Giant Dragon Lord: Starting from Daily Intelligence

"To say nothing of the fact that a collapsing world has certainly lost the protection of its World Barrier. That world has very likely become a hunting ground and paradise for the powerful beings of the void! The Void Magical Beasts you read about in books? In that world, they’re probably just the most common kind of wildlife!"

Master Wendel’s tone grew even harsher.

"Do you think this is a stroll in the park? Do you think you can survive in a place like that with your meager abilities?"

"Forget you—I wouldn’t even be comfortable letting the Raylo kid go in alone if we two old-timers weren’t with him!"

"You are to stay put in Black Stone Territory! You’re not going anywhere until I’ve figured out the exact situation in that world!"

Lillian’s eyes reddened instantly.

Shimmering tears welled in her eyes. She bit her lip, stubbornly refusing to let them fall.

She knew her teacher was only trying to protect her, but the sting of being left out and the bitterness of her own weakness still washed over her like a tide.

Seeing this, Avril hurried over. She gently pulled Lillian into an embrace, patting her back and whispering words of comfort.

Raylo watched this scene without saying a word.

Wendel’s sternness only served to highlight how seriously he was taking this expedition and his dire assessment of the dangers in that other world.

To him, this was a good thing.

He needed cautious teammates, not reckless adventurers.

...

The night, as dark as ink, shrouded the entire Black Stone Territory.

Inside a guest room in the Lord’s Mansion, Master Wendel stood at the window, gazing silently at the square below. Bathed in the glow of a bonfire, the Mobile Workshop crouched like a primeval Giant Beast. He watched it for a long time without a word.

The door was gently pushed open, and Mage Delin walked in carrying two cups of hot tea.

"Still angry about what happened during the day?"

Delin handed him a cup of tea.

"Hmph."

Wendel took the teacup and sullenly took a sip. The scalding tea slid down his throat but did nothing to soothe his irritation.

"That girl... she’s getting more and more out of hand. Does she really think she can run wild just because she advanced to Tier Three?"

"She’s just very curious," Mage Delin said calmly, sitting down beside him.

"Just like you when you were young."

"Me?"

Wendel sounded like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his voice jumping an octave.

"I was far more level-headed than she is when I was young!"

Mage Delin just smiled and didn’t argue with him.

He turned to look out the window, his gaze deep in thought.

"Wendel, have you ever wondered why that Raylo kid was so insistent on bringing us along?"

"Why else?" Wendel snapped.

"He can’t handle that Doomsday World on his own, and he can’t crack Phillips’s workshop by himself. He needs us to do the heavy lifting."

"That’s only one reason."

Delin shook his head.

"The ambition he showed today goes far beyond that."

’To usher in a new era...’

Mage Delin softly repeated the phrase, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

"This young man, his ambition is immense. It’s far too great to be contained by a barren place like the Black Stone Mountain Range."

"And we are the most crucial part of his plan. He doesn’t just need our wisdom, but more importantly, the immense influence that comes with our title of ’Legend’."

Wendel was silent. After a long moment, he finally squeezed out, "I just hope the kid’s ambition doesn’t get him burned!"

"It’s a high-stakes gamble," Mage Delin said.

"He’s betting the future of Black Stone Territory, and he’s betting on himself. As for us, now that we’re on his ship, we’re part of the game. We can’t stay on the sidelines anymore."

"Hmph, so what?"

Master Wendel drained his cup of tea in one gulp, his usual arrogance and confidence rekindling on his face.

"I’d like to see just what kind of waves his little boat can stir up in this vast and turbulent ocean!"

"As long as he doesn’t capsize halfway!"

...

「The next morning.」

As the first rays of dawn broke over the eastern horizon, coating the sleeping land in a pale golden light, several figures were already standing in the vast square before the Lord’s Mansion.

Raylo was dressed in practical gear, his long hair tied back, giving him a clean, sharp look.

Perched on his shoulders, one to the left and one to the right, were Coal Ball and Moonlight.

At his feet, Sun and Lightning squatted quietly by his side.

Beside him were Mage Delin and Master Wendel, equally ready to depart.

The two Legendary Mages had changed into Magic Robes designed for ease of movement, their expressions solemn.

Master Barnaby, for his part, wore a huge Alchemy Backpack filled with all sorts of bottles, jars, and detection instruments. His face showed an unconcealable mix of excitement and nervousness.

The proud Mage was now gladly serving as an apprentice and gofer for the two Legendary Mages.

Not far away, Avril and Lillian were also standing there.

Raylo took one last look at his territory, then turned and gave a slight nod to Coal Ball on his shoulder.

"Let’s begin."

Coal Ball stood up, its small body leaning back slightly, and then opened its mouth.

A spatial rift over two meters tall, its edges crackling with silver arcs of electricity, appeared out of thin air before the group, without a sound.

On the other side of the rift was a desolate, deathly silent void.

A stench of rot and decay seeped from the rift, making the crisp morning air turn oppressive and heavy.

This was the gate to the Doomsday World.

Raylo took a deep breath and was the first to step into that unknown void.

The two Legendary Mages and Master Barnaby followed close behind.

...

Perhaps because this world was collapsing, passing through the spatial rift was far from a comfortable journey.

Unlike previous trips through spatial gaps, this one came with a disorienting, tearing sensation.

Raylo felt as if all color had been drained from his vision, turning into chaotic lines and patches, while his ears were filled with a sharp, silent ringing.

It was as if his entire being had been stuffed into a constantly tumbling grindstone, his body and soul both enduring immense pressure.

Even as a Domain Level expert, he felt waves of dizziness and nausea.

When his feet finally felt solid ground, the nauseating, tearing sensation abruptly vanished.

Raylo let out a muffled grunt, steadied himself, and immediately scanned his surroundings.

They were standing on a barren, grayish-brown, rocky landscape.

There was no vegetation on the ground, only jagged, strange rocks and a thick layer of dust, as if it had not been touched by life for eons.

The air was thin and cold, carrying the metallic, rusty tang of dust. Every breath sent a slight stinging pain through his chest.

The sky was dim. There was no Sun, no moon, no Stars.

The only source of light came from the massive, smoldering remnants of Continents floating in the distant void.

They were like colossal floating islands, moving slowly through the darkness. Silent flashes of electricity occasionally burst from their edges—the final Wailing of collapsing Law.

Master Barnaby was the last one out. The moment he landed, he bent over and began to retch violently.

His face was deathly pale, and he gasped for air, clearly not yet recovered from the aftereffects of the Space Travel.

The two Legendary Mages were in slightly better condition, but they didn’t look well either.

Mage Wendel stared at the broken world in the distance. His usual arrogance and sarcasm were completely gone, replaced by nothing but a sigh.

Mage Delin, on the other hand, closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly. He reached out his hand, as if to touch the intangible currents flowing through this space.

"The Law... is in disarray. It’s collapsing."

"When this world’s Law vanishes completely, this world will truly die..."

he murmured, his voice filled with a mournful pity.