Mushoku Tensei: The Fool Magician

Roy's dragon transformation was far from complete, which allowed the red dragon to pierce through his scales with relative ease. Yet even in his imperfect form, Roy's raw physical prowess was terrifying. With a single pull, he dragged the red dragon from the sky, slamming it into the ground.

The crimson beast let out a piercing wail of anguish, clawing at Roy with its forelimbs as they became locked in a ferocious struggle.

Hearing the distressed cries, three more red dragons emerged from the distance, their wings slicing through the night. These newcomers varied in size, but even the smallest boasted a body length of eight meters.

Roy's claws tore through the wings of the struggling red dragon with ease, exposing pale, gleaming bones before sending the creature crashing back to the earth below.

The fallen red dragon lay dazed and battered, but Roy wasted no time, diving down once more to deliver a decisive blow.

High above, the other red dragons hovered, observing the scene below. The sight of their wounded kin stirred no pity. Instead, they began to channel their innate magic, gathering fiery energy into their maws. The air around them grew searing as the condensed flames swelled—preparing to unleash the dreaded Dragon Breath.

The temperature of the Dragon Breath alone was devastating, capable of annihilating even the hardiest of foes. A direct hit would undoubtedly obliterate Roy, whose incomplete transformation left him vulnerable to such an overwhelming attack.

The sky burned as the dragons unleashed their fiery breath. The inferno illuminated half the heavens, and waves of blistering heat surged forward, swallowing everything in their path.

But just as the searing flames reached Roy, he vanished. His black form dissolved into the blinding light, like snow melting under the sun.

The Dragon Breath scorched the ground below, leaving a massive crater surrounded by molten earth. The air shimmered with heat, the force of the attack scarring the once-pristine terrain.

The red dragons scanned the battlefield, their crimson eyes searching for any sign of Roy. Seeing nothing, they descended toward their fallen kin.

Then, a primal instinct screamed within them: danger!

Above them, the black dragon had reappeared, its wings stretched wide as it loomed in the heavens. From its maw, a torrent of energy began to coalesce—a Dragon Breath of its own.

Roy's body, already brimming with magical energy, now channeled even greater reserves thanks to his dragonized state. Elemental forces of wind, fire, water, and earth converged, compressing into a massive orb of volatile power.

Before the red dragons could react, Roy's dark Dragon Breath descended upon them. The chaotic torrent of magic surged downward, obliterating everything in its path with an unrelenting ferocity.

A deafening explosion tore through the night, its shockwave rippling across the Crimson Dragon Range. Black energy expanded outward, annihilating everything it touched before collapsing into a singular moment of devastation.

When the smoke cleared, the once-majestic peaks of the range had been reduced to rubble, half of the mountaintop obliterated. As for the red dragons, their remains were reduced to ash, scattered by the howling winds.

...

Far to the south of the range, a lone figure watched the aftermath of the explosion.

Silver-haired and golden-eyed, his chiseled features bore a cold, unyielding aura. Draped in a long white coat crafted from the scales of an ancient white dragon, his very presence radiated an overwhelming sense of dominance.

This was Orsted, the second among the Seven Great Powers, a being whose strength was unfathomable and whose reputation stood at the pinnacle of the world.

Orsted's gaze remained fixed on the horizon, where the residual shockwaves of the blast still lingered. His cold expression grew sharper as he spotted a figure soaring through the sky—Roy, with his obsidian wings slicing through the air.

"Incredible magic power... surpassing even Laplace," Orsted muttered, his voice devoid of emotion. "But where did this one come from?"

Lost in thought, Orsted's presence grew even more oppressive, his brooding contemplation adding weight to the surrounding air.

Truthfully, a part of him wanted to approach Roy. But the possibility of a confrontation gave him pause. A battle of that scale, so close to his current location, could not only drain his magical reserves but might also risk drawing unwanted attention.

He sighed. "Perhaps I'll let this little one go... for now. There will be time for that later."

Yet something in his instincts told him this encounter was far from over.

A rare smile curled at the corners of Orsted's lips, though it was anything but comforting. It carried no warmth—only a sense of foreboding that hinted at events yet to come.

Roy's current state wasn't ideal, and it seemed like his mind had been pulled into an illusion.

In this dreamlike world, Roy stood in the center, feeling disoriented as he looked around. The scene before him was entirely white, but not in the same way as before. The whiteness here was caused by a thick blanket of falling snow.

The world around him seemed draped in silver, with a pale, cold sun hanging on the horizon. Its faint rays failed to offer any warmth, and the biting winds cut across Roy's face, making his golden hair whip about. The chill on his cheeks was almost painful.

Roy's mind was spinning. Wasn't he supposed to be awakening his bloodline? How had he ended up here?

Had he fainted? No... that pain hadn't been severe enough to cause unconsciousness.

So, what was this place?

Snowflakes gently descended from the sky, landing on his face and quickly melting away. The cold touch of the snow sent a strange daze through Roy.

Not frozen in place, Roy started walking forward. The snow was deep and soft, with each step he took leaving a heavy print in the ground. The cold wind continued to sap the warmth from his body, and his fingers were beginning to numb, as though the blood in his veins had stopped moving. His entire body felt like ice.

The warmth from his breath quickly disappeared into the air, and with every deep breath of frigid air, his body lost more heat. His consciousness began to fade, as even his saliva seemed to freeze in his mouth, frost accumulating on his eyebrows.

But with each step, his eyes grew brighter, the fiery intensity in them burning ever hotter.

The snow began to fall harder and faster, quickly turning into a blizzard.

It's said that when a person freezes to death, they experience a final sense of warmth.

Roy's last thought was that he hoped to feel that warmth as he faded.

But it never came. The cold consumed him, and his senses grew dull.

From a distance, an eerie melody drifted through the air—an ancient, sorrowful tune that inexplicably made Roy's heart pound, a deep pain settling in his chest.

Though he couldn't understand the words, something about it felt deeply familiar, and soon, his mind seemed to translate the message:

"Awaken, King."

Roy stood dazed, unable to comprehend the message. But the next moment, the world around him spun violently, and the white landscape shattered into nothingness.

When Roy finally escaped the illusion, he found himself in a completely different place—one that was chaotic and desolate.

He gazed around in confusion, his mind still hazy as the scene before him blurred into focus. It was as though he was witnessing the end of the world—mountains collapsed, exposing the jagged rocks beneath.

In his hand, Roy held something unknown—a strange creature.

Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be a juvenile red dragon, about two meters long. Its scales seemed underdeveloped, and patches of its head were scorched, as though burned by fire.

The creature writhed in his grasp, its red eyes locking onto Roy's. There was defiance in its gaze, a silent vow to never yield.

Roy's fingers tightened, preparing to snap its neck.

But before he could act, the young dragon's head tilted, its body going limp.

What the hell?

The scene was so absurd that he didn't know what to say.

Roy gave the dragon a half-hearted slap on its red-scaled face, shaking his head in disbelief.

This creature was too weak. Couldn't it at least try to be like its parents?

After a brief pause, he decided to let it go—just kidding.

Roy felt a strange sense of familiarity with the situation, almost as though it reminded him of a question from his past life:

"You are an ancient hero, who has trained for twenty years and finally wiped out the family of your enemies. Just as you think the battle is over, you find one last child hiding in the corner."

His answer in that life had been: "I hid better than you did. The next time we meet, I'll kill you."

He turned to leave, taking a single step forward before abruptly turning back.

"We meet again. Damn it."

It was all about the surprise and shock.

cough In a way, the situation was rather similar to that question.

Anyway, Roy wasn't the type to show mercy.

The magical energy continued to compress and converge, as dark threads wrapped around each other, forming a black seed of magic.

The previously feigned lifelessness of the red dragon was quickly shattered as it began to struggle violently. Its front claws and hind limbs flailed wildly, but Roy effortlessly gripped its neck with one hand while lifting it into the air with the other.

With a thought, Roy sent the magic seed surging outward, wrapping the dragon in thick, binding strands. The dark threads, charged with malicious power, violently pierced the dragon's veins and began to spread through its body.

He tossed the magic seed onto the creature without a second glance. He had no attachment to the dragon—it was nothing more than a potential tool. If it succeeded, it would serve as his loyal minion. If it failed, its fate was sealed.

Roy paused, shifting his focus inward to assess his current state.

He deliberately withdrew from his draconic form. His condition wasn't as terrifying as before. Now, he was in a half-man, half-dragon state—his limbs taking on dragon-like features, but retaining much of his human form.

As he let go of the transformation, the scales on his body gradually vanished, and the searing heat he had felt earlier dissipated.

Roy raised his hand and stared at his arm, surprised by what he saw.

The calluses he had developed over years of sword training were gone, leaving his skin as smooth as polished jade.

"This… tsk."

He clicked his tongue in amazement, running his fingers over his cheek, his abdomen, and then back to his arm. His once-muscled frame—developed through years of rigorous training—had softened somewhat. He had always been the type whose physique was lean when clothed, but more solid beneath the surface. Now, his body was as if sculpted by the gods.

His features were even more handsome, his skin pale and flawless, the kind of beauty that many women would dream of.

His golden hair cascaded down his back like molten gold, and his fiery crimson eyes exuded an intense, almost oppressive aura.

It was the presence of a superior over an inferior, a clear display of the gap between life forms.

No words were needed. Just by standing before others, they instinctively lowered their heads in submission.

Roy could feel the shift in his body's density—his bones and muscles now far more compact and powerful. In his human form alone, his physical constitution was already astonishing.

If Roy's former body was a 1, then his current form was at least a 5.

With this newfound physique, his capacity to hold magical energy had also expanded.

Roy accessed the system panel to understand what had happened, only to be greeted by a flurry of notifications.

[Bloodline Fusion, Current Progress: 100%]

[Location Change Detected: Your Talent Immaculate Soul (Phase One) Has Changed]

[Bloodline/Talent: Dragon Transformation, Bloodrage, Dragon Body, etc., Have Been Incorporated into "Immaculate Soul"]

[Your Talent, Immaculate Soul, Has Changed]

[Immaculate Soul (Phase One)]

[Current Progress: 50% | Note: Upon reaching 100%, you can consume Origin Power to Enhance Talent]

[Traits: Dragon Transformation (I), Bloodrage (I), Dragon Body (I), Immaculate (Initial Talent is the Highest Limit)]

[Your Overall Attributes Have Been Enhanced.]

[Bloodline Fusion Complete.]

[Your Current Attributes are:]

[Roy Greyrath]

[Age: 13]

[Strength: C+]

[Agility: C]

[Stamina: C+]

[Intelligence: A]

[Talent: Immaculate Soul (Phase One), The Fool (Phase Two), Greed, Sword Ruler (Level 3)]

[Traits: Dragon Transformation (I), Bloodrage (I), Dragon Body (I), Immaculate (Initial Talent is the Highest Limit)]

[The Fool (Phase Two)]

[Traits: Scholarly, Greatly Increases Mental Capacity]

[Scholarly: Combines Existing Knowledge, Making it Easier to Create Things That Don't Exist (Including but Not Limited to Sword Techniques, Magic)]

[Skills: Advanced Magic Knowledge, Sword God Style (Holy Rank), Cumulonimbus (Water Saint Rank), Magic Sword, Magic Seed]

Roy exhaled deeply, reflecting on his current state. He was nearly invincible, wasn't he?

The path to invincibility was right in front of him—defeat the Dragon God, then Hitogami, and he would be the supreme existence in this world.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he remembered a line from his past life.

"You're invincible now, kid."

Though it was meant with some irony, Roy chose to take it as a compliment.

However, the pressing question now was how to return. Roy glanced at the horizon. He was far from the Kingdom of Asura by now.

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Bonus Chapter:

100 Power Stones = 1 BC

300 Power Stones = 2 BC

500 Power Stones = 3 BC

700 Power Stones = 4 BC

1000 Power Stones = 5 BC

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