Chapter 359 - 346: Extraordinary Profession: Warlock

Chapter 359: Chapter 346: Extraordinary Profession: Warlock

As the scorching blood surged through his body, a line of golden text quietly materialized in his vision.

[You have learned the Skill: Dragonification. Current Level: Level 1]

’Dragonification, huh?’

Roland tried to move his fingers.

His joints remained flexible, but he could feel a Power within them that far surpassed anything he’d felt before.

He gently clenched his fist, and the air compressed in his palm, letting out a faint sonic boom.

This increase in Power was tangible.

However, he could also clearly perceive its limits.

His current state of Dragonification was very rudimentary and unstable, like a thin halo of light covering his humanoid shell.

He could feel that with a mere thought, if he reined in his surging Bloodline Power, these external phenomena would gradually fade, and he would return to his normal human form.

This was not a permanent transformation, but rather a temporary state that could be actively toggled on and off.

’So this is all I can do with just a preliminary grasp...’

Roland understood.

This shallow level of Dragonification, while bringing significant physical enhancement and sensory improvement, was still a far cry from unleashing the full might of the Dragon Blood Secret Technique.

Moreover, maintaining this state was a constant drain on both his Spirit and stamina.

He slowly closed his eyes and began to consciously guide his boiling Bloodline Power to calm down, like channeling a roaring flood into the depths of a tranquil lake.

His gilded, vertical pupils gradually returned to their normal round shape, and the inhuman glint in his eyes faded.

The dark gold veins on the backs of his hands dimmed and vanished, the abnormal texture of his skin slowly receded, and his body temperature returned to normal.

The intangible pressure receded like the tide, and normalcy returned to the tent.

As the last trace of his overt Dragon Descendant features receded into his body, Roland slowly exhaled.

He felt the Power recede like a low tide, yet it did not fall completely silent. Instead, it lay in wait within the depths of his bloodline, ready to be unleashed.

His consciousness sank into the fleeting experience, and his mind began a calm and clear extrapolation of the potential of the [Dragonification] Skill.

’This is just the beginning...’

He gazed at the fading line of golden text in his vision, his thoughts racing.

He compared his current state to a layer of invisible Dragon Power plating on his body. He foresaw that as the Skill’s Level increased, the changes would involve a comprehensive deepening and a qualitative transformation.

He speculated that when [Dragonification] was raised to a higher Level, the changes would no longer be limited to sharpened senses and a simple increase in Power.

Actual Dragon Scales might materialize, permanently attaching to vital areas like the finest Enchanted Plate Armor, providing astonishing physical and Magic resistance.

His bone density and muscle fiber structure would further shift toward that of the Dragon Race, and his explosive strength, endurance, and recovery ability would rise to an inhuman Realm.

He might even begin to awaken the unique Spell-like Abilities of the Dragon Race.

At that point, his humanoid form would become the perfect vessel to contain and master the Giant Dragon Power—an artistic fusion of Power and form.

Then...

’And what about at Full Level?’

’Would he completely transform into a Giant Dragon soaring through the sky?’

Roland’s train of thought paused for a moment.

He recalled that in ancient legends, there were indeed powerful Dragon Descendants or beings who used Forbidden Spells to ultimately abandon their original forms and completely transform into True Dragons.

But this Secret Technique passed down from Graham—what was its true purpose?

Was it to guide the user to eventually become a new Giant Dragon, or...

...was its aim to create an unprecedented existence that transcended the limits of both dragon and man?

He was more inclined toward the latter.

The root of this Secret Technique, perhaps, was not simply to "become a dragon," but to "become the Master of Dragons."

The ultimate form might not be a completely bestial behemoth, but something closer to the legendary "Dragon-man" or "Demigod Dragon Descendant."

To retain a human form with its high intelligence and dexterity, yet possess the essential Power, lifespan, and authority comparable to or even surpassing an Ancient Giant Dragon.

That would be his own evolutionary path, independent of both the Dragon Race and humanity.

By then, he might be able to freely switch between his human form and a more majestic and powerful Dragon-man form. He might even be able to influence the surrounding Elements and environment with his own will, just like the most ancient Dragon Kings.

At this thought, even with Roland’s disciplined mind, a ripple of excitement stirred deep within him.

It was a clear path to the pinnacle of Power, where every step of growth would bring a qualitative leap.

This not only gave him the means to fight the immediate threat of the Abyss but also opened a door to infinite possibilities.

Just as Roland’s contemplation on the ultimate form of [Dragonification] deepened, and his consciousness submerged into reveries of his bloodline and the origin of his Power, another change occurred.

In his vision, without any warning, another line of text faded into view, sharpening from a blur into focus.

The way it emerged was completely different from the concise notification for the [Dragonification] Skill; it was closer to the sense of grandeur he’d felt when the [Knight] Profession was first detected.

It carried an ancient rhythm that resonated deep within his soul.

[Analysis complete. Eligible for Extraordinary Profession: Warlock]

Roland’s pupils contracted slightly, his mind instantly pulled back from his distant projections to the present.

’Warlock?’

He repeated the name silently. This Profession’s name carried a completely different connotation from "Knight."

It wasn’t about tempering the body and honing Combat Skills, but about bloodlines, secrets, and channeling supernatural power.

However, having learned from his previous experience with the [Knight] Profession, he did not feel immediate joy.

Instead, he focused his concentration, preparing to receive an epic proclamation like the one he got for the [Knight] Profession.

But unexpectedly, the text in his vision did not unfold as he anticipated.

There were no complex, law-like restrictions, no magnificent narrative of its heritage—only a single, solitary line of text, hanging in his vision with an almost indifferent simplicity.

[You have gained the attention of a ’Giant Dragon’...]

The text was the same gilded-gold color, yet it seemed to have lost some of its warmth, appearing cool and detached.

Roland held his breath and waited, like a traveler at night waiting for the other shoe to drop.

However, nothing happened.

The tent was silent, filled only with the sound of his own gradually slowing heartbeat and long breaths.

Time seemed to stretch for several seconds. The line about the "Giant Dragon’s attention," like a pebble tossed into a deep pool, created a single ripple and then went silent.

It just stayed there, neither changing nor fading, and with no further additions.

This abnormal silence was more unsettling than any complex explanation could have been.

If the Profession notification for [Knight] was a solemn oath, then this notification for [Warlock] was like an ambiguous prophecy, or a blank letter from an unknown entity.

Finally, after a long, almost stagnant wait, the line of gilded-gold text began to fade away like morning mist, leaving no trace, as if it had never appeared.

His vision cleared, leaving only the dim light and the floating dust motes in the tent.

Roland was stunned.

This stunned feeling didn’t come from surprise, but from a profound confusion and a suddenly rising sense of alarm.

Gaining an Extraordinary Profession was a momentous event, concerning the very source of his Power and the path of his future. How could the notification be so vague, so... ambiguous?

’The attention of a Giant Dragon...’

He mulled over those words, his brow furrowing slightly.

’Where did this attention come from?’

’Was it from the Bronze Dragon that granted him his bloodline back in Wuxi Town?’

’Or was it from some other member of the Dragon Race whom he had never met?’

’Was this attention a benevolent gaze, a curious glance, or perhaps...’

’...some kind of mark?’

’More importantly, what was the connection between this ’attention’ and the ’Warlock’ Profession?’

The source of a Warlock’s Power, it was said, was an awakening of secrets deep within their bloodline or a connection to some powerful entity.

’Could it be that the essence of this so-called ’ascension’ wasn’t to actively learn and control, but to be passively ’chosen,’ to become a conduit or representative for some distant entity?’

The uncertainty brought with it a profound sense of unease.

The elation he had felt from the [Dragonification] Skill now subsided, replaced by a somber and contemplative mood.

This attention from the ’Giant Dragon’—whether it was a blessing or a curse was, for now, impossible to know.