My Dragon King System

Chapter 406: Setting & Propositions

Meanwhile, at the same time, within the dimension of absolute frost...

Space warped, and one of Aiden’s avatars appeared before the dark mansion.

Lilith and Asahel quickly stepped out. They had been waiting for this moment for the last two days, standing ready at the entrance as though anticipating his arrival.

The avatar walked forward slowly, then stopped a few paces away from them and said nothing for a moment.

The silence stretched.

Then Aiden exhaled slowly and said, "I’m going to let you both go."

Asahel’s eyes widened in surprise. Even Lilith, who was rarely caught off guard, looked taken aback.

Aiden continued. "But understand this. If either of you does anything to offset the balance or threaten the peace I’m trying to create, I will not hesitate to pop by."

He paused, letting the weight of that statement settle.

"And when I do," he added, "there will be no second chances."

Lilith smiled, though there was a tightness to it. "Understood."

Asahel said nothing, but he nodded.

Then, they both extended their hands out with the pendants and Aiden extended his too, towards them.

The pendants with their greenish glow then floated from their hands toward his palm.

Aiden made the pendants disappear, then raised his hand. A portal began to form in the air beside them, swirling with blue light and leading out of the frozen dimension.

Asahel walked toward it without another word. He stepped through, and his form disappeared into the light.

Lilith lingered for a moment. She looked at Aiden, and nodded once more.

"Thank you," she said, and there was genuine gratitude in her voice.

Then she turned and followed Asahel through the portal.

The moment they were gone, the portal closed, and Aiden was alone.

He stood there for a moment, staring at the empty space where they had been, then he vanished.

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Within the Underworld...

In the vast throne room carved from black stone, Charon sat upon his throne.

The God of the Underworld performed his duties so fervently and quietly that one might as well assume it was a robot doing the work instead of a divine being.

Souls appeared before him one by one, summoned by the pull of death itself. And each time, Charon rose, delivered the same measured judgment, and returned to his seat.

There was no emotion in his voice or grief or rage.

Just duty.

In the shadows at the far edge of the throne room, hidden from sight, stood one of Aiden’s avatars.

The avatar had been there for hours, observing silently.

Charon continued his work, completely unaware of the presence watching him. Or perhaps he was aware, but it no longer mattered to him.

This was all Aiden’s doing after Charon’s betrayal.

When the God of the Underworld had agreed to release the spirits of the dead into the living world, he had violated the fundamental balance of existence.

And so, Aiden had restructured him.

The King of Dragons had reached into Charon’s very being, into the core of what made him a god, and rewrote him.

The grief that had driven Charon to act, the rage, the desire to bring back his father Jorus, all of it had been... Erased.

Charon was still himself, in a way. He still held his authority over the Underworld and performed his duties. But he was also different.

He no longer questioned nor desired. He only simply existed to fulfill his role.

The God of the Underworld had become exactly what he was meant to be. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Another soul appeared before the throne, trembling and uncertain.

Charon rose once more.

"Your time among the living has ended," he said in that same flat, emotionless tone. "Your deeds will be weighed. Your fate will be decided."

The soul trembled and walked toward the designated path, disappearing into the darkness beyond.

Charon returned to his throne and sat down.

In the shadows, the avatar continued to watch.

This was the price of defiance.

The loss of self.

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In a place where space bent and folded in impossible ways...

The Fifth Universe.

The "ground," if it could be called that, was made of shifting patterns that resembled star charts and constellations. They glowed faintly, rearranging themselves every few moments as though mapping out new routes across the cosmos.

Above, the sky was an endless expanse of deep indigo, filled with drifting celestial bodies. Planets, moons, asteroids, and comets floated lazily through the void, their movements synchronized in a way that defied natural law.

Streams of stardust drifted through the air like ribbons, and distant galaxies pulsed with light in rhythmic patterns.

And at the center of it all, seated upon a throne carved from what looked like compressed stardust and meteorite fragments, was Siion.

He was tall, and his form was covered in dark flowing robes that seemed to shimmer with the light of distant stars. His face was partially obscured by a hood, but if one looked closely, they would see that where eyes should have been, there were only voids filled with burning stars.

His hands rested on the armrests of his throne, fingers long and delicate, as though carved from the void itself.

Then, suddenly, the air around him changed, and a presence appeared.

Siion’s eyes shifted toward the disturbance, and he watched as a figure materialized before him.

Kethseia.

Her form was as terrifying as ever. Green mist coiled around her body, and her eyes glowed with that eerie green light. Her hair flowed upward, merging with the mist, and her robes of black and green rippled as though moved by an invisible wind.

Siion didn’t move. He simply watched her, calm and unbothered.

But after a moment, he spoke.

"Why are you here, Kethseia?"

His voice was calm, measured, and carried the weight of eternity. It echoed strangely in the space around them, as though spoken from multiple directions at once.

Kethseia’s lips curved into a smile.

"I came with a proposition," she said.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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A/N

With that, we come to the end of the fourth Volume! Thank You.