My Celestial Ascension

Selvariel, who was bound by the Soul Binding Immortal Rope, trembled at the sight of the enormous dragon. Its bright red eyes were locked onto Yuan like a predator eyeing its prey.

“Has that mortal gone senile from old age? How could he unleash such a monstrosity upon this world?!” Selvariel couldn’t believe her eyes, her body trembling in fear.

The Demonic Dragon—Vorthal’kar had been sealed away by the previous Heroes for a reason: they couldn’t defeat him. He was a dragon of catastrophe, so powerful he could reduce the entire continent to ash in a single fury-driven rampage.

Now that such a dangerous existence was free once again, it was clear that it had emerged more furious than ever. No one could stop this beast from burning the entire continent with its demonic flames.

“It seems the Goddess made a grave mistake by choosing him as her proxy. He’s more twisted than anyone else I’ve seen in this world,” Selvariel sighed, already convinced Yuan would die at the hands of this beast. No one had ever survived facing such a terrifying existence.

She had already accepted her fate. She knew she wouldn’t survive the day. Never had she imagined the battle would turn out like this.

“Ahahaha! Finally! Finally, after a thousand years of imprisonment, I, the Demonic Dragon Vorthal’kar, am free!!!”

Suddenly, a thunderous voice boomed across the battlefield, shocking everyone who heard it. The laughter carried such intense pressure that it caused many to wet themselves in sheer terror.

“So, you can speak the human tongue too? I’m impressed,” Yuan said calmly, not a trace of fear in his voice.

He stood proudly before the massive dragon, his expression fearless, as though he could bring it down with a single swing of his sword.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m a dragon. We are the most noble and powerful creatures in this world,” the dragon replied, his voice echoing through the entire battlefield, pride evident on his monstrous face.

Vorthal’kar looked Yuan up and down. Seeing the man standing there unfazed, he was genuinely surprised. Never in his long life had a human dared face him without trembling in fear.

‘How strange… This human stands in my presence without even a flicker of fear in his eyes. That’s unusual for a human,’ Vorthal’kar thought, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.

The humans he had encountered before would collapse in terror at the mere mention of his name—let alone dare to look him in the eye. This was new. In his long existence, no human had ever done that.

“You’re a strange human, you know that? I’ve never encountered one as brave as you before. You’re the first,” Vorthal’kar praised, genuinely intrigued by Yuan’s calmness in the face of death.

“With all due respect, please don’t compare me with those mere mortals. I’m nothing like them,” Yuan said with a soft chuckle. “That would be far too disrespectful to me.”

“Indeed. It was my mistake for comparing you to them. After all, you’re an existence who could easily defeat me. I can sense that otherworldly aura around your body—it’s terrifying,” Vorthal’kar nodded his head.

Meanwhile, Selvariel looked at Yuan and Vorthal’kar with an utterly dumbfounded expression on her face, shocked to see them having a casual conversation.

“How is this even possible? How can a demonic dragon converse with a human so casually? Is this really happening?” Selvariel exclaimed, completely stunned.

“Hmph! Don’t look down on my darling. He’s someone you can only look up to. You have no idea what kind of entities we are,” Grace snorted coldly at the angel, a sharp and unfriendly look on her face.

“That’s right. Even your so-called goddess is incomparable to him. He’s simply too great!” Anna nodded in agreement with Grace.

“Heh? If I ever meet that fake goddess in person, I’ll kick her ass for sure,” Lily added with a ruthless smile, which sent a chill down Selvariel’s spine.

‘Fake goddess? Are they serious? How can the gods of the High Heaven be fake? Their power is terrifying—far beyond that of any mortal in the lower realms!’ Selvariel screamed inside her mind, unable to believe what she had just heard.

Still, a question continued to linger in her thoughts as she stared at Yuan from a distance.

‘Is he really that extraordinary? How can a human possess such terrifying strength? He didn’t even break a sweat fighting tens of thousands of soldiers. He even killed Valthariel so easily…’

Meanwhile, Yuan looked at the dragon before him and decided to ask why he had been sealed in the artifact—and who had sealed him.

‘If he becomes hostile toward me, I won’t hesitate to end his life on the spot.’ Yuan’s expression turned serious as he prepared to question the dragon. He was deeply curious about the being standing before him.

“Can I ask why you were sealed inside that artifact? And who sealed you there? I’m genuinely curious,” Yuan said.

The dragon stared at Yuan for a few moments before letting out a heavy sigh. Suddenly, his massive body began to glow with a bright crimson light before disappearing altogether.

In his place stood a middle-aged man with black horns and draconic eyes. Despite the transformation, the terrifying aura of a dragon still lingered around him, wrapping him in a veil of mist.

“This is a form I haven’t taken in a very long time. No human has ever seen me like this—I loathe humans. But you… you’re an exception,” Vorthal’kar said, standing proudly in his human form before Yuan.

“Well, I’m not surprised. After all, one of my wives is a dragon as well,” Yuan said with a soft smile as he stole a quick glance at Xi Meili standing beside Anna.

Vorthal’kar also turned his gaze toward Xi Meili—and immediately, his blood began to tremble. He couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming fear rising from within.

‘What is this feeling? Why does my body want to kneel before her? I’ve never felt anything like this before! Just who is she? What kind of dragon is she to make my blood tremble like this?!’ Vorthal’kar screamed in his mind, stunned in disbelief.

Just from her gaze alone, he felt as though his soul were leaving his body. In his entire life, he had never encountered a presence that struck such deep fear into him.

“What kind of dragon is she? I’ve never seen or even heard of a dragon like her existing in this world,” Vorthal’kar asked, his voice tinged with both awe and dread.

“She is the last member of the Primordial Chaos Dragon race—one of the most powerful dragon clans that existed before even the primordial era. But honestly, I don’t know much about her origin either,” Yuan responded with a soft smile.

“I see… Unfortunately, I can’t grasp what you’re saying. I’ve never heard of the primordial era or the Primordial Chaos Dragon,” Vorthal’kar muttered with a heavy sigh, not daring to press Yuan further in fear of disrespect.

After taking a deep breath to calm himself, Vorthal’kar took a step forward and introduced himself properly.

“I’m the Demonic Dragon Vorthal’kar. I hail from a noble dragon race of the Dragon Mountain.”

“I’m Yuan,” he replied naturally. Since the dragon didn’t seem to harbor any ill will toward him, Yuan saw no reason to hold back an introduction. He was still curious about Vorthal’kar.

“Yuan… That’s a very unique name. I’ve never heard a name like that before. Are you perhaps from the eastern continent?” Vorthal’kar asked, a curious gleam in his eyes.

“No. I’m from this continent. My name’s just a little unique, that’s all,” Yuan replied calmly.

“I see…” Vorthal’kar nodded in understanding.

After a few moments of silence, he began to explain the story behind his imprisonment in the artifact held by the Pope.

It turned out that the so-called gods of the High Heaven had once kidnapped Vorthal’kar’s wife, who was badly injured after a battle against corrupted monsters she had encountered on her journey. Instead of helping her, the gods used her body to forge magical artifacts.

This heinous act ignited Vorthal’kar’s fury to an unimaginable level. Enraged, he launched attacks against the humans who had assisted the gods in their greed.

He burned down entire empires in a sea of demonic flames and declared war on the High Heaven itself. In his wrath, Vorthal’kar slaughtered many gods who had taken part in the kidnapping and desecration of his beloved.

This brutal retaliation enraged the God King, who summoned a group of heroes from another world to stop Vorthal’kar.

However, Vorthal’kar was far stronger than the God King had anticipated, and he defeated the Heroes summoned to kill him. But because of the cunning tactics employed by those Heroes, he was eventually sealed. They couldn’t defeat him in direct battle; instead, they used underhanded means to trap him inside the artifact. Thus, he was imprisoned for a thousand years—only now being released from his confinement.

After hearing Vorthal’kar’s story, Yuan could somehow feel the pain buried deep within the dragon’s heart. After all, he would have done the same thing if he were in Vorthal’kar’s place. Perhaps he would’ve gone even further—destroying the High Heaven completely and slaughtering all those self-proclaimed gods who pretended to be righteous but acted like cowards, hiding behind their divine status.

“I see… It’s unfortunate that you lost your wife to those scumbags. You have my sympathy for that, Vorthal’kar,” Yuan said in a low voice, a hint of guilt in his eyes for bringing up such a painful memory.

“However, thanks to that idiot’s greed for power and supremacy, I’m finally free again! And this time, I’ll destroy the arrogance of those so-called gods sitting above! I’ll crush them completely!” Vorthal’kar roared. His voice thundered across the battlefield, shaking the very heavens and summoning bolts of lightning from the darkened sky.

“If fate allows it, we shall meet again. But for now, I must leave before the servants of the gods arrive. They’ve already sensed my presence—I’m sure they know I’ve returned,” he added calmly.

After saying this, Vorthal’kar returned to his original dragon form. His massive wings spread wide, and with one powerful beat, he soared into the sky. In mere seconds, his gigantic frame vanished into the clouds, disappearing completely from Yuan and the others’ sight.

“It’s truly sad to know that he endured so much pain over the years… all alone, imprisoned inside that artifact,” Yuan muttered softly as he gazed into the sky where the dragon had vanished.

A strange smile appeared on his face—part sorrow, part admiration, and part unspoken fury—for the cruelty the world had inflicted on Vorthal’kar.

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