“Is this the chosen experimental subject most suitable to become the seed that you’ve found?”

 

The speaker is Leopold, the man in a white coat that Violet had a brief impression of.

 

As the conversation unfolds in their memories, Violet understands that they are no longer in the Courage City, or even within the boundaries of the Human United Kingdom. Instead, they are in a remote village of the Austre Empire, the longstanding experimental ground and stronghold of the “Eternal Throne.”

 

Rebecca was abducted during a period when Herbert was out, purchasing ingredients in the city. She was kidnapped by a human trafficking gang that had just arrived in the Courage City, drugged, and transported all the way to this place.

 

Those foolish human traffickers had no idea that their target this time was the daughter of the guild leader of the Adventurer’s Guild of the Human United Kingdom. They were oblivious to the intentions of the mysterious organization buying young children.

 

Just ignorant individuals driven solely by profit.

 

Perhaps they had already suffered the brutal revenge from Herbert upon his return, but Rebecca is currently unaware of all this.

 

She is just bound to an experimental table, glancing at those mysteriously frightening men in white coats. Even without seeing it with her own eyes, Violet can imagine how terrified and uneasy the girl’s expression must be at this moment.

 

“Yes, Lord Leopold, after a series of tests, the soul strength of this girl is the highest among all the experimental subjects, even a staggering difference. She likely possesses some special talent and is a 【Divine Patron】.”

 

“Divine Patron…”

 

With the air of a scholar, Leopold, adorned with his black short hair, exuded an intellectual and refined demeanor. He turned his gaze towards Rebecca, revealing a gentle smile, akin to how one would look at a cute little creature.

 

“Little lass, what’s your name?”

 

“I-I’m Rebecca… Uncle, can you please let me go? My dad is a very powerful person, I’ll tell him, and he’ll…”

 

Leopold raised his hand, decisively interrupting the girl’s feeble pleas. He showed a simple smile, devoid of any malice, resembling that of a pilgrim and seeker of knowledge.

 

“Little Rebecca, you can call me Leopold. Next, I need your help with an immensely sacred project that will have a profound impact on this world.”

 

“It will make you powerful, surpass your dad, surpass everything you know… Incredibly powerful! This is something only you can achieve, a power and glory only you can wield!”

 

“How about it? Are you excited, looking forward to it!”

 

The man raised his hands high, cheering as if he were a solo performer in a play.

 

Throughout, Violet never sensed any deception or insincere emotions from Leopold. This guy genuinely believed that his experiment was a great evolution for Rebecca.

 

“But I don’t want to become powerful… I don’t want any glory. Rebecca just wants her dad. Please, let me go… Dad, where are you? Save me… Do you really not want Rebecca anymore?”

 

“Hehe, look at her, crying tears of joy. Don’t make the child wait too long, start the experiment.”

 

“Yes, Lord Leopold!”

 

Rebecca’s pleas had no effect on the undead creatures who had lost the basic emotions of living beings.

 

As one of them injected a certain potion into her arm, the little girl’s vision gradually blurred.

 

Since this is Rebecca’s memory, the world in Violet’s field of view did not plunge into darkness due to the girl’s unconsciousness. On the contrary, following Rebecca’s consciousness, she entered another space.

 

The space of consciousness.

 

It’s something invisible to the human eye, an existence in the non-physical realm—the space of vengeful spirits.

 

Here, Violet—or rather, Rebecca—witnessed hundreds and thousands of swirling, wailing gray faces. They were all intentionally and cruelly killed by the “Eternal Throne” to create a gathering of vengeful spirits.

 

The vengeful spirits roamed aimlessly, restricted by some force, unable to leave this vast white expanse of consciousness. At the center of this space, a young girl with bare skin, covered in blue scales, and with dragon wings on her back, floated silently with closed eyes.

 

Being able to appear here means she is also a spirit.

 

A spirit of a dragon.

 

Or, one might say, a dragon soul.

 

“What is this place…”

 

Rebecca’s fearful voice echoed in the space of consciousness, but before she could do anything, the entire space suddenly began to rotate violently!

 

The body of that dragon spirit girl seemed to become a black hole. The vengeful spirits wailed and roared as they were rapidly drawn in by the irresistible force. From near to far, Rebecca, positioned at the outermost layer, was quickly affected.

 

“Yiya!”

 

The girl struggled desperately, her small soul form swinging wildly in the air, as if trying to grab onto something to resist the pulling force.

 

But in this empty space of consciousness, she was just a rootless floating duckweed. No matter how hard she tried, she could not escape the same fate.

 

The well-shaped body of the scaled girl rapidly enlarged before her eyes, and finally, Rebecca collided with it.

 

Countless thoughts resonated in the girl’s nearly disintegrating consciousness.

 

“I hate it! I hate it so much! Why treat me like this!”

 

“Damn traitors! Damn cult! You all should die! Everything in this world should die!!”

 

“Why, why, why! Why am I the only one left! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die, ahh!!!”

 

“Save me, someone save me! I’m so scared! Mom and Dad, where are you!”

 

The resentful and chaotic thoughts of hundreds and thousands of vengeful spirits before their death, along with the power they carried, seemed to be mixed into a massive dyeing vat. They continuously merged, condensed, absorbed by the most powerful individual, and at the same time, changed that individual.

 

Among these voices, the most prominent and authoritative was a female voice as cold as ice.

 

“I am the Frost and Arcane Dragon—Alexia, the Frost Dominator Alex’s daughter! All shall submit to me!”

 

Frost… and Arcane Dragon?

 

Perhaps Rebecca herself, experiencing this scene, didn’t feel anything special, but Violet found this title particularly familiar.

 

The four foundational dragon tribes of 【Illusory World】 simultaneously symbolize the basic elements that make up the world.

 

The 【Flame and Life Dragon】 corresponds to red.

The 【Frost and Arcane Dragon】 corresponds to blue.

The 【Thunder and Tempest Dragon】 corresponds to green.

The 【Earth and Matter Dragon】 corresponds to yellow.

 

Such an exact alignment, if called a coincidence, would be quite self-deceptive.

 

In other words, barring any unexpected circumstances, the soul of blue dragon named Alexia and the long-deceased red dragon in the Fallen Dragon Valley both belong to the dragon tribes of 【Illusory World】.

 

At the very least, they are likely descendants of these dragon tribes.