I Regressed to My Ruined Family

I Regressed To My Ruined Family Chapter 320

＃After returning, the family was ruined (320)

Fisherman’s fortune (漁父之利).

That was the scene before my eyes.

Draksis and the Demon Dragon.

The two had an incompatible relationship, and the results were disastrous.

A gaping hole in the heart.

Life was already being diluted in the Demon Dragon’s pupils. Just because it was Draksis didn’t mean it was fine.

Because the demon dragon’s anger that spewed out at the last moment completely swept over his body. Even if the body was intact, it was an attack that would cause internal injuries.

Even more so, if a human’s pincer attack was added to an imperfect body devoid of mana as it is now…

pop.

Pop.

The devil’s bitter resentment.

A black aura filled with poison spreads throughout the body along the blood vessels.

Ardenheit.

Above all, the great sword, made of the hard god’s metal, not only split the shoulder, but also cut off half of the upper body.

fatal wound.

This was also the result of narrowly avoiding the human sword.

I looked at the article in front of me.

Ethan Ardan.

A warrior and hunter who pushed himself this far. He didn’t look fine either. One of the arms that was supposed to help with balance was cut off cleanly.

Draksis’ bone sword cut off Ethan’s arm very easily.

However, this did not mean that the hopeless situation had been overcome.

‘does not exist.’

There is no mana.

From the demonic dragon’s resentment to the white flame’s scorching heat. Draksis no longer had the mana to restore his own body.

Because everything has been used up.

A feeling of emptiness swept over the monarch’s body.

The bone sword in my hand becomes increasingly heavier.

His gaze turned to the demon dragon lying on the dirt ground. Always faithful, no, disloyal.

However, he gave in to power and followed himself faithfully in his own way.

He was more like a treacherous person than a loyal subject.

The demon dragon’s cold body was seen.

Even when he died, he was looking at himself with his pupils wide open. Is it because of the intuition that the road to the underworld will not be lonely? There was a cold sneer on the corner of his mouth.

‘Maybe it’s not a wrong idea.’

What if I completely absorbed the demon dragon’s body? Otherwise, there was no way to turn this situation around.

However, unless the person in front of you is an asshole, you will not just sit there and watch. Draksis thought. Death may be just around the corner.

It was an unfamiliar feeling that I had not felt in a very long time.

Draksis.

He wasn’t afraid of death.

For him, who had the power of return, death was just a new starting point.

It was always like that.

The end of life.

It was probably because of this power that my inspiration for him faded like smoke.

But this time was different.

The reason was simple.

Ethan Ardan.

Because of that human.

‘Blood at best.’

Dragon’s blood was no different from extreme poison for humans. Previous life. Covering humans with blood was also a half-intentional act.

The pain of the deadly poison melting not only your bones and flesh, but even your soul. It was no different from the iron blow handed down to a person who persistently resisted.

Like brutally killing a disgusting bug. It was revenge filled with disgust.

But who would have known that a blood-covered human would steal his power?

Draksis, a regressor who calculated everything perfectly and moved meticulously. It was from that point on that his grand plan collapsed.

A human hero who resisted until the end.

In a situation where the bastard fell and the destruction of the Western Continent was just around the corner.

The axis of a human clock began to move.

The earth turned red with blood.

Burning land.

Lots of tears and screams. The wounds on the continent that the dragons had scratched disappeared as if they had been applied with an eraser.

In the end, it was as if nothing had happened.

Everything came back.

And Drakisis…

lost all the precious memories he had accumulated. Because he was no longer the main character of the clock axis.

‘return.’

Remember and reflect on your previous life and become stronger through it.

A tough exterior, excellent brains, and, above all else, overwhelming talent.

It was nothing compared to this ability. An ability and power that was more precious than anything else. The power to turn the central axis of the world towards oneself.

Draksis had lost it. And that too by a mere human. The dragon that had lost its origin was no longer an overwhelming absolute being.

Unfortunately, he didn’t know anything about it.

Memories of the future that occasionally pass by like prophecies. Draksis thought he had been chosen.

To see the future.

There was no need to say how great this power was.

I was excited.

It’s as if I received at most a piece of ruby instead of a huge diamond. The monarch, who had lost the power of return and had forgotten all memories of the past, was rather happy.

It was thought that with this power, it would be possible to conquer all continents.

But it wasn’t the power to see the future. Memories of return piled up like sediment in the body.

They only appeared occasionally. In the end, he went on a rampage due to his small power and ended up wandering to death in the West Continent.

After experiencing the danger of death from the head of the Ardan family. I only realized this after stepping through the gates of hell.

Countless past lives.

regressor.

His power was not at best the power to see the future.

The central axis of the world.

That was my strength.

It… was stolen by some reckless thief. It was a fact I realized too late.

Power stolen.

A power that must be regained.

Of course, after recalling his memories, Draksis first looked for the thief. And I despaired.

A five-year-old child at most.

He had eyes that were full of understanding, but unfortunately…

the reckless thief didn’t feel the slightest hint of his power.

It became dark before my eyes.

why?

Why doesn’t the thief have any stolen goods?

Even Draksis could not know that. I was embarrassed for a moment. Soon, anger like a tsunami came.

Should I kill him?

A thought that passed by for a moment.

But I couldn’t.

Even if he killed him now, his power wouldn’t come back.

That’s why Draksis persevered.

And I waited calmly, like aging delicious wine.

The power of return that may one day return to that child.

If that power comes back…

that child will definitely make a name for himself. At best, you won’t be able to hide the sharp awl in your pocket. The power of return was that great.

It is extremely foolish to choose an option that could result in losing great power forever for the sake of a momentary desire for revenge.

Draksis knew that very well.

Above all, secretly and meticulously.

We need to make arrangements.

The power of return, which may come back at some point. Even just to catch it.

The first thing to do was to push the thief to the limit. It was the same with Draksis. It was only when I reached the threshold of death that I was able to recall the events of the past.

The shock and pressure that shatters my daily life. Otherwise, the power will not return easily. Of course, I wasn’t sure that if I pushed that little guy like that, his powers would come back.

But Draksis was in a position where he had to grasp at straws.

The power of return was so great that even the great dragonlords were so desperate.

He could do anything if he could increase the odds by even 1%. We built up the arrangements step by step.

The first thing he did was start encouraging the people around him.

Subtly giving strength.

It calls for greed.

To choke on greed.

Like marionettes, they moved as they wished.

Ethan Ardan.

Although he was a child with outstanding intelligence in his own way, in other words, he was only a ‘child’ at best. He didn’t have the strength to get through this situation.

The best thing to do is to struggle. It wasn’t long before he took the extreme option…

and fell down for a very long time.

It was a gamble.

Will this really bring back power?

That was a fact that even Draksis could not know. But one thing was certain. Catastrophe, rather than ordinary daily life, can create new variables.

One year, two years, three years…

A lot has happened to Draksis too. This was because he was no longer the absolute absolute. A body that does not recover mana. The power that was considered like faith among the dragon people began to slowly wear away.

Ethan Ardan.

The attention that was focused on that guy had no choice but to disperse little by little. I’ll wake up someday. But when the thief opened his eyes.

We had to assume situations in which we would not be able to retrieve stolen goods. If that happens, this episode’s life will be over.

Power flowing like a leak.

Also, pay attention to greedy hunters. Recovering your own strength. Everything mattered.

In his memory, the stakes for the thief began to lower.

Maybe it was natural. Time passed…

and again….

At some point, I heard a story about the divinity of the Western Continent.

Draksis trembled.

A guy who had been bedridden for 9 years achieved such results in just one year?

“return.”

That’s the power.

Finally, the stolen goods came back.

To the thief!

Drakisis headed to the Western Continent so secretly that no one noticed. I saw a human. My body trembled. I felt a familiar power.

However, contrary to memory, that power was truly weak. If I kill the thief here, the time axis cannot be reversed.

An infinitely deep feeling of falling after the thrill. However, soon after he started observing, his pupils regained their light.

‘I’m getting stronger.’

As humans grow, the power of return also grows little by little. Now it was just millet at best. But what if time passes?

What would it be like if that person reached the absolute state?

I had no idea it could change from millet to a delicious watermelon. Only then could Draksis decide on a course of action.

Regain your strength and bide your time.

Until everything can be harvested.

Heh….

Heh….

‘The result…’

was this?

It was strange.

The demon dragon wanted to become the ruler, and he had to somehow regain his strength in this battle. Humans cleverly intervened in the meantime…

and the situation rolled with precision like a well-organized cartwheel.

In dozens of lives, he was always the main character. But it was different now. The extras are a bit thin. Do you have to play well to be a common villain?

Villain and protagonist.

The gap between the two social statuses was too great to bear. The result was this.

death.

A result that has never been experienced before has arrived.

Am I scared now?

‘well.’

Draksis sneered as he looked at the blurry scene before his eyes.

Is it because I repeat my life too many times?

It seemed like I had forgotten my fear.

Should I say that I couldn’t feel it vividly through my skin…

I held the bone sword with trembling hands.

One thing was certain. In order to restore great power, you must go through the human being in front of you. I ran towards the one-armed human.

The speed was extremely slow.

At least it seemed that way to Ethan. In fact, even if he was an absolute being, without mana, he was just an empty spirit.

Ethan felt a sense of déjà vu.

A dragonlord rushing desperately.

The guy looked exactly like himself in his previous life. It’s just that the positions are reversed.

I swung one arm.

Suddenly!

The divine sword burning with white flame cut through the bone sword with great ease.

Even the weakened monarch hiding behind him. His body, split in two, and his sword fell helplessly to the floor.

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