Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You

Claudia, the Sea Dragon Princess, stepped forward, arms crossed, exuding an air of composure.
“Senior… why are you here?” Rosvisser asked softly.

Claudia cast a sidelong glance at the Tower Master and chuckled.
“The Tower Master’s invitation reached my Sea Dragon clan as well. How could I not come? Although deciphering some ancient Atlantean inscriptions delayed me, I made it in time for the most exciting part of this duel.”
Her gaze turned to the recording stone, a faint smile on her lips.

The dragon kings exchanged glances, quietly deciding to stay and watch rather than leave.
“Senior,” Rosvisser continued hesitantly, “is Leon truly in the Hyper Perception state now?”
“Hyper Perception” was an elusive concept for dragonkind, shrouded in mystery. Even the entry requirements were unclear, so not even Rosvisser could be certain if Leon had achieved it.

“Yes, he has succeeded,” Claudia said confidently.
A knowing smile spread across her face as she added, “To be honest, when I first gave him the techniques for Hyper Perception, I never imagined he would actually master it.”
“Why?” Rosvisser blinked in surprise.

Claudia, long considered the Melkvey family’s ultimate resource and living repository of knowledge, was akin to an NPC in a role-playing game. Whenever the family faced a seemingly insurmountable challenge, Claudia would provide the necessary tools or wisdom to overcome it, with a line like:
‘I have rare treasures and secrets—come, take a look!’
Her gifts had included legendary techniques such as Hell’s Gate and Soul Judgment, and even Constantine’s infamous spectral power came from her.
Every tool she gave was genuine, no tricks involved.

Yet, when it came to Hyper Perception, Claudia admitted she had doubted Leon’s chances.
“Because your father had already taken so many things from me. Even as a ‘Witch Lord,’ I couldn’t keep giving away my treasures without limits.”
Claudia’s response was unexpected yet entirely logical.

“So, I handed him a technique that very few in all of dragonkind could master—Hyper Perception. I told him it was merely a specialized form of body technique, something that would improve with training.”
She laughed lightly. “I assumed that, unable to master it, he’d eventually return it to me. But then… that maniac actually succeeded.”
Morgan, the Golden Sand Dragon King, interjected with a snort, “Are you saying Leon sought out Odin specifically to master Hyper Perception?”

Claudia nodded. “I suspect so. That idiot wouldn’t pick a fight without a good reason.”
Her gaze shifted to Rosvisser. “As his wife, Little Ros, you must know the truth, don’t you?”
Rosvisser hesitated briefly before nodding. “Yes… that’s true. Leon and I practiced Hyper Perception many times, but we saw no real progress. Then he decided to find a stronger opponent, believing that might trigger a breakthrough. That’s why he accepted Odin’s invitation.”
The dragon kings watched the recording stone in silence, their expressions solemn as they observed the transformed man before them.

“Leon Cosmod,” one muttered. “How many times will you redefine the limits of the impossible?”
From the ruins of the crater, Leon began to walk forward, his steps steady and measured.
Odin frowned. “Strange… I can’t sense any energy from him at all.”

In battle, mages and warriors naturally emitted an aura of power, a pressure that revealed their strength. During their fight earlier, Odin had clearly felt Leon’s overwhelming energy.
Now, however, Leon moved freely, his energy completely hidden.
To suppress one’s aura entirely was something even dragon kings couldn’t achieve.

At that moment, Leon seemed less like a warrior and more like a god who had descended into the mortal realm—transcendent and beyond comprehension.
Odin narrowed his eyes. “That’s… Hyper Perception, isn’t it?”
Leon stopped, glancing down at his hands. He clenched them experimentally before raising his gaze to meet Odin’s.

“I think it is,” Leon said calmly, his voice steady and unhurried, as if the fierce battle hadn’t affected him at all.
Odin, despite his own heavy breathing, managed a chuckle. “Do you realize what you’ve achieved? Hyper Perception is a skill even we elder dragon kings have only glimpsed in legends. And yet, you’ve unlocked it at your age?”
Leon shook his head modestly. “Claudia told me Hyper Perception was just a difficult body technique… nothing more.”

His tone was casual, as if he were reflecting aloud, but Odin caught every word.
“It seems the Sea Dragon Princess didn’t explain the true significance of Hyper Perception,” Odin said thoughtfully.
“Perhaps not,” Leon replied. “I’ll ask her about it after this fight. But for now… Senior Odin, shall we begin again?”

Odin’s eyes gleamed. “We can. But first, I have one question for you.”
“Go ahead.”
“During our fight, you’ve been using my attacks to trigger your understanding of Hyper Perception, haven’t you?”

Leon smiled openly, not bothering to deny it. “You caught me, Senior. That’s exactly why I accepted your invitation to spar.”
Odin burst into laughter. “You’re bold, clever, and daring. Let’s see just how powerful this legendary Hyper Perception truly is!”
“Please guide me, Senior,” Leon said, bowing slightly.

Odin raised his hand, summoning a dazzling array of lightning blades, their edges crackling with electric energy.
Grade B Lightning Magic: Lightning Blade Cascade (Modified)—King’s Judgment.
Although rated as Grade B, in the hands of a master like Odin, the technique’s destructive potential far exceeded its classification.

Countless blades rained down toward Leon with relentless speed and precision.
Rather than dodging or counterattacking, Leon continued to walk forward, his steps slow and deliberate, as if taking a leisurely stroll.
Each blade came within a hair’s breadth of striking him, yet he evaded them with subtle, fluid movements.

To an observer, Leon’s dodges seemed effortless, almost as though he wasn’t even aware of the incoming attacks.
Amid the storm of blades, Leon appeared as a lone dancer, moving gracefully through a symphony of chaos.
“He doesn’t think, he doesn’t hesitate,” Odin murmured to himself. “Every dodge is purely instinctual… and this is only the entry level of Hyper Perception?”

Odin charged, grabbing a blade midair to strike Leon directly.
The blade crackled with immense power, its edges sparking violently. Yet, no matter how sharp Odin’s strikes, Leon avoided them all with the same ease as before.
Their contrasting styles were striking—Odin’s aggressive, overwhelming offense clashing against Leon’s serene, instinctual defense.

From the observation room, the dragon kings watched in awe.
“Is that Hyper Perception? That’s absurd!”
“He’s practically untouchable!”

But Claudia, who had been silent, spoke up. “If Leon wants to win, he can’t rely on Hyper Perception alone.”
“Why not?” Rosvisser asked.
“Because he’s only at the entry level,” Claudia explained. “He can’t maintain it for long. And both of them are reaching their limits. This next exchange will decide everything.”

Inside the arena, Leon’s white aura began to fade, signaling the end of his Hyper Perception state.
Leon glanced at his hands again. “Looks like I can only sustain it for about five minutes.”
He smiled faintly. “That’s fine. No need to hold back anymore.”

Odin nodded, noticing the change in Leon’s demeanor. “One last attack, then.”
The air crackled as Odin unleashed his full dragon form, a colossal blue-black thunder dragon whose mere presence shattered the spatial constraints of the arena.
Leon stood firm, raising his hand. Thunder roared as storm clouds gathered above.

The dragons watching from the Twilight Tower held their /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ breath.
“What magic is that? I’ve never seen it before!”
“Dragon’s Bane,” Rosvisser whispered, her voice barely audible.

From the storm clouds emerged a massive lion made entirely of lightning, its mane crackling with electric power. The lion roared, charging toward Leon, who remained motionless.
As the lion reached him, it dissolved into his body, merging with him.
In a flash of light, Leon transformed, his body covered in radiant armor formed of pure electricity.

The armor expanded and grew until Leon stood as a towering, godlike figure—thunderous, majestic, and invincible.
Ultra-S Grade Lightning Magic: Final Form—Reality’s End Thunder God.