I Got an Ex-Class Omnipotent System - Chapter 79

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Episode 79
79: Does This Make Me a Successor Too? (2)
The dishes Hezway had recommended were truly exquisite—there was no exaggeration in calling them masterpieces.
While they resembled Earth cuisine in appearance, they possessed a distinctly different flavor. The unfamiliar spices and ingredients created something both novel and delicious, allowing everyone in the Dohyun Party to dine with genuine satisfaction.
After what could be called a successful gathering, I returned to the Dormitory and began experimenting with the Dragon Emperor’s Successor skill.
As I summoned mana from my palm and transformed it into various shapes, the geometric forms shifted flawlessly across my hand, changing moment by moment with perfect precision.
Watching this, I scratched my cheek with an embarrassed expression and reflected.
‘This is incredible.’
I had always excelled at mana control beyond anyone else.
Through Analysis and the Ether Heart, I understood how to manipulate mana better than anyone. Yet after acquiring the Dragon Emperor’s Successor, I could feel my mana control reaching even greater heights.
Of course, it wasn’t merely mana control that had improved.
I could feel all mana-related stats—resonance, affinity, and countless others—surging upward dramatically.
The Dragon Emperor’s Successor, born alongside the Ether Heart, didn’t conflict with it but instead created a synergistic effect, granting me mana’s blessing. Now I could execute mana control far more delicate and intricate than even Hezway, who was blessed by mana as a member of the Yongin Clan.
Watching the complex multi-layered geometric forms transform effortlessly, Hanalin, who had been entering the Dormitory while drinking water, suddenly spat it out.
“Pfffft! Cough, cough.”
“Ugh, clean that up.”
“Cough, cough. Wait, what is that?”
“Hm? Just checking my mana control.”
“But…”
Watching what I was doing, Hanalin stared at me with astonishment, as if looking at a Monster.
She had always known I was talented, but not to this degree.
Shocked, Hanalin wiped away the water she’d spilled and observed me, while I continued playing with the mana I’d conjured, my expression remaining indifferent.
Watching me practice mana control with apparent boredom, Hanalin thought to herself.
‘How is he even doing that?’
While Hanalin herself possessed excellent mana control and resonance, this was truly in a league of its own.
She attempted to create the geometric forms as I had, and while she managed something close, replicating my speed and precision proved far more difficult. Incomplete sections, distorted areas—such flaws were commonplace in her attempts.
And as she watched me work, Hanalin thought to herself.
‘Will practice eventually get me there?’
As Hanalin quietly continued her attempts, I caught sight of it, chuckled softly, and spoke.
“Narin, you’ll get there with enough practice.”
“Really?”
“If you keep practicing like me, your mana-related stats will improve.”
This wasn’t merely reassurance on my part. Through Analysis, I had confirmed it was true.
Of course, possessing the Dragon Emperor’s Successor meant I would surpass Hanalin, but she too was an Ether Heart holder. Analysis had shown me that with continued practice, she could reach my current level relatively quickly.
At my words, Hanalin’s expression grew resolute, and she nodded firmly.
With that, Hanalin finished cleaning the water and continued practicing on the bed just as I was, thinking to herself.
‘I just need to follow Dohyun’s lead.’
Though Hanalin had always been a genius, she was receiving tremendous inspiration from the insights I occasionally offered.
One might say she was a genius who already possessed the answer key but was receiving an even better one.
And that synergy was producing extraordinary results.
Watching Hanalin practice with such dedication, I refused to fall behind and continued manipulating my mana with renewed intensity. Just as Jiyuchan returned from his preparations, he blinked at the sight of us engaged in mana control training before reaching for his sword.
I shot him a sharp look and spoke up.
“Are you insane?”
“…No, I was just going to watch for a moment.”
When I rebuked Jiyuchan for hastily drawing his blade out of fear of falling behind during our training, he returned his sword to its sheath and sat on the bed as well. Then, glancing at me and Hanalin, he decided he should do something too and fell into meditation.
The members of my party—each inspiring the other, caught in a virtuous cycle of mutual growth.
As the night deepened and we continued our training, pushing through without sleep, a thought suddenly crossed my mind.
I paused mid-practice.
‘Hmm. I obtained the legacy of the Dragon Emperor, but that doesn’t actually make me his descendant, does it?’
The absurdity of the thought made me chuckle and dismiss it.
Hezway’s trait bore the Dragon Emperor’s name from the start, while mine was simply Analysis—there was no real connection. I reasoned away the ridiculous notion.
Surely acquiring a single skill wouldn’t make me a descendant of the Dragon Emperor. I shook off the foolish thought and moved on.
I simply immersed myself back into mana practice.
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The Yongin Clan—known as a Superior Race.
Like the Elves, their numbers were extraordinarily rare, existing only in small populations.
Because they were not a common race, this scarcity only amplified their mystique.
Unlike the Elves, who were born and raised from the World Tree, the Yongin inherited the full power of dragons and awakened from eggs like true dragons themselves.
In a world where dragons had now declined into mere monsters, the Yongin—carrying the purest dragon blood—had rightfully earned their place among the Superior Races.
While twelve of the Elves’ dimensions connected to the Black Gate, only three Yongin dimensions were linked.
Other Superior Races had over twenty dimensions connected, whereas the Elves and Yongin had remarkably few.
Moreover, while other Superior Races had unified, allowing their members to traverse freely between all connected dimensions, the three Yongin dimensions remained isolated from one another.
And in the Draxion Dimension—Hezway’s homeland—there existed a being known as the Mother of the Yongin.
Grandmaster Belmuut Paraksara, a Yongin who had aged to the point of being able to transform into a dragon, now spent more time in her draconic form. Her massive frame, covered in crimson scales, possessed a majesty so formidable that nothing could pierce or sever her flesh.
Grandmaster Belmuut lifted her head, sensing something.
Feeling a certain soul awakening, she slowly closed her eyes to perceive that sensation more deeply.
“…”
As Grandmaster Belmuut raised her head, the retainers around her startled and rushed to her side, bowing their heads in preparation to serve her.
Though receiving such reverent treatment, Belmuut accepted it as her due and remained focused on the faint stirring she continued to sense.
Soon, she perceived fragments of an enormous awakening and opened her eyes.
Looking around at the retainers bowing before her, she spoke.
“A seed of the Dragon Emperor will soon be born. Perhaps it has already awakened. Such a powerful stirring—it must have already come into being.”
At Grandmaster Belmuut’s words, all the retainers could not help but gasp in astonishment.
A seed of the Dragon Emperor.
In other words, a descendant of the Dragon Emperor was awakening. This was cause for celebration in the Draxion Dimension.
A festival would be held merely for the birth of a new child—but if that child were a seed of the Dragon Emperor, what greater fortune could there be?
The retainers cried out, bowing their heads before Belmuut.
“We shall go at once to identify which child this is!”
At their words, Belmuut nodded, and the retainers vanished from their positions with extraordinary speed.
Left behind by their swift departure, Belmuut smiled with satisfaction.
‘It has been twenty years since my granddaughter was born.’
A new heir of the Dragon Emperor awakening—what auspicious news.
There was no possibility this could be a Dragon-human from another dimension.
The concept of a Dragon Emperor’s heir existed only within the Draxion Dimension. Dragon-humans from other dimensions were said to be born through entirely different lineages, so the notion of one from another dimension was never even considered.
‘A new child.’
Belmutt curled her massive form contentedly, already envisioning passing down everything to this child as she had done for her granddaughter.
In this dragon form, all my senses expanded transcendentally, yet an overwhelming drowsiness consumed me. I decided to rest until the retainers brought the Dragon Emperor’s heir to me.
Days passed in this manner.
While Grandmaster Belmutt slept through a span of time she could not perceive, one of the retainers cautiously approached her.
As Belmutt sensed the presence and cracked open her eyes, she could see the bewildered expression on the retainer’s face.
The retainer appeared unusually apologetic, so when Belmutt opened her eyes fully, the retainer bowed deeply.
“…What is the matter?”
“…I am most grievously sorry to report….”
Observing the retainer’s reluctance and fear in speaking, Belmutt lifted her head and gazed down at them.
What could be so grave that even they hesitated to speak of it to her?
Curiosity piqued, Belmutt tilted her head, yet the retainer still could not bring themselves to open their mouth.
Unable to wait any longer, Belmutt spoke to the trembling retainer.
“I shall not reproach you—speak freely.”
Knowing that remaining silent despite such assurance from the Grandmaster constituted grave transgression, the retainer trembled violently, swallowed hard, and carefully opened their mouth.
“I… I am most sorrowfully compelled to report… that no child has been born in these recent days, nor indeed in the past year. Furthermore, there is no child expected to be born….”
“??????”
Belmutt stared at the retainer in utter bewilderment at these words, and the retainer could say nothing more.
In that moment of absurdity, Grandmaster Belmutt immediately transformed into her Dragon-human form—a strikingly tall woman exceeding two meters, with an elegant and sensual figure. She became a breathtakingly beautiful maiden with luxuriant crimson hair adorned by numerous horns sprouting between the lustrous strands.
Then, as if unable to believe the retainer’s words, she spoke.
“I must investigate this myself.”
“I am deeply sorry.”
The retainer bowed repeatedly, finding it shameful that the Grandmaster herself would take action. After Belmutt thoroughly scanned all of Draxion, she could only reach the same conclusion as her retainers.
That child with the intense, unmistakable presence she had sensed was nowhere to be found throughout the entire Draxion Dimension.
“…???”
With a bewildered expression, Belmutt scratched her head, wondering how this could possibly be, when a retainer behind her spoke.
“Ah, I am most sorry to suggest, but… could you perhaps have sensed incorrectly?”
“What did you just say?”
“It’s just… your age….”
The retainer could not finish their sentence before receiving a flick to the forehead from Belmutt, sending them bouncing several kilometers away. Though not fatally wounded, the other retainers merely bowed their heads as they observed the massive lump forming on that retainer’s forehead.
Though Belmutt had struck them out of irritation, she was genuinely bewildered.
‘Hmm, did I truly sense incorrectly?’
Even Belmutt could not have imagined such a thing.
That some human had witnessed her granddaughter’s Dragon Emperor heir bloodline and had somehow acquired the exact same power.

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