King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 803 - 803 792 Are You Worthy of Possessing It

Chapter 803: Chapter 792: Are You Worthy of Possessing It? Chapter 803: Chapter 792: Are You Worthy of Possessing It? What changes would happen in the outside world, how many people would be excited, and how many would be thrilled—Fage didn’t care. In his heart, he knew that his time was limited, and when this battle came to a close, it would be the end of his life. Thus, at this moment, all his energy was fully focused on the Dragon-Turtle Giant facing him.

He was now going to be the meteor streaking across the sky, whose existence may be fleeting, but would leave behind a splendid trail in the sky, one that people would remember for a long time.

Fage utilized all his strength, exerting all the combat techniques he had ever learned, with one goal in mind—to defeat, crush, and even kill the Superpower Beast before him.

“I am very strong now, stronger than this Superpower Beast.” Distracted for a moment, Fage glanced at the slowly increasing performance parameters on the mech, which bolstered his confidence in defeating the Superpower Beast even more.

Roar! After a fierce three-hour fight with the mutated Aurora, the Dragon-Turtle Giant let out an angry roar. It found that after its mutation, its power to manipulate wind and thunder was useless against the mech facing it. It seemed immune to his powers. Now the only force that had any effect on the mech was his fist.

“Alright, kid, unleash all the light energy attacks you’ve got!” Suddenly, in the midst of the excited battle, Muria’s voice echoed once again in Fage’s mind, and this time, Fage detected a hint of impatience in Muria’s tone.

“Devil Lord, will my weapons still be effective against the Disaster Beast?”

“If I tell you to attack, just do it; what’s with all the chatter? The power you have now was bestowed by me, do you think you understand it better than I do?”

“I understand.” Fage, controlling Aurora, activated a total of seventeen light energy weapons mounted on his body, with all firepower aimed at the Dragon-Turtle Giant before firing. An unimaginable light energy attack burst forth at that moment, covering the entire world in brightness. Even Fage himself could no longer see the outside world.

On the other side, the Dragon-Turtle Giant, seeing the light energy attack from Fage and whose facial features were not so different from humans now, showed a hint of scornful smile, then the giant wheel rotating behind him moved in front of him, shielding his body completely.

What baffled the Dragon-Turtle Giant was that before the attacks reached his body, a dense, spiderweb-like network of lines appeared around him and, without giving him a chance to react, began to expand, engulfing him.

…

“Where is this place?” The Dragon-Turtle Giant, who had a giant wheel still spinning behind him, stood in the vast wilderness, gazing around with a slightly dazed look. Those annoying mechs and the cities shattered because of the battle had all disappeared.

“And what is that?” The Dragon-Turtle Giant looked up, gazing into the distance where a structure, incompatible with this barbaric scenery—a towering tower—stood, piercing the clouds.

“Let’s go take a look.” Completely clueless about what had befallen him, the Dragon-Turtle Giant rode the wind and flew up, heading toward the high tower with an Elemental Vortex at its top.

…

“Devil Lord, you can take my soul now!” Having seen the Dragon-Turtle Giant vanish in his attack, Fage, piloting the Dawn Mecha, wore a relieved expression, and then he sat relaxed in the cockpit, quietly awaiting his “miserable” fate.

“Hmm? Oh, I forgot to tell you something, the Devil generally takes the soul after a creature dies, so you still have decades left.”

“Ah!” Hearing that he could still live, the Mech Pilot Fage cried out in astonishment, and then his face immediately showed an unmistakable joy. After experiencing a brush with death under Muria’s intense pressure, he now had a profound love for life.

“Doesn’t it feel like a rebirth?” Muria’s voice, full of mirth, rang in the mind of the mech pilot willing to sacrifice his soul.

“Yes, Devil Lord.”

“Alright, it’s time for you to embrace the glory that is rightfully yours, enjoy the rest of your life!”

“I…” Hearing Muria’s words, Fage’s lips moved slightly. He had a premonition of what was to come. Since the world had changed, until this day, not once in three thousand years had a Tidal Person been able to defeat a Disaster Beast head-on.

And now he had done just that, piloting a single mech to defeat the Superpower Beast—a feat unprecedented. This battle would surely be etched in the annals of the Tidal People’s history, and his name would be celebrated by all.

“This isn’t my glory, it is the power you, Devil Lord, bestowed on me that made this possible.”

“You really are…” Muria, floating in the sky, tugged at the corner of his mouth. He hadn’t expected the native to be so earnest, “This is your glory, the glory you exchanged for your soul.”

…

Just as Muria had predicted, Fage’s heroic deed of single-handedly slaying a Ferocious Beast with the mutated Dawn Mecha was massively publicized by the government.

And naturally, Fage became a well-known hero in the Tide World, an idol for countless young people dreaming of becoming mech pilots. He was showered with numerous honors, accolades, flowers, applause, and reverent looks; all sorts of wonderful treatments came his way one after another.

However, Fage, who had achieved everything he had once only dreamed of, was displeased, even somewhat angry, for his very own mech, Aurora, had been taken away by his superiors for research, to fight against the Superpower Beast, in the name of the future of the race, and he had no right to refuse.

Now, he didn’t even have the qualification to glance at his own mech; he had become a mech pilot without a mech, occupied all day with various social engagements and attending all sorts of banquets, exposed in front of cameras.

“Those bastards, taking away my mech wasn’t enough, they even planned for me to become a star prancing in front of the cameras. These damn politicians dare to humiliate me like this.”

In public, he was a bright and dazzling world-level superstar, but after returning to his room, Fage would wildly punch at the dozen or so punching bags, venting the rage in his heart.

As a young man, Fage wanted his name to be known worldwide; he enjoyed being adored, but as someone who loved mechs more, he did not like this way of becoming famous.

He wanted to be known worldwide as a mech pilot standing atop his mech, not just standing in front of cameras, being a propaganda star who relied on his looks. He was a warrior, a warrior who slashed down Superpower Beasts to protect the world, not someone who sold his body.

“Isn’t this situation to be expected?” Suddenly, a casual voice echoed in the lavish room.

Barechested and wearing boxing gloves, his body drenched in sweat, Fage turned his head and saw a black-haired youth with golden pupils flipping through a newspaper at the room’s desk.

“Who are you?” Fage’s brown eyes contracted tightly as he involuntarily stepped back, glancing around the suite’s windows and doors, all of which were tightly sealed, leaving no gaps.

“What? You can’t recognize my voice when I am standing in front of you? How much time has passed? Kid, you’re too forgetful,” said Muria, not lifting his head from the newspaper he was flipping through, speaking indifferently.

“Devil Lord, how did you come here?” Fage asked with the most respectful tone he could muster. The more he knew, the more awe he felt towards the being in front of him.

He knew that this being must have intervened because, after the battle when the search teams were cleaning up the battlefield, they didn’t find a single trace of the Dragon-Turtle Giant’s bodily tissues. Without a doubt, this situation was abnormal, as if the Dragon-Turtle Giant had vanished from the world.

“I heard a defeated dog whining, so I came to see for myself,” Muria answered nonchalantly.

“Heh heh.” At Muria’s words, Fage laughed sheepishly, somewhat embarrassed.

“What? Are you dissatisfied with your current treatment?”

“I’m very sa…”

“Kid, shut up. Even though I am a devil, I hate lies,” Muria’s gaze turned to him, and the stare from his Dazzling Golden Eyes made the young man step back once again,

“It seems you are not satisfied. Why not? The newspapers are filled with your photos and your presence everywhere,” Muria lifted the newspaper in his hand, waving it towards him, with the front page featuring an impressive image of this very young man.

“My mech was taken by the higher-ups under the pretext of research. Now I am a mech pilot without my own mech. Moreover, those damn politicians are even trying to make me out to be a propaganda star.”

“Is it not natural for a mech capable of combating and even killing Disaster Beasts to be taken away? What makes you think you have the right to own a weapon that could upend the entire world order?”

“…” Fage fell silent for a moment before weakly sitting down on a chair behind him, his head hanging low, “So you’re saying, from now on, I can only obediently accept the government’s arrangements and become a star living under the cameras?”

“Of course not. It shouldn’t take long for a message from the Research Institute to reach you.”

“Huh?” The young man looked at Muria with a puzzled expression.

“The evolved Dawn Mecha belongs only to you, and it recognizes only you. Aside from you, no one else can make Aurora move again. After all, it was bought with your soul,” Muria said with a slight smile.

“Really?” Fage lifted his head, eyes wide open and an unmistakable look of excitement on his face.

“Of course.”

“But why do you know so clearly?”

“Because I’ve been inside and seen it,” Muria said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.