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Stella roared loudly again, her voice becoming even more pained, while the dragon-shaped phantom behind her swayed and struggled.

"No, Stella's mental state is starting to break down."

Judging from the current situation, Stella's awakening process is taking a bit too long. About fifteen minutes have passed since she left and returned, but Stella's awakening is not over yet.

The agonizing fifteen minutes of torment and the mental anguish were almost too much for Stella to bear.

"That's not okay."

"It would be troublesome if it got interrupted halfway through."

This is Stella's process of transforming into a stronger being. According to Makoto Haramura's estimation, the reason why Stella did not fully awaken her abilities at the beginning was not only because she did not have a clear understanding of her own superpowers, but also because her physical condition was insufficient when she was young, and her superpowers controlled the degree of their awakening.

Unlike other superpowers, the awakening of a dragon's superpower requires a strong physique.

If Stella had fully awakened as a child, it probably wouldn't have been as simple as just a skin burn.

At best, it will ruin your life; at worst, it could burn you to death.

Even Stella now is barely doing well.

If this attempt fails, it will likely be impossible for me to awaken successfully for a very long time, or perhaps forever.

After all, such pain would leave a great shadow on Stella's mental health.

"What should we do? Should we take a gamble?"

Looking at the swaying phantom of the fire dragon and the pained Stella, Makoto Haramura hesitated for a moment.

There's nothing external that can help Stella right now; she has to get through this on her own. But that doesn't mean there's nothing that can be done.

Stella's mental state is on the verge of collapse, so Makoto Haramura only needs to rebuild her mental support.

That way, she can survive this trial.

But what does this mean?

This means that he will have to come into contact with Stella's current source of fire without any resistance, and he cannot use his superpowers to touch Stella with his physical body.

"It's not a matter of gambling or not. If I don't act now, I'm not a real man."

The moment the words fell.

Makoto Haramura had already crossed the ground, which had been turned into ruins due to Stella's magical rampage, and arrived in front of Stella.

Without the slightest hesitation or reservation, he extended his hand.

He passed through the scorching light that had turned from red to yellow and grabbed the trembling wrist directly.

"Stella..."

"Concentrate and try to control your body's strength. I'll be with you."

Makoto Haramura's voice seemed to possess the power to strike straight to the heart, reaching Stella's mind, who was on the verge of completely losing her mind due to her mania.

"The Stella I know wouldn't give up because of this kind of pain, would she?"

"I know that because of your transformation into a dragon, the magic and power within you have changed drastically and you can't control them well."

"But you are Stella. You must have overcome this kind of difficulty once when you were little."

Makoto Haramura's words kept echoing in Stella's mind.

The pupils, which had been completely congested and turned bloodshot, seemed to gradually lose their color and regain their clarity.

Yes, I am Stella!

At that time, in order to become a powerful Blademaster, to become a pillar and a pillar of the Kingdom of Familion, she endured the pain of flames burning her flesh and blood, and honed herself for three long years.

It's just a little more painful than last time, so why am I acting so pathetic now?

This still makes Cheng worry.

I doubt my expression looks pretty good right now.

"Don't be afraid, don't be anxious."

"Try to control the flow of magic as if you were controlling your own arms or limbs, and make the dragon's power completely your own."

"Believe in yourself, and believe in me."

"I would never hurt you, I will always stay by your side."

That's right, I can't let everyone down.

I need this strength to achieve my dreams.

I can't let Cheng down either; Cheng has always been with me.

Stella finally calmed down completely. The last trace of bloodshot in her pupils finally disappeared, and the figure of Makoto Haramura standing in front of her was fully reflected in her eyes.

"what--"

This is no longer a cry of pain, but a cry to cheer oneself up.

The red light shimmering from the crystal on her forehead no longer flickered, but gradually decreased in frequency, eventually settling down and transforming into the shape of a subdued ruby.

The raging magic around her gradually became orderly, and the light and heat emanating from Stella slowly subsided with the pulse, no longer becoming violent, but fluctuating in an orderly and rhythmic manner.

"It really worked."

Makoto Haramura suddenly smiled.

From the very beginning, Makoto Haramura firmly believed that Stella would succeed. There might be some difficulties and hardships along the way, but there was no doubt that the protagonist would succeed.

This is a world where one's destiny is determined by talent and ability.

Stella, born with the world's strongest magic, was destined to be a pivotal figure in this world.

Such figures are favored by the world.

Opportunities that others find difficult to obtain, they can easily acquire simply by getting injured or getting into trouble.

Skills that others struggle to master and learn can be acquired with just a flash of inspiration for these darlings.

"Hahaha……"

Finally, Stella collapsed to the ground, as if all her strength had given out.

Stella was breathing heavily, but unlike before, it wasn't all pain.

"How are you, Stella?"

Makoto Haramura was also a little curious and immediately asked Stella.

The awakening situations were not entirely the same. At that time, he had the assistance of the power of the White Yaksha, so his awakening went quite smoothly.

He also heard that when Nishikyo Ningyin first awakened her gravity manipulation, she almost completely crushed her internal organs.

However, when you can control it, you can walk freely within your own gravity field.

So he was also very curious about what Stella felt like now that her power as a dragon had been fully awakened.

"I'm not entirely sure; we're only barely managing to control it right now."

Stella raised her tired eyes.

"We've only managed to get the heat back in, and it's still very uncomfortable inside my body."

"But the feeling of power is very real."

Although Stella looked exhausted, a light swipe of her fist still produced a powerful sonic boom.

"As expected of a dragon."

Makoto Haramura nodded to himself.

Although Stella's attack didn't land properly, he could still clearly feel the power it conveyed.

Speed ​​can generate power.

Conversely, force can also drive speed.

Makoto Haramura was quite certain that if Stella's fist had hit the ground, the surrounding ground would probably have collapsed.

But this is what a dragon truly is.

Only such power is the dragon's special ability.

"But, then again."

"Did I do all of this around here?"

Stella was completely exhausted and collapsed to the ground, her eyes scanning her surroundings as she frowned and asked.

How should I describe it?

Using "utter chaos" and "ruins" seems a bit too conservative, but Stella really couldn't think of a more deplorable adjective.

She still vaguely remembered what she looked like when she first arrived in the afternoon.

The cabin is a campsite surrounded by a lawn and tall trees.

What now?

All the buildings and furnishings have vanished completely, as if they had never existed at all. They have disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace of their existence.

The lawn has also disappeared, and now all that remains is bare dirt ground.

On the soil surface, there seemed to be some kind of black substance evenly distributed.

The truly tragic scene can only be seen in the surrounding forest.

The branches that originally grew from the lush canopy have all been broken off. Not only that, some large trees that are clearly over forty or fifty years old have also been broken off.

Even a typhoon passing through probably wouldn't cause such a devastating scene.

Stella is amazing.

"The residual power from the awakening alone completely shattered a guy who wanted to ambush you."

"it is as expected."

Stella was not pleased by Haramura Makoto's praise; instead, she frowned and seemed to forget her fatigue for the moment. She sat up and grabbed Haramura Makoto's hand.

"I just remember the temperature around me was quite high. How dare you grab me empty-handed in that situation? Don't you want your hands anymore?"

She remembers this very clearly.

When I was at my lowest point and about to give up, it was this big hand that held mine, conveyed his words to me, and helped me pull through.

"Why don't you take care of yourself?"

Stella hurriedly examined Makoto Haramura's hands.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, it seems like nothing's wrong."

"I don't know why, Stella, your flames don't seem to have hurt me."

Makoto Haramura pulled his hand back, then went to Stella's side and squatted down.

"Even in that state, Stella was still deliberately avoiding hurting me."

"You? Really?"

Stella was confused by Haramura Makoto's words, but she really couldn't find any burn marks on Haramura Makoto's body.

(Have I really fallen for Makoto to this extent? Subconsciously, I'm protecting him.)

The more Stella thought about it, the redder her face became.

But at that moment, Makoto Haramura walked up to Stella and squatted down.

"Let's go back first. Once we get back, we can work together to control our powers."

Chapter 084 My Car

Were you watching from the side just now?

Blood gushed out like a spring from the arm-sized hole, and the man breathed unevenly.

There were three holes in total, and blood had already flowed all over the ground. If an ordinary person were in this situation, they would probably have fainted from excessive blood loss.

But the man named Kurogane Ohma remained indifferent, his expression showing no sign of anything amiss.

"I was just passing by anyway, so it doesn't really matter whether I come out or not."