Chapter 565: A Dragonâs EGG
âDo gods truly exist in this world?â Max asked, his voice low, almost reverent, as he gazed at the softly glowing black egg nestled in the shimmering energy field.
The question wasnât asked casuallyâit was born from the awe that had taken root in him ever since he could think, ever since awakening his class.
The colossal black dragon stirred slightly, its enormous wings tucked neatly against its body as its ancient eyes stared into Maxâs very soul. âThey do,â the dragon replied calmly, its voice a thunderous whisper of eternity. âBut not now. Not anymore.â
The dragonâs gaze drifted toward the egg, and for a moment, a flicker of something like sorrow passed through those timeless eyes. âThis egg is a remnant. A sleeping heir. It was conceived from a direct descendant of the true dragonsâmy ancestorâduring the Primordial Era. That was a time when gods walked openly in the Divine Realm, when the laws of heaven werenât studiedâthey were written by their hands. But something happened. A calamity, a reckoning, a shift so vast even our kind could not escape it.â
His voice deepened, almost mournful. âThat event shattered the foundation of that divine age, and the egg, which was meant to awaken under the light of true gods, could no longer grow. It was trapped between the echoes of a dead age and the silence of this one. It could not remain in the Divine Realm, for the world has changed too much⊠so it has slept here, in the heart of the Nine Dragons Painting, bound by the last breath of the old world.â
Max looked again at the egg, the bluish pulses of natural energy throbbing from it like a heartbeat. It wasnât just an eggâit was a legacy sealed in time, a testimony of an era no longer remembered, kept alive in a place beyond reality.
And standing before it, Max suddenly felt something stir within him. A whisper. A call. As if the sleeping god inside was calling for him, calling to his bloodline.
âWhat is this feeling?â Max stood in front of the dragon egg, stunned.
It hadnât even hatched, and yet something within it reached out to himânot with words, not with presence, but with a strange, ancient calling that tugged at the core of his soul.
The egg looked harmless, unmoving, nestled gently in the cradle of natural energy and watched over by wandering spirits, yet standing there, Max felt something stir inside himâsomething deep and primal. It made no sense.
How could something unborn, something still waiting to emerge into the world, exert such influence over him? His instincts screamed recognition, connectionâsomething far older than blood.
Just then, Blobâs calm voice echoed in his mind, breaking the silence.
âPut this egg in the spirit world,â it said firmly. âThe spirit world inside you is the best place for its growth. True dragons and spirit creatures arenât that different when it comes to nurturing. And if that egg is truly of primordial origin, then your spirit world might be the only place it can grow properly.â
Blobâs voice echoed once more in Maxâs mind, this time firmer and more persuasive. âBesides, a true dragon is of ancient origin, Max. Far more than just a beast. Their connection with time, law, and essence is beyond comprehension. If you can form a bond with one while itâs still unhatched, give it a place to grow naturally within you, the benefits youâll receive later could be unimaginable. Donât let this opportunity slip through your fingers.â
Maxâs gaze hardened, his eyes locked on the egg that pulsed with faint bluish energy. The connection he felt wasnât just fleeting or coincidentalâit was real, as if he could feel the connection between them.
âI can help the egg grow naturally,â Max said aloud, his voice steady and resolute as he looked up at the towering black dragon.
In the end, he made his decisionânot because Blob had urged him, not because he was promised unimaginable benefits, but because something deeper stirred within him. It was a sense of duty⊠a silent oath to the origin of his own strength.
This egg, ancient and slumbering, came from the same primordial source that pulsed through his veins. According to the black dragon, his bloodline was that of its ancestor, and now here, before him, lay another remnant of that same lineageâa fragile, unhatched dragon from an era when gods walked the world.
It felt like fate. No, more than thatâit felt like a full circle.
The power he wielded, the strength that set him apart, wasnât just some random blessing. It came from something, from someone, and that someone had left behind this egg. It was too great of a coincidence to ignore.
And so, standing in the sacred stillness of that glowing chamber surrounded by spirits and timeless energy, Max took a breath and offered his helpânot out of ambition, but reverence.
He would give this egg a place to grow, a world inside him where it could flourish naturally. It was the least he could do for the bloodline he bore. A silent gesture of gratitude⊠and perhaps, the beginning of something even greater.
There was a pause. Then the dragonâs golden eyes narrowed dangerously. His breath became visibly hot, misting the air, and the space around Max trembled slightly under the sheer weight of the dragonâs aura.
âWhat do you mean by that?â the dragon rumbled, his voice now sharp, edged with suspicion and warning. It was clear he had misunderstood Maxâs intent, perhaps thinking the human dared to tamper with the legacy of his kind.
Max didnât flinch. He had expected that reaction. Slowly, he turned to look at Kane, the man who had brought him here. And to his surprise, Kane was already watching himâcalm, composed, almost amused, as though he saw straight through Maxâs words and understood his true intentions. There was no judgment in his eyes, only curiosity, and a faint glimmer of anticipation.
âDoes he know I have the Dimensional Keeper class?â Max suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, like a cold breath whispering against the back of his neck.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!