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Chapter 1913 Dragon’s Pride In Its Despair

Chapter 1913 Dragon's Pride In Its Despair

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Location- Unknown, Blood Rule Source

The Elder Anesthesia Dragon, even in despair, appeared as majestic and powerful as ever. With its brows frowned it fiddled with the mysterious monster orb it took from Wyatt's hands. With its long experience and acute perception, the dragon discerned the orb's true nature with a mere glance: a tool used to ensnare and contain monsters. Within the orb's depths, it glimpsed a few weak and peculiar creatures, imprisoned within its transparent confines.

As a ruler-class Dragon, the Elder Anesthesia Dragon possessed an indomitable pride that forbade it from submitting to anyone, regardless of who they were, let alone to the whims of such an insignificant item. To even consider entering the orb would be an affront to its regal stature.

If it was not Wyatt but some other being, the dragon's wrath would have been swift and merciless. Even if were despairing and dying, someone demeaning it was not something it could allow.

Yes, it had given up on life but it was only willing to end it all by dying at the hands of a few powerful beings in the myriad realms, like the celestial blood rule slave and the devil.

Yet, despite its reluctance, the dragon hesitated to dismiss the request outright. Believing that perhaps there was more to Wyatt's request than what met the eye. Perhaps this was Wyatt's way to carry him out of the blood rule source along with him using the secrets yet untold. The Elder Anesthesia Dragon, torn between its promise and pride, finally said, "This is not strong enough to hold me. Don't you have some other storage space? Better storage space."

"No, this is all I have," Wyatt retorted, rolling his eyes at the Elder Anesthesia Dragon. He observed the dragon's futile attempt to cling to its pride, despite claiming to have surrendered to despair moments earlier. Wyatt found it ironic that the dragon, once on the brink of suicide, now hesitated to enter the monster orb—a potential lifeline that could restore what it had lost due to its greed. He couldn't help but chuckle at the dragon's stubbornness, realizing the absurdity of its reluctance to seize the opportunity for salvation.

Yes, the A-rank monster orb could only hold A-rank monsters at best. As the creator of the monster orb, Wyatt had a profound knowledge of its limitations and drawbacks. The Elder Anesthesia Dragon's assertion was not unfounded—it was simply too powerful to be contained within the orb's confines. Wyatt understood this well; after all, he had created the monster orb card from scratch and knew its capabilities better than anyone.

However, Wyatt also knew that the Dragon's assessment was only partially accurate. While the orb might not have been able to contain the Dragon through force, there was another possibility—one that the dragon seemed unwilling to consider. If the Dragon were to enter the monster orb willingly, without resistance, the limitations it stated about the monster orb's space would not exist.

The distinction was crucial: capturing the Dragon through coercion would likely prove futile, but if the Dragon chose to enter the orb of its own volition, the outcome could be vastly different. Wyatt knew this long ago as proposed the Dragon to enter the monster orb. He believed with his persuasion and promise so far the Elder Anesthesia Dragon would have no problem entering the orb. But he seemed to have underestimated the Dragon's pride.

"Raukaul, stop hesitating. You may have already guessed that although the space inside the monster orb isn't strong enough to contain a ruler-class being, if you're willing to suppress your realm and use your power to fortify its space, you can easily conceal yourself within the monster orb long enough for me to extract you from here, out of the prison of these damn blood rule domains," Observing the Elder Anesthesia Dragon's reluctance to enter the monster orb, Wyatt sought to assuage its concerns by explaining.

With patience and determination, Wyatt articulated a compelling argument, urging the dragon to reconsider its stance. Wyatt emphasized that while the space within the orb might indeed be insufficient to contain a being of the dragon's immense power, there existed a potential solution—one that required the dragon's cooperation.

Wyatt began to explain it earnestly trying to persuade it, that if the Dragon was willing to suppress its power and enter the space of the monster orb without resistance, it could effectively hide within its confines. By voluntarily restraining its realm and refraining from reinforcing the orb's space, it can utilize the orb as a temporary sanctuary.

Wyatt's words hung in the air, carrying the weight of possibility and hope. He knew that convincing the dragon to relinquish its pride and trust in him would not be easy, but he remained steadfast in his conviction. Using sincerity and empathy, Wyatt extended an olive branch to the dragon, offering a path toward safety and redemption. It was now up to the dragon to make a choice—to cling to pride and despair, or to embrace the possibility of salvation within the confines of the monster orb.

Wyatt's determination burned bright within him, an unyielding resolve that refused to falter in the face of the Dragon's pride. He had made up his mind: he would see this through to the end, no matter the obstacles that lay ahead. As he stood before the Elder Anesthesia Dragon, he knew that the road ahead to capture this magnificent creature would be fraught with challenges and uncertainties. Yet, he was undeterred. He had thought all of it through when he had commenced his plan to capture the Elder Anesthesia Dragon.

Even if things did not unfold as planned, Wyatt remained steadfast in his commitment to succeed. He understood that taming a ruler-class Dragon was not going to be easy as it was not a small feat. Nobody said that it was going to be an easy task to trick a ruler-class Dragon. It was a task that tested the limits of one's strength, courage, and perseverance. The mere thought of the apex ruler-class Deviant Devil struggling for millennia to subdue the dragon served as a stark reminder of the enormity of the task at hand.