SFRW-Chapter 210

Ch. 210 Sword God From The Ruined World

The principle behind a Dragon’s breath can be simply explained in three stages: absorption, compression, and expulsion of surrounding magic.  

However, this requires a body sturdy enough to withstand absorbing ambient magic and proper magic channels.  

A robust heart capable of rapidly compressing absorbed magic and expelling it is also absolutely necessary.  

Though the explanation is simple, the actual process is incredibly complex and difficult beyond measure.  

In short—  

No lifeform other than dragons could properly execute a breath attack.  

Breath was a Dragon’s exclusive domain, their signature ability.  

Yet astonishingly, Metaneca’s breath was 98% identical to a true Dragon’s—so much so that calling it a dragon’s breath wouldn’t be an exaggeration.  

‘Definitely weaker than Ketriana’s breath though…’  

Dragons had existed in the ruined world too.  

Exactly one.  

And even that one, Ketriana, was so ancient she was called an elder dragon—more accurately, a decrepit old dragon waiting for death.  

When Barhaut’s monster hordes had invaded through the torn skies, Ketriana had burned her final flames hunting them.  

From afar, Seo Do-jun had indirectly experienced Ketriana’s breath at that time.  

Despite her age, the terrifying destructive power that literally melted swathes of monsters had been sheer shock and horror to Seo Do-jun then.  

Of course, that was when Seo Do-jun had barely earned his title as Sword Demon—by current standards, Ketriana’s breath wouldn’t seem so shocking.  

But even to Seo Do-jun, a proper dragon’s breath remained extremely threatening, requiring caution.  

Except—  

‘There’s no attribute.’  

Breath attacks had attributes.  

These varied completely depending on the dragon’s nature.  

Ketriana was a green dragon with potent venom—her breath melted everything with its intense toxicity.  

Metaneca’s breath, however, contained no attribute whatsoever.  

‘Just compressed magic expulsion.’  

Truly attribute-less.  

The 2% lacking from a true dragon’s breath.  

The problem?  

An attribute-less breath loses nearly half its potency.  

Zzzzt!  

‘But a breath’s still a breath, huh?’  

Seo Do-jun clicked his tongue at the breath’s monstrous destructive power shattering his sword barriers despite lacking attributes.  

Dragons were blessed beings capable of unleashing such devastating attacks effortlessly with just their innate physical abilities.  

How unfair!  

Vandeyan Family Swordsmanship

Fourth Form: Cergel Selado Duhart!  

-Sealing Power of the Unyielding Circle-  

Seo Do-jun layered multiple sword barriers as they continuously shattered.  

Yet no trace of impatience or anxiety showed on his face.  

Rather—  

‘H-how is he…?’  

Metaneca’s eyes filled with disbelief and growing agitation.  

Though his innate body allowed breath attacks without effort, clear limits existed.  

The amount of magic absorbable at once and expulsion capacity varied between dragons.  

As a forcibly dragonified Half-Dragon, Metaneca’s magic absorption and expulsion durations were inherently short.  

‘This breath won’t finish him, but he must be significantly drained.’  

He’d strike the fatal blow the moment the breath ended.  

Like anyone, the instant after overcoming great danger is when one unconsciously lowers their guard.  

Metaneca planned to exploit that fleeting moment to deliver a killing blow.  

As the final embers of breath faded, Metaneca’s massive draconic form plummeted toward Seo Do-jun at terrifying speed.  

His colossal body alone was calamitous—mere human flesh and brittle bones would be pulverized into bloody paste.  

[DIE—!]  

KWA-BOOOOM!  

The earth quaked as shockwaves leveled Kalao’s buildings like dominos.  

Metaneca was certain nothing could survive such impact—until…  

Vandeyan Family Swordsmanship  

First Form: Killida Milagro Rucl!  

—The Miracle Wrought by Dots—

The magic flow above made Metaneca jerk his head up in shock.  

[Wh-when?!]  

Blue star-like points materialized around him as Seo Do-jun’s sword traced arcs through the air.  

When the sword stilled—  

Thousands of blue points surged toward his massive form.  

Fizzle—CRACKLE!  

The electricity-charged points adhered to his body one by one.  

[GGRRAAAGH!]  

Seizing uncontrollably from the overwhelming current, Metaneca thrashed violently.  

As the last point vanished, Seo Do-jun immediately followed up.  

Vandeyan Family Swordsmanship  

Third Form: Spiral Frehido Catast!  

-The destructive spiral hidden within elegance- 

This time, dozens of azure strands spiraled around Metaneca’s body.  

His enormous size ensured not a single strand missed.  

Unlike the lightning, these strands—  

[GAAAAH!]  

—burned like flaming whips, the searing heat whiting out his mind.  

That draconic flesh could feel such pain was unbelievable.  

Lightning and scorching flames—  

Metaneca desperately tried ascending beyond reach, but—  

Vandeyan Family Swordsmanship  

Fifth Form: Torrential Flurio Stfluer!  

-The flooding of a whirlpooling river-

Seo Do-jun, knowing aerial combat would complicate things, anchored him earthbound.  

Layers of sword energy piled until—  

CRUNCH! CRACK! SNAP!  

—the cascading waves engulfed Metaneca ruthlessly.  

Indestructible scales scattered like shrapnel.  

Armor-like hide sheared away in chunks.  

Unbreakable bones snapped.  

[SKREEEEE!]  

For Metaneca, who assumed dragonhood would nullify such agony, this was horrific.  

His arrogant certainty that none could challenge him shattered painfully.  

Koroka watched speechlessly as the once-mighty Half-Dragon curled into a quivering ball.  

Pathetic.  

Seo Do-jun then methodically tore off one wing—no, carved it out cleanly.  

[GYAAAAAH!]  

As Metaneca shrieked, the other wing followed without hesitation.  

A wingless dragon was just an oversized lizard.  

A true dragon wouldn’t have fallen so easily—its breath alone would’ve differed tremendously.  

Nor would it have stupidly charged groundward.  

It would’ve bombarded with spells while strategically threatening with tail and claws.  

This half-breed was just… bigger.  

‘Against anyone else, he’d have been threatening.’  

Seo Do-jun tsked at the whimpering mass before decisively severing its ankles and stub-tailing it to prevent escape.  

“Open the dimensional passage to the thirty-seventh planet.”  

His icy glare promised no repetition.  

Metaneca finally reverted from his magic-draining draconic form—revealing torn wings and grievous wounds.  

“Kuh!”  

His severed ankles gave out as he tried rising.  

“Dimensional passage.”  

At Seo Do-jun’s final warning, Metaneca glared for five seconds before muttering incomprehensibly.  

A dimensional rift opened.  

Just as Metaneca glared defiantly—  

Swish! Slice!  

Seo Do-jun severed both arms.  

[WHY?! I OPENED IT!]  

The sword flashed again—  

Slice!  

—lopping off a leg at the knee.  

[WHY?! WHY?!]  

The remaining leg followed swiftly.  

Koroka spoke to the limbless wretch:  

“You won’t survive this.”  

[What?]  

“Those humans came from the very world you planned to invade. You think they’d spare you?”  

As Koroka chuckled darkly, Metaneca looked to Seo Do-jun for denial—only to see cold confirmation.  

“Right. Letting you live would be regrettable.”  

The descending blade—  

Thud.  

—sent a head rolling, its mouth slack with eternal disbelief.  

“Finally over,” Kusak remarked as the group gathered.  

Without Seo Do-jun, casualties would’ve been catastrophic.  

Even an imperfect dragon was fearsome—likely unbeatable by the rest combined.  

“Are you hurt anywhere?”  

While Hyun Joo-yeon and Gloria fretfully inspected Seo Do-jun, Kusak noticed Veronica’s unusual stillness.  

“Why so quiet?”  

She licked her lips predatorily.  

“Worrying is for children. Real women show concern… differently.”  

“Wait.”  

Seo Do-jun approached Metaneca’s corpse—still emitting strange magic pulses.  

A red pouch at its chest pulsed intensely.  

Inside—  

A massive crimson gem radiating extraordinary magic.  

“What is this…?”  

“N-no way!” Kusak gasped.  

“You know this?”  

“If I’m right… That thing in your hand is…”  

He swallowed hard.  

“Without doubt—a Dragon Heart.”  

“A DRAGON HEART?!”