate everything around them.

And right now...

Hades felt it too.

His skin had turned red, heat radiating off him like a furnace. His pupils narrowed into sharp slits. Fangs peeked through his parted lips, and thick saliva dripped down like a starving beast ready to feast.

He crouched low to the ground—eyes locked on his target.

He didn't move randomly. He moved with purpose.

Because this time, Hades wasn't trying to survive the battle.

He was going to hunt.

"You— Are you a fucking dragon?!" the Duke-ranked dragon spat, eyes wide in disbelief.

Hades didn't answer.

But there was a sound.

The sound of his body moving—too fast for normal eye to follow.

**BOOOM!**

The duke-ranked took a step back.

Dust exploded where he stood a second ago.

The ground where the dragon had been cracked open as Hades's kick landed—fast, sharp, and full of force. So much faster than before. So much stronger.

Vermion, the Duke-ranked dragon, had already stepped back, but his expression had changed.

His casual calm was gone. In its place—caution.

This was no longer the same Hades from before.

CRACK!

Vermion barely blocked the next blow. Hades's foot slammed into his forearm, sending a jolt through his bones. Before he could breathe, a fist came flying—he ducked, just in time.

Hades moved like an animal. No wasted movement. No hesitation.

He wasn't fighting like a human anymore.

He roared and lunged again, swinging his clawed hand like a blade.

SWISH!

Vermion leaned back, the claws grazing his cheek. Blood ran down, but he didn't flinch. He grabbed Hades by the arm and slammed him into the ground.

BOOM!

The earth cracked. Dust flew. But Hades twisted mid-fall and kicked Vermion in the chest—hard enough to push him back a few steps.

Hades rolled to his feet, eyes wild, chest rising and falling like a beast in heat.

Vermion spat to the side. "Tch. So it's true. You are part dragon."

Hades didn't answer. He rushed forward again.

CLANG!

Their fists met mid-air, the impact shaking the air around them.

Hades followed up with a headbutt. It landed. Blood burst from Vermion's nose. But in the same breath—

CRACK!

Vermion's knee slammed into Hades's ribs. He gasped and stumbled, but didn't fall.

The next punch came at him like a hammer. Hades blocked it—but it still sent him flying.

He hit the ground hard, rolling, dirt and blood mixing on his skin.

But he got up. Again.

Vermion growled. "You're pissing me off."

He dashed forward. A blur.

Hades blocked the first hit. The second. The third broke through—an uppercut that sent blood flying from his mouth.

Still, Hades spun low and slashed his nails across Vermion's thigh.

A shallow cut—but it bled.

Vermion hissed.

They clashed again. Fists. Elbows. Kicks. Every hit echoed with raw power.

Hades took the worst of it—his lip split, shoulder dislocated, thigh torn open.

But he kept hitting back.

A jab to the gut.

A bite to the arm.

Even when Vermion threw him down and stomped his back, Hades pushed off the ground, howling like a wild beast.

Vermion suddenly leapt into the air and spun mid-flight.

But before his heel could come crashing down, Hades was already gone.

**DOOOOM!**

**CRACK!**

A deep crack split the ground beneath them as the Duke-ranked dragon landed with force, growling through gritted teeth.

He hadn't fully healed. His body still ached. He couldn't fight at full power.

Not yet.

But still—he was Vermion. A Duke-ranked dragon. That should've been enough.

Against a half-dragon who could barely control his power?

No. Not in seven hells.

But Hades didn't care for logic.

He saw his chance—and he took it.

With a wild grin smeared across his bloodied face, he charged.

Vermion narrowed his eyes, scoffing. He stepped forward—and before Hades could even jump, he reached out and snatched him by the throat.

His grip tightened, lifting Hades off the ground.

He smirked, "In the end, you're nothing but a weak abomination—fu—!"

He choked mid-sentence.

His eyes burned.

Hades had spat blood straight into them.

But it wasn't just blood.

It sizzled.

Like magma.

Vermion roared, his grip loosening as the burning blood crawled into his eye sockets.

He staggered back, clutching his face.

That was all the opening Hades needed.

Without a second of hesitation, he grabbed Vermion's wrist—

—and bit.

Hard.

With a feral growl, he tore through flesh, muscle, and bone like a beast starved for days.

*CRACK!*

Vermion screamed.

His entire hand—ripped clean off by Hades's jaws.

Blood gushed out.

Hades didn't spit it out.

He drank it.

Like it was wine.

Vermion couldn't see but he could feel where the human was

He punched where Hades stood, but little did he expect his punch to be blocked and his hand to be held.

"Fuck-no!!" He cried as Hades suddenly pressed his foot on Vermion's chest and pulled his arm with an unimaginable force.

**CREAK**

His arm began to rip.

Vermion gritted his teeth and suddenly,

"Hellblaze!" A magic circle formed around the duo.

Hades didn't even know what was going to happen to him. He was still busy with his hunt.

Just when the flames were about to fall, Hades's vision shifted.

He found himself meters apart from his prey.

A low guttural growl escaped his throat when suddenly, he heard a voice,

"You did well, young master. Now please, take some rest."

Before he could have reacted, something hit his neck and soon his vision blurred.

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REAWAKENING: PRIMORDIAL DRAGON WITH LIMITLESS MANAC53: I am your Luna

Chapter 53: I am your Luna

"Mm..." Hades groaned.

His consciousness was slowly returning.

His entire body ached—every muscle felt like it had been torn apart. The pain was sharp, deep, and unrelenting. Yet, the only reason he didn't scream was because of a strange warmth flowing through him.

It wasn't healing him, but it was soothing—keeping his mind clear and the pain manageable.

He forced his eyes open and was met with an unfamiliar ceiling.

Just turning his neck made him groan again, but he managed it—because he needed to see her.

"R-Rinne..." he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Her eyes—red, tired—snapped to him. She looked like she hadn't slept in hours.

Her lips parted in disbelief. "Hades... how are you feeling now?" she asked, wiping her eyes.

A faint smile curved his lips. "Barely breathing," he muttered, then looked around.

"Where are we? What happened?"

His memories were blurred. The last thing he could recall clearly was being in a frenzy. He wasn't himself.

He hadn't been fighting for survival or freedom.

He had been hunting—for blood. He wanted domination. He remembered chasing the Duke-ranked, not with fear or desperation... but with hunger.

He had craved to crush him.

And somehow, even in that state, he'd managed to injure that powerful being.

The system said a portion of my core had surfaced...

Does that mean... that's how I'll become once it's fully awakened?

[No, boy. You will learn to control it over time.]

[What you experienced was only a glimpse—unfiltered, raw, and without preparation. That's why you lost yourself.]

The familiar inner voice echoed calmly inside him.

Not long after, Rinne spoke softly, "When I woke up... I was already here. You were on the bed, unconscious. You were bleeding, but someone had clearly healed you. That's probably why you weren't in any immediate danger."

Hades frowned.

A faint memory surfaced—someone had pushed him away during the battle. Someone had tried to drag him out of the fight, away from that Duke-ranked dragon.

Someone protected me...? But who...?

And then there was that dragon. His eyes weren't just furious—he was insulted.

He had muttered something... something about his mate.

There had been genuine irritation in his gaze, as if his pride had been bruised—shaken by the presence of someone stronger than himself.

Was that the one who saved me?

The thought stirred unease and curiosity alike.

'You know anything?' Hades asked inwardly.

But the voice within him was silent.

No answers.

He let out a quiet sigh and slowly reached out, his arm trembling from the effort, and took Rinne's hand in his.

"You can rest now, Rinne," he whispered, managing a soft smile. "I'll be fine. I just need a few hours of sleep."

His body still hurt—badly. Every muscle throbbed with pain, but only when he moved.

As long as he stayed still, the warmth from earlier kept the agony at bay.

Rinne bit her lower lip, her fingers gently closing around his.

"How can I rest when you look like this?" she murmured.

Hades didn't need a mirror to understand what she meant. He felt it. He was bruised, battered, and broken.

He wasn't even close to the level needed to face a Duke-ranked opponent.

Even several Elder-ranked dragons could defeat him with ease. And a Duke-ranked... they were said to be the equivalent of fifty Elders in raw power.

So yes... his survival—was nothing short of a miracle.

"Rinne... what happened... neither of us could've prepared for that. The dragon came straight for us—there was no way it would've let us go without a fight. We were powerless in that moment—"

"Not really," Rinne cut in, her voice low and heavy. Her head was bowed, and a gloomy shadow hung over her expression. "Maybe one of us wasn't being honest. Maybe one of us was so desperate to keep a secret... she put the life of the one person she cared for most at risk."

For a second, Hades thought she had uncovered his secret—that he was a dragon.

But no. The weight in her voice told him this was about her.

He gently reached over and squeezed her hand. "Rinne...what do you mean?"

He couldn't help her unless he knew what was tearing her apart.

She looked like she was carrying the burden of betrayal. As if she had wronged him in a way she couldn't undo.

There was a long silence before Rinne finally whispered, "I love you... and that will never change. No matter what. Remember that."

Hades gave a slow nod, surprised—but he said nothing, letting her continue.

Rinne took a deep breath and leaned back in her seat. Their hands stayed linked, warm and firm.

"When I woke up... I was surrounded by darkness," she said softly. "Crushing, cold, suffocating darkness. I was terrified. I called out your name, again and again... because I knew if anyone would come for me, it would be you."

A faint, heartbroken smile crossed her lips.

"But I guess... my coffin was buried too deep for my voice to reach you."

Hades frowned.

He had thought she was talking about something recent—something from their last battle.

But... coffin?

Rinne continued, her voice trembling, "I was alone... crying... begging anyone out there to save me. I didn't want to die. There were so many things I still wanted to do. I wanted to stay with you... to always be by your side. You gave me a path... a purpose. You were the first person I ever called mine."

Hades drew in a sharp breath and cut in, his voice cracking, "R-Rinne... please tell me... y-you're not..."

But the words caught in his throat.

He couldn't bring himself to say it.

Even the faintest possibility that she—the one he lost—was standing in front of him now, gave him a kind of hope he hadn't felt in years. But that very hope frightened him too.

What if it's not her? What if it's just coincidence?

What if fate is playing a cruel trick again?

So many nights he had drowned in regret.

Even now, whenever he saw a dragon, something inside him would twist and burn with rage. He couldn't forget the way she had screamed—her voice still echoed in his ears, echoing from the edge of death.

He could still feel her warmth... fading in his arms. That memory alone had been enough to break him, over and over again.

Hades was waiting for her.

Silently. Impatiently.

For Rinne to say something. Anything.

He was both scared and somehow hopeful.

What was he expecting though?

He himself buried her dead body.

He had bid farewell to her.

That was no illusion.

Yet...

"It's me, Hades...I-I am your Luna."

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