I Got an Ex-Class Omnipotent System - Chapter 253

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Chapter 253
253: Parting, and Then? (2)
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As Dohyun arrived in South Korea—a land he hadn’t visited in what felt like an eternity—he didn’t refuse when Hanalin and Jiyuchan insisted on handling the report themselves and told him to rest. He apologized but went inside first.
In his current state, where refreshment and exhaustion coexisted, his mind remained tangled in complexity, making rest absolutely essential.
Taking a taxi from the Hunter Association to his newly relocated apartment, the entrance felt unfamiliar at first, but he adapted quickly enough to enter his home.
The interior was meticulously decorated with high-end department store furniture, arranged with perfect harmony, yet none of it registered in Dohyun’s awareness.
“Sigh…”
A heavy exhale.
Dohyun released that breath, immediately cast a cleansing spell, and threw himself onto the bed.
Normally, even with a cleansing spell available, he would shower out of habit, but this time he skipped it.
So much had happened.
He had faced death before, but never quite like this.
‘…So that’s the power of an S-rank Hunter?’
Recalling Davy Jones within the Domain Interior, Dohyun’s body trembled.
The majesty of an S-rank Hunter—a tier that didn’t yet exist on Earth—couldn’t be described by the word fear alone. A-rank Hunters were formidable, and contemplating their might naturally inspired dread, but S-rank transcended that entirely.
If I had to elaborate further, it felt like a wound inflicted upon the soul itself.
Of course, Dohyun had been protected by the Ruin’s Dragon Solvent and the Plague Lord just before, so he remained safe. But had that not occurred, it would have been him dying there, not Davy Jones.
Feeling this truth viscerally, Dohyun closed his eyes tightly on the bed.
In that moment, he found himself observing his inner landscape, where various scenes came into view.
The Ruin’s Dragon Solvent coiled near the center, sleeping soundly; the Plague Lord combining various substances for some research; Fusion, finding something endlessly fascinating as it dug through the mental terrain, sometimes tasting it with appreciation; and Usurpation, lingering around the Plague Lord’s research area, subtly pocketing a few vials.
Witnessing that all of this existed within himself, Dohyun marveled.
Among all this, he noticed a massive bookshelf positioned at the center of his inner world, and there he could see a single book inserted into it.
And Dohyun naturally understood what it was.
[『Record』—”Davy Jones”]
Seeing this, he recalled the dreams he’d had over the past few days.
That dream of Davy Jones’s past—or rather, his entire life—hadn’t remained a mere dream for Dohyun.
Like the butterfly dream of old, for that moment, Dohyun had become Davy Jones himself, acting as him, and it was the same in the dream.
Davy Jones—or rather, Majincheon—was hailed as a genius among the founders of the Divine Assassin Squad, a clandestine assassination collective. Thus, bearing that grandiose name, he had established the organization.
And even after Hwadaejuk connected to the Black Gate, the name Divine Assassin Squad spread even to the Black Gate itself.
Unlike the previous humanity, the people of Hwadaejuk displayed formidable strength, gradually earning recognition even from mid-tier races, and with each step, the Divine Assassin Squad’s reputation only climbed higher.
Eventually, even those outside Hwadaejuk came to fear the Divine Assassin Squad, and in that process, Majincheon had noticed talent and taken someone under his wing.
‘Who would have thought Davy Jones was the Reaper’s master?’
Dohyun reflected inwardly while examining the various 『Positions』 Majincheon possessed. Through the book inscribed in 『Record』 within his inner world, it became clearer.
‘There are so many 『Positions』.’
Well, for someone who had reached S-rank Hunter, having fewer would be strange.
Here, 『Positions』 didn’t refer to dictionary definitions but rather the stature and dignity that a person had cultivated through their actions and life. As these 『Positions』 accumulated, they constructed one’s mental landscape, and that constructed landscape became stronger than any weapon.
However, Dohyun could now record these himself through 『Analysis』 into his inner world, and he could currently utilize Majincheon’s 『Positions』 as well.
Of course, using all of them was impossible, but he could bring one with him.
And among them, something caught Dohyun’s attention.
Majincheon, who had once climbed to the rank of S-Grade Hunter, possessed several 『Titles』, but among them, there was only one that caught Dohyun’s attention.
[『Title』-「Grandmaster」]
A 『Title』 bestowed only upon those who had directly created martial arts.
Seeing that, Dohyun’s gaze turned to one of his own skills.
Short Sword Technique-「Janwol Pagong」
The most versatile martial art among those I possessed.
Looking at it, I let out a quiet laugh.
‘Where should I create it?’
The fear that had been trembling through me until just moments ago—fear of Davy Jones, or rather Majincheon—seemed to be subsiding.
Moreover.
[Analyzing Short Sword Technique-「Janwol Pagong」 for the creation of a new martial art.]
I had the reassuring 『Analysis』 at my disposal.
‘Let me try creating something proper this time.’
I had said I would rest, yet here I was, stirring up trouble once again.
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The Dragon Regent, or the descendants of the Dragon Regent—a term used only in the Draxion Dimension among the Dragon-human clans, though other Dragon-human dimensions had their own corresponding titles. In some places, they were called Lords, and in others, they were called Patriarchs.
And in the Draxion Dimension, they were called Dragon Regents and the descendants of Dragon Regents.
Though the names differed, their meaning and very existence were similar, or rather, identical.
Beings born with the stature of great emperors who ruled over the Dragon-humans or Dragon Clan—the meaning itself was exactly the same.
Expressed in terms of the Draxion Dimension, there were five who could be called Dragon Regents across three Dragon-human dimensions: three Lords, one Patriarch, and one Dragon Regent.
Among them, only one Lord and one Patriarch could be considered active, while the other two Lords and the Dragon Regent, Belmut Paraksara, had long since retired from active duty.
Of course, they were beings who possessed transcendence and embodied it, but compared to those who could still compete in the active arena, their age showed.
Thus, the Draxion Dimension had only one concern.
‘Hezeway must germinate her seed soon enough….’
The absence of an active Dragon Regent.
For now, I, the Grandmaster, have been holding the line, but that time is running short.
‘At best, I can only endure for another 300 years or so….’
Of course, by human or other species’ standards, that was still considerable time remaining, but one could never be too careful.
Thus, as a grandmother, Belmut desperately hoped that Hezeway would germinate her seed and become a Dragon Regent soon, but becoming a Dragon Regent was no simple matter.
Knowing this well, Belmut could only sigh.
“Sigh…”
Flames mingled with the sigh, rippling through the surroundings and melting the ground, but since it was the Lava Zone anyway, it mattered little.
While Grandmaster Belmuut lay sleepless with worry and concern, her retainers approached her, bowed their heads, and whispered.
“The Princess has arrived at the Imperial Palace.”
“She said she would come directly to you, Grandmaster.”
Upon hearing her retainers’ words, Belmut’s eyes widened.
Though Belmut now spent much of her time in dragon form, whenever she met her granddaughter, she would transform into human shape, and in an instant, she became a beauty exceeding two meters tall.
Through the numerous horns sprouting between her crimson hair, one could glimpse something of her age, and as she sat upon the throne where the surrounding lava bubbled fiercely at the thought of her granddaughter whom she hadn’t seen in so long, the retainer guarding the door immediately cried out.
“The seed of Draxion’s sole Dragon Regent, the jewel of Draxion, Princess Hezeway Paraksarl, enters!!!”
At that resounding announcement, Belmut gazed warmly upon her granddaughter as she entered, smiling contentedly for the first time in ages.
Sensing an aura as if the Ruin’s Dragon Solvent had appeared, I urged her to hurry inside, but my granddaughter wouldn’t listen—she had to bring Davy Jones back with her.
Had she been of a different race, I might have scolded her severely, but among the Dragon-human clan—or rather, in the Draxion Dimension—things were different.
“Your power has grown.”
“Thank you, Grandmaster.”
“Hmm, yes, though that one did cause quite a bit of trouble… what was his name again?”
“It is Davy Jones, Grandmaster.”
When Belmutt’s words faltered, a Retainer waiting nearby supplied the name.
In Dragon-human form, he stood over two meters tall with a robust, youthful appearance, yet age cannot be hidden by appearance alone. Occasional lapses in memory were inevitable.
Upon hearing the name Davy Jones, Belmutt nodded as if the memory had finally returned.
“Ah yes, I heard you had captured the Guardian of that zone called Davy Jones, and I must say, your growth far exceeds my expectations. I am most pleased.”
“Thank you, Grandmaster.”
“Hehehehe! You may call me Grandmother if you wish.”
As I laughed heartily and spoke warmly to Hezeway, she glanced at me cautiously.
The way she peeked at my face, gauging my reaction, was so endearing that I couldn’t help but smile with affection.
Especially since she resembled her mother rather than myself or her father—look at that delicate frame. Barely over 160 centimeters in height (by my standards), with a fragile body that seemed as though it might shatter at the slightest touch (also by my standards).
While I always wanted to protect her, I was so proud of her accomplishment that capturing that troublesome C-rank Guardian, Davy Jones, filled me with the desire to reward her.
“Excellent. Since you have earned merit, you deserve appropriate compensation. Is there anything you wish for?”
At my words, Hezeway bowed her head carefully, gauging my reaction.
“Well, that is…”
“Hmm? Do I not know you well? Surely there is something you desire. Speak freely without reservation. What is it you wish for?”
“…If I may be so bold, I shall tell you.”
I waited to hear what Hezeway desired.
Then came her response.
“I… I wish for Earth and…”
“Earth? What is that?”
“It is the name of humanity’s planet, newly connected to the Black Gate.”
“Hmm? Do you wish to invade and claim that planet?”
Her request was far too mild for such a thing, but it was not impossible, and I was about to prepare for dimensional warfare on the spot.
Hezeway spoke urgently.
“I… I wish to establish a Dimensional Peace Agreement with Earth…”
“What!?”
Even I glared in disbelief at what seemed like such nonsense.
A Dimensional Peace Agreement was a contract between dimensions that acknowledged both parties as equals and specified mutual aid and cooperation.
Once established, it was a binding covenant stronger than the Black Gate itself, one that could never be broken.
But to establish such an agreement with mere humanity? Even for one as gentle as myself, this was not easily permitted.
I decided this time I would have to scold her properly.
But then.
“G-Grandmother… please, I beg you.”
“Hmm, well, there’s nothing I cannot do.”
A doting grandmother’s decision came faster than anyone’s.

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