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

He carefully placed her back on his back, then, hovering in mid-air, let out a deafening roar with a volume powerful enough to shatter mountains:

"Are you stupid?!"

Eleanor trembled at his sudden rage, her bright red eyes instantly welling up with tears as she looked at Akalion with a pitiful expression, her voice barely audible:

"Didn't you say... Superman—"

Before she could finish speaking, Akalion abruptly interrupted her with an even more ferocious roar.

"That's 'similar'! Similar! And you'll still die even if you jump off Superman's arms!"

Akalion's voice was now even louder and more violent than when he discovered he could feel a strange attraction to Eleanor in her undead form! He could clearly feel his heart pounding violently with fear and rage.

"If you really fall from here, even if you're immortal, you'll still 'plop' and smash into an unrecognizable puddle of mud! Understand?!"

"Oh……"

Eleanor was intimidated by his unprecedentedly stern tone and could only weakly respond, daring not to say another word.

But her fear, stemming from the dragon's wrath, did not last long.

After a brief silence, when a strangely shaped cloud drifted into view, Eleanor's heart, which had just calmed down, was once again uncontrollably occupied by her childlike curiosity.

After enduring an imprisonment that lasted far too long, even light was stingy with its gifts, she developed an intense, even greedy, desire to explore everything in this world that she had once taken for granted.

“Akaleion, look at that cloud. Its shape is so unique, like a little dog running. It's so beautiful. Can you fly closer so I can touch it?”

She pleaded in a weak, hesitant voice, as if afraid that Akalion would cruelly reject her small wish.

"Even if you touch it, it's just a phantom formed by condensed cold water vapor, and it won't have the soft, thick feel like cotton candy that you imagine. In essence, it's just another form of 'qi'."

Akalion's voice calmly and evenly stated this cold physical fact.

However, his enormous dragon wings had already adjusted the angle of flight, carrying Eleanor, and slowly approached the cloud she had pointed out.

This was my childhood wish—to touch the clouds in the sky with my own hands, to feel the lightness and freedom of floating in the sky.

Unfortunately, this wish was only fulfilled after he traveled to this bizarre world and transformed into a giant dragon soaring through the sky.

Eleanor stretched out her hand, now restored to its fair and slender state, and gently grasped a handful of light, floating clouds. Just as Akalion had said, the touch was ethereal, cold, and damp; it was merely a cluster of moisture that quickly dissipated between her fingers, leaving no trace.

However, a bright and radiant smile, unlike anything she had ever seen before, bloomed on her face.

"Boom!"

She turned around and gently placed a slightly damp and cool kiss on the cold, hard, dark gray scales covering Akalion's back.

"Thank you, 'I'."

"You're welcome. This is also fulfilling a wish that 'I' was unable to realize in the past."

Akalion's deep voice carried a subtle, complex emotion, while Eleanor's voice sounded liberating.

He slightly increased his flying speed, and above the vast, boundless clouds that resembled an inverted sea, he seemed to be able to vaguely see the outline of Rodran, the legendary original abode of the gods, the land of the ancient kings, which was said to float above the world.

“Speaking of which, Akalion,” Eleanor lay back on Akalion’s broad, warm back, feeling the reassuring, steady heartbeat transmitted through his scales, her arms and legs swinging haphazardly back and forth on his back like a child, “have you ever thought carefully about how you came to my world from that dark space?”

"Regarding the principle of time travel, the most likely possibility at present is the exchange of bodily fluids between us." Akalion had certainly considered this crucial question, as it concerned the most core connection between 'Blue Heirs' and the possibility of future development. "Simply put, your and my actions in that space were mainly 'internal,' while Ying, since we didn't know we wouldn't get hurt in the dark space the first time, mainly focused on 'external' actions to avoid causing any potential harm."

“I see.” Eleanor’s eyes brightened slightly, and she patted Akalion’s back gently with an approving tone of shared understanding, making a soft sound. “You think so too. Your ‘body fluid’—or rather, the ‘medium’ that carries you—if it is outside ‘my’ body, then it is ‘me’ going to your world. Conversely, if it is inside ‘my’ body, then it is you coming to my world.”

This vulgar explanation is the most reasonable at the moment, but Akalion still feels that it's not quite like that.

“Before, Ying mentioned that she would have a clear ‘premonition’ on a soul level before she disappeared from your world and returned to the ‘seal’ where she was.” Eleanor gazed at the boundless sky, her tone becoming serious. “Do you have that feeling now?”

"I feel there are about five to seven days left."

Akalion spoke, his tone suddenly becoming serious.

"I think, for safety's sake, it would be better if you changed back into your previous zombie form."

"What if, in this world, someone hits me with a 'Lloyd's Amulet'—"

In the real world, the amulet named after the White Lord Lloyd has far more power than simply preventing the undead from restoring health through flasks, as depicted in the game!

According to Eleanor's own description, the Lloyd Amulet can put the undead into a coma and a state of exhaustion. It will only slightly weaken the power of powerful individuals, but those are basically heroes who have lived in the world for a long time, and it is hard to say whether it will hit.

Eleanor is not yet on the verge of becoming a hero.

For specific strength details, please refer to the names of soul items in the game that can be consumed to obtain soul points.

Eleanor's current level is above the Soul of a Warrior.

That is, 7400 soul points, but you can't rely on that for actual combat power.

The amount of souls provided in the real world is much less than in the game. The Undead Asylum Demon only provides around 1200 souls, while the number of souls provided by undead and undead soldiers fluctuates around 5. Undead soldiers may reach 6 or 7, while undead may not even provide 1.

"When that time comes, I will immediately activate the power of the 'Dark Ring' and forcibly return to the campfire! There will be no Muzan-like ending."

Eleanor smiled nonchalantly, reaching out to gently stroke her now smooth cheeks. She knew she was beautiful; her beauty was already widely known during her lifetime, and countless nobles had tried to arrange marriages with her, but her father had turned them all down.

"Besides, don't forget, I don't have an 'Elemental Bottle'—a treasure that makes people immortal. Even if it gets hit and becomes undrinkable, so what!"

These words immediately reminded Akalion of something.

"In the setting of Dark Souls 3, there exists a 'Blue Vial' that can restore 'Focus Points'—that is, spellcasting energy. Does it exist in the real world of Dark Souls 1?"

In Dark Souls 1, spellcasting is similar to that of a sorcerer in D&D, requiring the use of memory slots to memorize spells, and there is a limit to the number of times a spell can be cast.

While the Dark Souls 3 era also uses memory slots to remember spells, it has become a mana bar mage that casts spells by consuming 'Focus'.

Have you heard similar rumors?

“No.” Eleanor shook her head slightly, her tone tinged with regret. “My country doesn’t have a close relationship with the White Cult. Nor is it a powerful nation like Astra, Kalim, or Catarina. We know very little about the Undead.”

“Never mind—” Akalion stopped asking questions and refocused his attention on the flight ahead; they were almost at Firelink Shrine.

Completely different from the one in the game, the Firelink Shrine before us is much more complete and vaster, almost a colossal circular complex capable of easily accommodating tens of thousands of beings, or even a small city-state.

Its magnificent structure and imposing presence reveal the past glory of this place—this is the key to the [Primordial Fire] that sustains the entire era, and the original and most sacred starting point of this entire Age of Fire, and this is the proper posture it should be.

Games inevitably have to make trade-offs for gameplay; it's impossible to construct a world at a 1:1 scale with real-world dimensions.

But compared to the disheartened "Disheartened Guy" in the game, who sat listlessly by the campfire, the core area of ​​the Firelink Shrine in reality, apart from the Fire Keeper imprisoned in the underground dungeon, basically only has that giant raven, curled up on the broken altar like a small black mountain, still existing there.

But this giant raven seemed to be immersed in a beautiful, long sleep. Its jet-black wings, like silk soaked in the eternal night, were tightly folded at its sides. It did not show the slightest reaction to the arrival of Akalion, the 'descendant of the ancient dragon'.

Let's assume it's harmless for now, since it's one of the few characters in the game that runs away instead of fighting back when attacked by undead.

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: 29. Firelink Shrine

Akalion surveyed the entire Firelink Shrine, diligently searching for any potentially overlooked corners.

In the game, the Firelink Shrine is the safest place for players—the Undead of Destiny—but Eleanor is not an Undead of Destiny, and this is reality, so it's better to be cautious.

“There’s a message written on the edge of that campfire using ‘Orange Advice Wax Stone’.” Akalion’s deep gray dragon eyes stared at the orange glowing text beside the campfire. If the reality and the game settings weren’t too different, only ‘Orange Advice Wax Stone’ could have this effect.

Time in Lordran is constant, and visitors from the past and future gather here. However, because time in Lordran is constant while the time of outsiders is not, the undead have their own independent timelines. Although the undead's timelines have the potential to interact, they are very unstable and can only be somewhat stable around the campfire.

Only suggestions written using "humanity" as a medium can manifest in all immortal timelines.

The orange-suggested wax stone is a pen specifically designed for writing suggestions.

"What is it written about?"

Eleanor was very curious. She didn't have Akalion's dragon-like superhuman vision. It was already quite impressive that she could see the faint glow of the campfire. Before the undead lit the campfire, there were only a few tiny sparks on it.

Akalion glanced back at Eleanor, his massive dragon head swaying slightly, his voice tinged with obvious helplessness: "I don't know the language of this world. The first-circle spell 'Language Mastery' can help me understand, but I still need to come into contact with those characters before I can comprehend them."

“Ah—” Upon hearing this, Eleanor gave an embarrassed smile of realization, and subconsciously patted her forehead. “I forgot, the memories and knowledge of us ‘Blue Heirs’ cannot be shared.”

However, that slight embarrassment lasted less than a moment before being replaced by an even stronger desire to explore. The next instant, she reached out and forcefully patted Akalion's broad back, covered in hard scales, her voice filled with eager excitement:

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go down and take a look! Maybe there are clues to important 'intelligence' recorded up there!"

[To all lost undead who have arrived here: proceed to the courtyard of the Black Forest as soon as possible to pay homage to our King! Those who disobey the King's summons, ring the bell without authorization, or kill the Fire Keeper will be considered enemies of our King and will be executed without mercy!]

"Such an arrogant tone."

As Elinor repeated the advice word by word, a hint of amusement flashed in Akalion's deep gray dragon eyes.

The fact that someone would dare to issue such an almost decree-like order to all the undead who could reach Lordran suggests three possibilities.

The first possibility is that he is a powerful being capable of crushing all forces.

The second possibility is that he is a fool with a severely distorted perception of his own power.

The third possibility is that he is a madman who combines the characteristics of both of the above.

Considering that this unknown king dared to establish his rule in the cursed homeland of the ancient kingdom of Ulashiru, which was completely destroyed by the Abyss—the Black Forest Courtyard—it is very likely the third possibility.

Even without the Abyss, the Black Forest Courtyard is not a pleasant place.

"Is that all?" Akalion tilted his dragon head slightly. There were many more suggestions, so why didn't Eleanor continue repeating them?

“No…” Eleanor’s delicate brows furrowed tightly, as if she were pondering some extremely complex and unsolvable puzzle. “What follows is not an order, but an announcement. An announcement to all the undead who wish to travel to the Black Forest Court to see ‘Our King’, of a relatively safe route. But…”

Her voice carried a hint of confusion and gravity that she could hardly conceal. Eleanor simply couldn't imagine which human king in the world could be so powerful as to rule over Lordran.

Leaving aside whether the undead would obey, the very question of whether the undead's individual timelines could be reconciled is a major headache for any ordinary ruler.

Without power comparable to that of a god, such a thing is simply impossible.

But if such a formidable character, who is beyond the norm, were to appear, would those high and mighty gods remain indifferent?

“Based on what I know, and combined with the content of the game,” Eleanor said slowly as she sat down beside Akalion’s dragon claw, “the only one who could possibly have done this is probably that ‘Knight King’ Runderl of Baldr.”

The ancient kingdom of Baldur, at its peak, was arguably the most powerful mortal kingdom in the world.

Even Sollund, the kingdom of the White Faith, would likely be unable to directly confront it in terms of pure military strength and national size. Furthermore, the 'Knight King' Rendel himself, whose martial prowess and strategic brilliance are celebrated by countless bards, is so formidable that even the claws of a giant dragon cannot budge him in the slightest.

The power and status of currency circulating among people is enough to glimpse its influence.

The gold coin is inscribed with the white patriarch god Lloyd, the silver coin with the knight king Rendel, and the lowest value bronze coin with the inscription with Makaroi, the god of wine and medicine who is widely worshipped among the people.

Aside from Rendel, the other two are genuine gods.

He, a mortal king, was able to stand alongside gods on currency, a symbol of value and power, demonstrating the immense strength and exalted status he held.

However, this once glorious and powerful kingdom suffered annihilation overnight.

The majority of the people of the Kingdom of Baldell, including King Randall himself, have been afflicted by the curse of the undead.

The former glory and prosperity, like a castle on the beach, vanished in an instant under the tide of curses.

Baldur was thus destroyed.

King Runder, however, did not succumb to despair. He led his remaining sane undead citizens, along with a few loyal followers who were not yet cursed, on the old road to the land of the ancient kings, hoping to find a way to break the intractable curse.

In the game, Knight King Runderl successfully rang two 'Awakening Bells', opening the gates of the only road to the royal city of Arnorond—the ancient city of Sein.

However, he and his knights ultimately fell in that ancient city filled with Miyazaki's malice, before the final threshold leading to Arnorond. But in reality, it's hard to say.

"Only after the fall of the Kingdom of Baldr did our knights truly have the chance to resound throughout the world," Eleanor said with a hint of helplessness. "Our knights, while also valuing virtue and honor, are far inferior to the knights of Baldr in terms of pure martial virtue. Moreover, almost every knight of Baldr is equipped with magical gear forged using the kingdom's secret arts, which greatly enhances their physical defense—a difference in 'standards' that is almost insurmountable."

As she said this, a faint but incredibly genuine smile of pride quietly appeared on her face.

"However, in terms of casting technology, our kingdom far surpasses Baldr! The armor and weapons forged by our master craftsmen not only pursue the ultimate in beauty and elegance in appearance, but also achieve an amazing balance between practicality and protection. Their exquisite craftsmanship is so great that even the king and nobles of the world's top superpower, the Kingdom of Astra, have to pay a premium to purchase them from us."

"after--"

Her words came to an abrupt halt, like a fishbone stuck in her throat. Eleanor's smile froze instantly, and a deep, unsettling resentment flashed across her face.

She quickly suppressed the overwhelming negative emotions that threatened to consume her, and Eleanor raised her head again, giving Akalion a perfect smile.

"This suggestion could not have come from the forces of King Randall, who, like our country, highly value virtue."

"So what are your plans?" Akalion stared at Eleanor, seemingly oblivious to the abrupt end of his words and the fleeting expression on her face.

“Before making a decision, let’s thoroughly investigate the Firelink Shrine. If it’s truly safe, I’ll stay here permanently.” Eleanor’s gaze swept over the ruins. These damaged areas were only a small part of the entire Firelink Shrine; most of the buildings remained intact. “Perhaps we can even collect items and weapons from the game here.”

"Then I'll scout out the surrounding area for you from the sky."

Akalion bent his limbs, ready to leap into the air. His limbs were so strong that he could jump nearly ten times his own height, and his running speed was normally 120 kilometers per hour.

The increased aptitude of 'me' in the dark space, coupled with the residual influence of the extinguished divine spark, greatly enhanced him.

He now possesses physical attributes approaching those of an adult dragon even in his juvenile stage.

"Please, Akalion."

Eleanor nodded quickly. After receiving her affirmative response, Akalion did not hesitate any longer. He exerted force with his limbs, and his huge dragon body shot into the sky like a cannonball. At the same time, he flapped his dragon wings, and his giant sword-shaped tail suddenly burst out with a powerful stream of crimson energy. Almost instantly, his figure turned into a tiny black dot in the sky and quickly disappeared.

However, in Eleanor's perception, and in the perception of 'Blue Heir', he could still clearly sense Akalion's presence.

She didn't act immediately, but stood quietly in place until Akalion's last trace of existence completely disappeared from her perception range.