We traveled through time together, but I'm the only dragon? The others are all beautiful girls?

"Instead of returning to the human world and being endlessly hunted by those White Church Lloyd Knights. After all, you can't stay in this world forever."

As she said this, a hint of worry crept into her voice.

"Moreover, in this world, dragons are the greatest enemies of the gods. After all, it was only after the gods overthrew the rule of the ancient dragons and wiped them out of this world that they were able to establish this so-called Age of Fire."

This is indeed a problem.

Given the current state of Lordran, the gods' control over that land has essentially come to a standstill.

The era of Dark Souls 1 is completely different from the era of Dark Souls 3.

The most notable point is that the 'King's Soul,' which serves as the source of power, still exists in the era of Dark Souls 1.

This resulted in the other gods, apart from Gwyn's faction, not being particularly enthusiastic about linking the fire. However, they also did not directly and explicitly resist it.

After all, Ornstein, the leader of the Four Horsemen, who displayed unparalleled strength second only to Gwyn, the Sun King, and the Firstborn Son of the Sun during the Dragon Hunt, is still alive!

Moreover, although the Firstborn of the Sun, who was exiled by Gwyn, has long since disappeared, no one can be sure whether the former 'Sun God of War' will return if they were to actually overthrow Gwyndolin's rule over Anor Londo.

Therefore, the gods' attitude toward linking the fire is extremely ambiguous—didn't your Gwyn faction leave behind the divine oracle that "when the Undead of Destiny ring the bell of awakening, they will know their true mission"?

So the gods imprisoned all the undead in the Undead Asylum, which was the closest to the northern land of Lordran but isolated from the world.

And then seal this "oracle," letting so-called "fate" decide everything.

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: 25. The Undead Asylum Demon (Part 1)

In the opening map of the game Dark Souls, the Undead Asylum's final boss—the Undead Asylum Demon, the gatekeeper of the Pilgrims' Hall—is a formidable opponent. For novice players, it's extremely difficult to defeat the boss on their first attempt using only the initial Broken Sword, without joining the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect.

A small number of players will choose to persevere and hone their pedicure skills.

Most players choose to go through the passage on the left side of the pilgrimage hall, obtain the weapon and items corresponding to their starting rank, and then go up to the second-floor terrace.

There, wait for the right moment to unleash a special falling attack on the demons roaming below, forcibly reducing their health by nearly half. This usually results in successfully defeating the BOSS, obtaining the ancient key to open the Pilgrim's Gate, and the special item that allows the undead to return to normal from their zombie state—[Humanity].

The form of [Humanity] is a black crystal with a faint white glow at the edges. It is a fragment of the Dark Lord's Soul, a gift given to all dwarves by the original dwarf king—in the world of Dark Souls, dwarves are the gods' name for humans.

Once the pilgrimage hall doors are opened and the cliff is reached, the giant raven will lead the undead to the legendary Lordran—the land of ancient kings and the world of gods.

However, in the real world, there is no setting where the door cannot be opened from here and one can only take a detour or find the key. Akalion can take Eleanor directly across mountains and rivers to reach any corner of Lordland.

Even in the game, there are undead NPCs who can reach Lordran without passing through this place.

But, it has come.

In any case, killing the Undead Asylum demons was effortless for Akalion, and he could also obtain the precious "humanity," which was the key to whether Eleanor could temporarily get rid of this ugly, withered, and disgusting undead body and regain her human form through the campfire ritual.

"Please leave it to me to handle."

Eleanor's voice was calm, yet contained an undeniable resolve. She stopped Akalion from taking action—he was about to use a skillless, full-speed dragon ram to kill the Undead Asylum demon outright.

"I need to fight it to make my long-numbed body remember what the concept of 'fighting' really is!"

"?"

Akalion's massive dragon head tilted slightly, its deep gray dragon eyes fixed intently on Eleanor's petite figure. She was probably barely over 1.6 meters tall.

But the enemy she was about to face was a large enemy that was nearly six meters tall.

The size difference is so great that it renders any logic ineffective.

"You...how do you plan to defeat it?"

He unconsciously scratched his dragon horn with the tips of his claws, which were covered with fine scales, creating a slight scraping sound.

"Don't tell me you're planning to solve this using the methods from a game. You need to understand, this is reality, not a game programmed into existence. You don't have any weapons, not even the most basic broken sword. And the alleyway in the pilgrimage hall might not be prepared with weapons corresponding to your origin, as it's supposed to be."

"Even if they did, would the Undead Asylum demons be stupid enough to just watch you jump off the second-floor balcony and blow their heads off?"

His voice was deep, and every word seemed to rekindle Eleanor's newly formed confidence.

"Most importantly, do you possess a treasure like the 'Elemental Bottle' that grants immortality?"

"..."

The weight of reality pressed down on Eleanor's soul in an instant. Her newly formed confidence deflated rapidly, like a punctured balloon.

"How will you know if you don't try?"

This isn't about showing off; Eleanor needs to recover her fighting strength as soon as possible to protect herself. Lordland is no peaceful place.

"Anyway, I'm not really going to die."

For the undead, death is not the end, but merely a return to the campfire where they last lingered, where they are resurrected, losing their humanity and all their unused souls in the process.

“…Alright!” Akalion thought it over carefully and finally chose to compromise. He felt that his immense power was enough as a final insurance policy to cover this reckless challenge. Besides, this was 'my' request, and 'I' wouldn't do anything pointless and arrogant.

"Just watch it!"

The moment she received permission, Eleanor's courage surged again, and a glimmer of self-confidence seemed to appear in her lifeless red eyes.

"My swordsmanship, archery, and horsemanship are all highly praised, even by my father, who is a paragon of knights! I am strong enough to serve as an elite knight of the kingdom."

"Are you sure it's not because he's your father?" Akalion retorted without any attempt to hide his sarcasm, showing no regard for her newly established self-esteem.

If Eleanor had been imprisoned here at the age of twenty, her words might have been somewhat credible. But at fourteen—even if she had begun training while still in the womb—it would be impossible for her to have reached an adult level.

No matter how gifted one may be, the limitations of a mortal's physical age still objectively exist.

"—"

These words were like a spark falling into dry tinder, completely igniting the flame of 'resentment' in Eleanor's heart.

She wanted to let 'me' witness her fighting prowess firsthand!

With Akalion's help, the Undead Asylum demon was lashed off the broken roof of the Pilgrims' Hall with a single tail lash, while Eleanor was gently set down.

She first picked up the rusty iron ring in the corner, a ring that could eliminate the effects of unfavorable terrain on the wearer's movement.

With this ring, Eleanor could walk on any terrain with ease.

This ring can be taken into Eleanor's possession—weapons and tools that can be used by the undead are basically formed from the obsessions of their souls, so that they can be taken into the body of the undead.

It's somewhat inferior to the simple personal space of Eleanor, since Eleanor can only accommodate things related to the soul.

Even so, it was enough to make Akalion deeply envious.

He really longed to have a spatial artifact!

It's really troublesome to have to carry a huge, sturdy basket to the mine every time.

Eleanor immediately put on the ring and then crept up behind a zombie soldier who had been drawn by the commotion of Akalion's landing. Before it could make a move, she delivered a clean, swift punch to the zombie's lower back.

"boom!"

The zombie soldier was instantly sent flying backward, crashing into the wall and sliding to the ground like a painting hanging there, completely still. She was lucky; she had both armor and a straight sword.

Perched on the roof, Akalion poked out a huge dragon head. Watching Eleanor's clean and efficient movements, he joked, "Are you some kind of martial arts master who can strike people like they're paintings?"

"This is the power of transformation. In this world, 'belief' itself can be transformed into real and tangible power!"

As Eleanor spoke, she began to put on the Soul Obsession equipment that had fallen from the undead soldier without any hesitation, her tone carrying a hint of pride.

"Back then, when I proposed the 'National Martial Arts'—a fantasy power system from before my transmigration—within the kingdom, the kingdom's knights quickly mastered the levels from 'Ming Jin' to 'An Jin' in a very short time. Among them, the most talented few even directly leaped to the realm of 'Hua Jin'."

This is not an exaggeration.

Miracles, one of the power systems in the Dark Souls world, is the best embodiment of the power of belief.

Even though the eldest son of the sun who created the miracle of the lightning spear has long been erased from history and his existence has been wiped out, as long as faith remains, believers can still wield that golden lightning.

"I wonder if they've properly passed on my martial arts philosophy after I left." Eleanor swung her straight sword, quickly slaying several undead soldiers before nodding in satisfaction. "Very good, the feeling is coming back!"

"You'd better keep a close eye on me!"

Eleanor's voice, like a trickle breaking free from eternal ice, carried a hint of past pride. She raised her head, its surface covered in withered lines, and gazed at the dragon coiled on the roof. A stiff, almost unconscious smile unconsciously curved her lips, and in that instant, Akalion felt she had come alive.

"My years as a princess weren't just about enjoying life in a castle!"

"—"

Akalion responded swiftly, his deafening voice echoing through the empty courtyard.

"You can go and challenge that Undead Asylum demon now. I will be watching you closely, witnessing every moment of your life with my dragon eyes."

"Is that loud voice meant to encourage me?" Eleanor stared intently at Akalion for a moment. She didn't ask, but silently turned around and strode quickly toward the terrace on the second floor of the pilgrimage hall.

As Akalion watched Eleanor's retreating figure, her smile kept replaying in his mind. He had been so loud earlier not for anything else, but for this very reason.

Akalion discovered a fact that horrified him.

That was the moment when Eleanor looked up at him, her lips forming that stiff curve, when he actually felt that the smiling face of that living corpse, covered in lividity and withered wrinkles, also had an indescribable 'moving' quality.

That was no illusion. He was certain of it.

Is this the unique aesthetic ability of the true dragon, capable of appreciating the most fundamental beauty of all things? Capable of seeing through the superficial beauty and ugliness of the world, reaching the true essence of the soul?

That's why there are so many kinds of dragon descendants.

But this is... far too bizarre.

Furthermore, in the new version of D&D, most so-called Dragonborn are not born from pure bloodline reproduction, but rather from the dissipation of the dragon's immense power, which has a profound impact on the surrounding environment and life forms, thus creating creatures.

Or is it because everyone is a "Blue Heir"?

It was that soul resonance originating from the original "I" that allowed Akalion to perceive Eleanor's soul essence, which, despite endless despair, had never been completely extinguished, thus transcending the appearance of this living corpse.

Forget it.

Akalion shook his massive dragon head, attempting to escape the philosophical sea that was about to engulf him.

Now, the most important thing is to focus on Eleanor's battle.

In this suffocatingly realistic world, what if the death penalty mechanism for the undead is different from that in the game world?! He must prepare for the worst and be ready to intervene at any time.

It's better to stay alive if you can avoid it.

In the game, Kirk the Needle Knight was killed three times by the Undead of Destiny, but he still died.

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Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: 26. The Undead Asylum Demon (Part 2)

To directly challenge such a large enemy would undoubtedly be pure recklessness.

Eleanor has a confidence in her own strength stemming from the past, but this confidence is not the same as irrational arrogance.

After careful observation, she discovered that the Undead Asylum demons behaved in a very rigid manner, completely lacking any sense of life, and were more like a well-made wind-up doll. This made it possible for the attack that fell from the sky in the game to be realized.

Akalion's massive dragon form, like a silent black mountain, perched atop the dilapidated dome of the pilgrimage hall. His gaze, like two invisible searchlights, was fixed unwaveringly on the petite figure in the courtyard below—Eleanor.

Her figure, like a ghost in the night, appeared silently on the edge of the already decaying terrace on the second floor.

Below, the Undead Asylum demon, stunned by the fall, seemed to finally notice this tiny intruder. Its ferocious head, with its enormous horns, slowly rose like a rusty winch, its two crimson points of light, burning with chaotic fury, locking onto Eleanor, a being it saw as fragile as an ant.

It's now!

Without the slightest hesitation, without a moment's pause, in the instant her gaze met that menacing light, Eleanor's body transformed into an arrow released from a bow. Holding her straight sword, she leaped fearlessly from the edge of the second-floor terrace towards the Undead Asylum demon below!

Her target was not the indestructible head, but the relatively vulnerable area, which, if hit, could have a fatal effect—the junction of the demon's shoulder and spine: the scapular region.

"roar--!?"

The rudimentary mindset of the Undead Asylum demon seemed completely unprepared for this suicidal attack. Its combat program appeared to contain only a monotonous pattern: crushing enemies head-on, wielding a giant hammer, or leaping up to turn enemies into mincemeat with its weight.

It simply couldn't understand the point of such a suicidal attack launched from above, like a moth drawn to a flame. After all, there are no footholds in mid-air, and once attacked, there is no chance to fight back.

The Undead Asylum demon raised its massive hammer, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, attempting to smash this tiny insect, who dared to challenge its majesty, into a bloody pulp along with her audacious courage.

However, Eleanor fell much faster than her sluggish reaction could have.

"Pfft——!"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing skin and penetrating deep into flesh was dull yet clear, sounding particularly jarring in the deathly silent courtyard.

Eleanor's straight sword plunged deep into the trapezius muscle of the Undead Asylum demon's shoulder blade without any resistance. Without pausing, she twisted the blade violently within the demon's body with a sudden burst of strength!

"Woohoooo ...

The Undead Asylum demon let out a agonizing roar powerful enough to shatter eardrums; the tangible sound waves nearly ripped the already crumbling dome of the pilgrimage hall from its ceiling. Countless specks of dust and rubble fell like a mournful rain for this bloody battle.

The intense, soul-deep pain caused its massive body to shake wildly, trying to shake off the tiny being on its head that brought endless agony.

But Eleanor had already grabbed the demon's horns and drawn her straight sword, and before the enormous force could throw her away, she deftly leaped off the demon's shoulder.