I FOUND A DOOR TO TENSURA AND BECAME BROKEN IN THE REAL WORLD TOO-Chapter 32: Yuuya’s Dragon Hunt & Meeting King Gazel

I had spent several days in Dwargon, familiarizing myself with the city. I explored the bustling markets, tasted their famous dwarven ale, and even sparred with a few local adventurers to stay sharp. Word of my strength had begun to spread subtly among the adventurers and mercenaries, but I kept a low profile, not wanting to attract too much attention—at least not yet.

Then, one fateful morning, as I strolled through the stone-paved streets, I noticed a sudden commotion. Several dwarven soldiers in full armor were rushing through the crowd, their faces filled with panic.

Curious, I approached one of them—a burly soldier with a battle-scarred face. His armor was splattered with dirt and blood, and he was breathing heavily, clearly worn from battle.

"Hey! What's going on?" I asked, stepping in front of him.

The soldier, wide-eyed, tried to shove me aside.

"Get out of the way, kid! Dragons have appeared near the mines! We barely escaped with our lives!"

Dragons, huh?

"Perfect."

I smirked slightly, my eyes glinting with anticipation. This was the perfect opportunity—not only for a good fight but also to absorb their magicules and steal their skills using Absolute Drain.

I grabbed the soldier's pauldron before he could run off.

"Where are they? Show me."

He froze, staring at me incredulously.

"Are you insane?! You'll be torn apart! They've already wiped out half a battalion!"

I held his gaze, my crimson eyes cold and unwavering.

"Trust me... I can handle it."

The soldier hesitated, but something in my eyes must have convinced him. With a reluctant sigh, he gestured toward the east.

"Fine... but it's your funeral."

Following the soldier's directions, I swiftly made my way toward the mines. The air grew thicker with magicules, and the ground was scorched from the dragons' previous rampage.

Finally, I reached a rocky plateau, and there they were—three massive dragons hovering near the mine entrance. Their scales shimmered under the daylight, and the heat radiating from their bodies made the very air tremble.

I activated Appraisal and scanned them:

[ Lesser Dragon – Level: 13,500 ]

Magicule Count: 2.1 Million

Attack: 88,000

Defense: 92,000

Agility: 70,000

Magic Resistance: High

Skills:

Flame Breath: Spews a wave of intense fire capable of melting steel.

Tail Swipe: Sweeping tail attack that generates shockwaves.

Magicule Coating: Hardens its scales with magicules for increased defense.

[ Lesser Dragon – Level: 13,800 ]

Magicule Count: 2.3 Million

Attack: 90,000

Defense: 95,000

Agility: 72,000

Magic Resistance: High

Skills:

Lightning Roar: Releases a surge of electricity from its maw.

Wing Gust: Creates a powerful wind burst to knock back enemies.

Magic Barrier: Erects a temporary barrier of magicules for defense.

[ Higher Dragon – Level: 18,500 ]

Magicule Count: 4.5 Million

Attack: 150,000

Defense: 170,000

Agility: 130,000

Magic Resistance: Very High

Skills:

Draconic Domination: Releases a wave of fear-inducing aura, weakening enemies.

Tyrant's Flame: A concentrated breath of white-hot flame that incinerates everything in its path.

Scale Fortification: Enhances its defense temporarily, reducing incoming damage by 60%.

Magicule Overload: Boosts its magic output, doubling its offensive power temporarily.

"Hmm... not as powerful as Veldora, but still no pushovers."

I cracked my fingers, a grin forming on my face.

"Alright, let's see how much stronger I've become."

I vanished in a blur, using Dimensional Step to close the distance in an instant.

The two lesser dragons immediately noticed my approach. One of them let out a feral roar, spewing a wave of crimson fire toward me.

"Oh please... slow."

With a mere wave of my hand, I activated Divine Dominion. The flames parted around me as if rejected by the world itself. I reappeared above the first lesser dragon, clenching my fist.

"Let's go Absolute Drain, shall we?"

I punched downward, slamming my fist into its skull. The force created a crater, and the dragon roared in agony. Its magicules surged into my body, and I immediately felt my power increase.

[Skill Acquired: Flame Breath]

[Skill Acquired: Magicule Coating]

The second lesser dragon roared in fury and lunged at me. Its claws, coated with magicules, aimed for my throat.

"Too slow."

I sidestepped with Dimensional Step, appearing behind it. With a flick of my wrist, I unleashed a black magic blade made of condensed magicules, slicing through its wings. The beast howled, blood gushing from the wound.

I activated Absolute Drain again, siphoning its remaining magicules.

[Skill Acquired: Lightning Roar]

[Skill Acquired: Magic Barrier]

The higher Dragon, seeing its lesser kin fall, unleashed Draconic Domination, trying to overwhelm me with its fear-inducing aura. The air itself seemed to turn heavy, as though reality were bending under its draconic might.

"Hah. Cute."

I activated Divine Dominion, completely nullifying the aura's influence.

The Higher Dragon's eyes widened in shock. It inhaled deeply, unleashing Tyrant's Flame, a surge of white-hot dragon fire capable of reducing anything to ash.

"No you don't."

I warped directly in front of it, raising my hand.

"Absolute Drain."

I caught the flame breath with my bare hand, absorbing the magicules within the attack itself. The dragon's eyes widened in horror as its signature move was stolen from it.

I then thrust my hand forward, releasing the Tyrant's Flame back at the dragon, annihilating it in its own fire. Its body collapsed, reduced to a charred husk.

[Skill Acquired: Draconic Domination]

[Skill Acquired: Tyrant's Flame]

[Skill Acquired: Magicule Overload]

As I turned, I noticed a group of dwarven soldiers peeking out from behind a rocky ridge, their faces pale with disbelief.

The moment I approached, they burst into cheers, clapping and shouting.

"By the gods! He defeated them alone!"

"Did you see that?! He caught the King Dragon's flame with his bare hand!"

"Amazing! We must inform the king!"

One of the commanders stepped forward.

"You... you must come with us. King Gazel will want to meet you personally!"

I smirked, brushing the dust from my coat.

"Oh? King Gazel, huh? This should be interesting."

The morning light filtered softly through the wooden shutters of my inn room. I had just finished sharpening one of my blades when a sudden knock echoed through the small space.

"Hmm? Who could that be?"

I walked to the door and opened it to see two dwarven soldiers in full armor standing at attention. Their silver breastplates gleamed under the light, and their helms carried the insignia of the royal guard—an ornate emblem with a hammer and crown, symbolizing Dwargon's strength and royalty.

One of the soldiers, a grizzled veteran with a scar running down his cheek, spoke firmly.

"Tenjou Yuuya. The King is ready to meet you."

His deep voice carried an unmistakable tone of respect, but there was also a hint of awe in his eyes—a clear reminder that they had witnessed my battle with the dragons the day before.

I gave them a small smirk and casually stretched my arms.

"Finally, huh? About time."

I grabbed my coat, fastened my sword to my belt, and followed them out. As we walked through the stone-paved streets, the citizens of Dwargon stared at me with curiosity and admiration. Some whispered to each other, pointing in my direction.

"Is that him?"

"The one who slew the big Dragon by himself?"

"No way! Even the King's Guard would have struggled!"

I smirked internally, but kept my composure, giving them only a brief glance before continuing toward the castle.

After a short but scenic walk through the city, we finally arrived at the royal castle. It was even more magnificent than I imagined. The massive stone structure was carved directly into the mountain itself, with its towers reaching upward as though clawing at the sky.

The gates were enormous—reinforced with adamantite, engraved with intricate dwarven runes, and flanked by dozens of royal guards. The dwarven craftsmanship was astonishing—ornate pillars, intricate carvings of battle scenes, and golden inlays reflecting the sunlight.

The guards at the gate immediately recognized me and stepped aside, giving me a respectful nod.

"Open the gates! King Gazel awaits!"

With a heavy groan, the colossal gates swung open. The moment I stepped through, I felt a shift in the air—the sheer density of magicules in the castle was overwhelming, indicating that I was about to meet someone of immense power.

"Heh... this'll be interesting."

The guards led me through the grand hallways. The floors were made of polished obsidian, and massive crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, illuminating the grand corridor with a soft, warm glow. Stained-glass windows depicted great battles of dwarven heroes, and the entire place radiated regal authority.

We reached a set of massive golden doors adorned with runes of protection and warding magic. The soldiers halted and turned toward me.

"Beyond this door... is King Gazel Dwargo."

I simply nodded, adjusting my coat.

"Let's do this."

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The massive doors slowly swung open, and I stepped into the royal audience chamber.

The chamber was colossal, its vaulted ceiling adorned with golden arches and banners displaying the crest of Dwargon. The room was lined with elite dwarven guards, their hands resting on the hilts of their swords, their expressions stoic and unwavering.

At the far end of the chamber sat King Gazel Dwargo upon his throne.

He was a towering figure, despite his dwarven stature. His regal armor gleamed with enchantments, and his flame-red cape draped over his broad shoulders. His long golden-blond hair was neatly tied back, and his sharp blue eyes radiated both wisdom and unmatched strength. His gaze was piercing, evaluating me with the precision of a battle-hardened monarch.

As I approached the throne, King Gazel's piercing eyes locked onto mine. I could feel the sheer pressure of his aura, a testament to his overwhelming power.

Yet, I stood tall, completely unfazed, and met his gaze with unwavering confidence.

King Gazel's voice was deep and commanding, carrying the weight of authority and wisdom.

"So... you are the one who defeated those three Dragons."

I gave him a slight nod, my expression calm and composed.

"Yeah. It was good practice."

The chamber grew dead silent. The guards' eyes widened slightly at my nonchalant response, and Kaijin's eyebrows rose in disbelief.

King Gazel's lips curled into a small smirk, clearly amused by my cocky yet casual demeanor.

"Good practice, you say? Hah. I like your confidence, human."

He slowly stood from his throne, his crimson cape flowing behind him, and walked toward me with measured steps. His eyes remained fixed on me, his aura subtly pressing down, testing my resolve.

I didn't flinch.

He stopped in front of me, arms crossed, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly.

"Tell me, Tenjou Yuuya... where did you learn to wield such power?"

I smirked slightly, my eyes glinting with amusement.

"I trained... fought monsters and learned along the way. No shortcuts. Just hard-earned strength."

Gazel's eyes briefly flickered with respect, though he quickly concealed it beneath his stoic expression.

"Hmm... there are few in this world who can fight dragons so easily. And even fewer who would be so modest about it."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"Tell me... why are you here? What is it you seek?"

I met his gaze, my voice calm but firm.

"Strength. Power. I'm here to grow stronger. That's all."

For a moment, the room was dead silent. Then, to everyone's shock, King Gazel chuckled softly, then let out a full, hearty laugh.

"HAH! Strength, huh? You remind me of someone I once knew."

He turned to his guards and gave them a slight nod.

"Leave us."

The guards bowed and silently left the chamber.

Once the chamber was empty, King Gazel turned back to me, his eyes glinting with curiosity and excitement.

"I can sense it in you. You're a warrior. Your soul thirsts for battle."

I smirked, crossing my arms.

"Is that an invitation, Your Majesty?"

He chuckled darkly and slowly unsheathed his sword—a magnificent adamantite blade imbued with ancient dwarven enchantments. The runes along the blade glowed faintly, pulsing with magic.

"One strike, Tenjou Yuuya. Let me see your strength."

My eyes narrowed in anticipation, and my lips curled into a confident grin.

"Heh. You asked for it."

The room's magicules trembled as we prepared to clash, our auras flaring with raw power.