Limitless Evolution: I'm The New Dragon God?-Chapter 75: Misunderstanding

Once they stepped onto the deck of the massive airship owned by the Horizon Alliance, the chilling winds of the upper sky greeted them. But it was not the cold that made people tremble.

"Gugulu...guluuuu"

From the distance beyond the clouds, several monstrous figures glided through the air, each one larger than the last. Their wings stretched out like torn veils against the burning sky, and their obsidian-scaled bodies shimmered faintly with darkness corruption.

They were Titan-Class Winged Hollows. Three of them at once.

Their eyes, dark and cracked like cooled magma, suddenly flared with pulsing crimson light.

"Buzzzzz!"

Alarms rang across the deck as the ship’s protective shields brightened.

A loud voice boomed over the ship’s sound system:

"Non-Evolvers, close your eyes! Now!"

The panic was instant. Men, women, and children sitting helplessly on the wooden floor dropped their heads and covered their eyes with shaking hands.

Some screamed. Others sobbed. The deck rumbled slightly beneath them, but it was not from impact. It was fear—raw and overwhelming.

Ryuzen narrowed his eyes at the incoming threat. The very air had change with pressure. Those crimson eyes—he had see those with Runa.

"They’re using mental corruption," Aurora said beside him. Her expression turned serious, her fingers glowing with green healing magic as she formed a protective sphere around the civilians closest to her. "Anyone without spiritual defense will be driven mad by just looking at them."

Ryuzen’s grip on his sword tightened.

"How many more of these things are there?"

Aurora shook her head grimly.

"Too many. They are going all out. This is not just a raid. They want us annihilated from our world. They want to erase all life. That’s their goal from the very beginning." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Ryu listened and looked across the skies. There were five airships total, all floating in a tight formation. Each one carried roughly 5,000 people—wounded, terrified, and uncertain. That meant only 25,000 out of original 100,000 had survived the Hollow Wave...

As this realisation settled in, a hollow ache sank in his chest.

The rest were probably eaten, killed, or worse—Hollowfied into the same monsters now attacking their own friends and families.

Even the most selfish person would be forced to feel sorry for them. This was not a game. Never.

Although, some might still be fleeing on foot, scattered across the wilderness. Maybe a few would make it out. But here, now, this was all that remained of the Belfort city’s soul.

And among these 25,000, only 30% were Evolvers. The rest were ordinary civilians—non-combatants.

Aurora turned to him with urgency in her voice.

"Junior, I need to help my comrades fend them off. You and your friend stay here. This is not a battle you can interfere in."

Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer, as if gauging whether he’d obey.

Seeing him give a reluctant nod, she finally took off like a streak of Silver and green vanishing into the chaos above. Just like a brave Valkyrie from myths he heard.

Ryuzen clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms.

"I know..." he whispered, eyes locked on the fading figure of Aurora.

He hated it. Hated this feeling of helplessness. But he knew she was right.

Even if he unleashed his full draconic form, he was still too small. His wings had only just sprouted. His body was unstable. His fire was strong, but nowhere near the scale needed to down a Titan-Class hollow.

They were monstrosities born of darkness and nightmare, drenched in corrupted magic. Each one radiated the kind of pressure that could crush cities with a flap of their wings.

Ryuzen couldn’t match that. Not yet.

He swallowed hard.

"This... this is the power gap between us and them."

The truth burned more than his breath ever could. His pride as a dragon wanted to scream, to leap into the sky and tear into the enemy without hesitation. That primal fury stirred within his blood, boiling hotter with every passing moment. It clawed at his chest, howling to be unleashed.

But he resisted.

Because unlike a wild dragon, he had a human soul.

It was that rational soul that held him back.

It whispered reason in the storm of rage. It reminded him of Venus sitting beside him, still trembling. She needed support.

It reminded him that rushing to his death wouldn’t save anyone.

And so, Ryuzen stood still, breathing deeply.

He turned and crouched beside Venus, who hadn’t spoken a word since Aurora left. Her eyes were on the battlefield, but her mind was far away.

"We’ll survive this, Venus," Ryuzen said gently. "I’ll make sure of it."

"Really?" she echoed, a bitter mockery lacing her voice. "Then where were you when I needed you the most? My father can’t be brought back, can he?"

Her voice cracked, but her gaze didn’t. Cold fire burned in her eyes, hotter than any dragon’s breath.

"I don’t need your protection, Ryuzen. From now on, I will take my destiny in my own hands."

Ryuzen’s heart clenched at her hateful glare.

"But... I was fighting the hollows," he said quietly, trying to explain.

Venus turned away, cutting him off like a blade to flesh. "Yes. You were fighting the hollows to save others. Yet you didn’t have time to check on the people who fed you and gave you a roof. I understand." Her voice was flat, but the snort that followed told a different story.

She didn’t mean to sound cruel. But grief makes no room for kindness.

Beside her, Evangeline lay unconscious, her chest slowly rising and falling. Aurora had healed them both during the flight. At least she was safe.

But Versalon’s corpse still lay open. Unburied. Torn. Cold.

Above them, the sky shuddered. The clash between the Blood Legion and the Titans lit the clouds with flashes of magic and fire.

The airship floating through the night sky rocked slightly as another explosion echoed in the distance. "BOOM!

Then, through the chaos, suddenly a familiar voice called out:

"Ryu! Venus!"

Both of them turned to see two figures ran across the deck, their faces a mix of relief and worry.

It was John and Maki — The couple guards from the western wall. And to Venus, they were her last relatives.

"Thank God, Venus, you’re alive," Maki said, her breath catching.

"And you too, Ryu," John added.

Ryuzen gave a short nod. No words. His face was blank, almost empty. They assumed it was fear or shock.

Then Maki’s eyes drifted to Evangeline’s unconscious body.

"Aun Eva! What happened to—"

But before she could finish, her gaze followed John’s to the body lying nearby.

His chest was ripped open. Blood had dried across his armor. His eyes were shut, but even in death, there was a strange peace on his face.

"Uncle!" John cried out, dropping beside him.

He reached for the man’s neck, but there was no pulse.

He turned to check Evangeline next. Her skin was pale, but warm. She was alive.

Still, the relief did not ease the weight that crushed his chest.

John looked up at Venus, shaking from within.

He didn’t ask what happened. He already knew.

He had known the man for years. Versalon must have fought with everything he had, shielding his wife and daughter from that unthinkable hell.

"I’m so sorry, Venus," John whispered. "I should have been there. I should’ve protected you."

Venus stared at him for a long time, then slowly looked toward the storm-filled sky above.

"This isn’t your fault as well," she said calmly.

But her clenched fists told another story.

It was trembling. Clenched so tight her nails dug into her palms.

"We were weak. Too dependent on others. That’s why this happened."

There was no scream. No sob. Just silence.

A silence heavier than the thunder around them.

Something in her had cracked. Not shattered, but transformed.

Beneath her calm, a quiet storm was rising.

One that wouldn’t stop until it swept across the entire world.