A person consumed by it… would slowly lose everything—dignity, reason, purpose.
And she would take it all.
Every last thing.
But she also knew the deeper truth:
To conquer your enemies… you must first conquer yourself.
Smiling
She cupped her breast lightly under the water, letting her fingers tease the soft flesh.
The heat made everything more sensitive. Her breath hitched as she brushed her thumb against her nipple.
A soft moan escaped her lips.
She bit down on her lower lip.
She ran her fingers lower again, slow, deliberate. Water sloshed softly as she parted her legs just enough to feel the heat rush between her thighs. Her body trembled under her own touch.
As she let her body sink deeper into the warmth of the bath, her limbs melted into stillness. The air was thick with steam, the faint scent of enchanted lavender still lingering from the oils she'd added. Her eyes fluttered shut.
For a rare moment, everything was quiet.
Just warmth. Just softness. Just silence.
Ding—
A sudden sound rang out like a chime of crystalline glass dropped in a silent hall.
Her eyes snapped open.
Floating just above the surface of the bathwater, glowing faintly with a bluish hue, was a translucent window. Letters shimmered across it, blinking softly as if waiting to be read.
Her heart skipped a beat. Not in fear, but reflex.
With a sharp breath and instinctual muscle memory, she lunged forward—fist glowing with mana. Her knuckles connected.
Or should have.
Her hand passed right through it.
No resistance. No feedback. The window remained untouched, floating peacefully like it hadn't just been nearly assaulted by an awakened demoness.
"What… the hell?" she muttered.
She waved her hand through it again, brows furrowed in irritation. "Go away."
It didn't vanish.
If anything, it pulsed brighter—acknowledging her attention.
And then, the text began to form.
[Initialization: Complete]
[Verifying Host… Soul Structure: Recognized]
[Unique Hybrid Signature Detected: Demon • Vampire • Elf]
[Blessing Acknowledged]
[Commencing Access to Draconic Archive…]
[Attempting to Transfer: 𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘴]
She blinked at the glowing lines.
Hybrid Signature? Blessing? Draconic Archive?
She couldn't understand anything… where did it come from? what is this?
what did it mean by host?
She was very cautious… veins were already covering her hand ready to attack
Her pulse quickened in both confusion and fear.
The glowing text hovered before her like a revelation—and she couldn't touch it, couldn't stop it.
It felt foreign.
Uncertainty.
Just as she was thinking what to do with it. another stream of text appeared.
[WARNING: Host soul unable to withstand the pressure of the 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣's Will.]
[Retrying…]
[...Failed.]
[Retrying…]
[...Failed.]
[Auto-sealing 99% of inheritance.]
[Recalibrating Access Permissions…]
[Access Limited: 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘥𝘰𝘮 – Fragment (1%)]
[System Interface Established – Bound to Host Soul]
[Authority: GRANTED]
Her head hurt as he hears the series of voice, she couldn't help but tremble
The voice she finally recognizes it.
It was the same one from the darkness. Cold. Hollow. Metallic. A voice that did not belong to mortals or demons. It sent a chill down her spine, but not from fear this time—Excitement
"…Draconic?" she whispered.
Her breath hitched; eyes locked on the glowing window. For a heartbeat, she was frozen in place, too stunned to even move. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, louder than the sound of water lapping against the porcelain tub.
With all that happen she forget that she taken dragon blood and there was a chance she can get some kind of power or skill…
But even so,
If she had to expected something.
It would be Permanent increase in her regenerative strength. At best, an enhancement to her body—That alone would've been more than enough. She would be more than satisfied with that.
But this?
Dragon wisdom?
It was madness.
Her fingers rose slowly, uncertainly, brushing through the glowing text again. The letters shimmered against her skin, offering no resistance—like moonlight on water.
Dragons weren't known for brute strength alone.
They were known for their wisdom.
No one was as ancient. No one as powerful. No race in any realm had ever matched their understanding of the world. Not demons. Not humans. Not elves. Not even gods,
They were long extinct—dead for over a millennium. Their bones turned to legend. Their existence become myth.
But when they were alive?
They were apex predators. Living gods.
Worshipped by elves. Revered by humans. Feared by even the darkest demon lords.
Some were called protectors. Others destroyers. There were many dragons, and each one could bend reality with a thought.
And now… even if it was just 1%…
Even if her fragile mortal soul couldn't contain their full legacy…
She had inherited a fragment of that legacy.
She stared at the interface—shimmering with divine authority.
Letting out a loud laugh, breathless and warm, her voice carrying the delicate echo of disbelief.
"…What kind of luck is this?" she muttered, smiling faintly.
Her silver-white hair clung to her skin, soaked and glistening. The mana surrounding her shimmered like liquid moonlight across her flawless, silk-like flesh. The water buzzed against her skin—hot, electric.
Her crimson eyes sparkled.
With excitement.