Chapter 143
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 143
Chapter Title: Dragon Sense
Title: Downing the Elixir Straight Up
Author: Kim Muggle
I can't hold back from getting stronger anymore.
This is really okay to just chug, right? Tell me straight.
Go on and cum—
Hawawa, this is what they call no-prep~
If you're gonna eat something, start with the Frost Tiger semen.
Raging Wyvern jaw oil has an emotional high due to its elixir properties. Eating the Frost Tiger semen first will let you gauge the effects properly.
Wyvern jaw oil tastes disgustingly bad, doesn't it?
I wouldn't touch it even if it tastes bad.
You need to learn explosion magic, not some dragon bullshit...
Please fail.
Eating jaw oil won't give you dragon senses. Just grow some plants.
The moment I got back to my dorm room, I posted on the gallery.
Two elixirs from the imperial treasury sat on my desk.
The 'Jaw Oil of the Raging Wyvern' lived up to its name—it would make your emotions surge with rage upon consumption.
The 'Semen of the Frost Tiger' kept your mind cool and clear in such a state.
Take them in the right order, and you'd reap the full benefits of both.
The 'Semen of the Frost Tiger' was said to even suppress the effects of other elixirs.
The name was a bit off-putting, but it was a stroke of luck that it had been in the imperial vault at just the right time.
"Bed nyang!"
"I'm heading to the training room. Be good."
"Nyang!"
Kim Churu dove straight into the bed the moment we arrived.
She'd been nagging me to go home since yesterday or so.
Playtime was short-lived. Being territorial at heart, she preferred home.
I left Churu behind and headed to the training room with the two elixirs in hand.
I chose the training room just in case something went wrong.
If it worked, I'd be casting FlapFlap's 6th-circle spell.
I couldn't risk wrecking my dorm without knowing what it did.
I entered my usual training room.
It was late during break, so no one was around.
I settled into position and cracked open the elixirs.
First up: the 'Semen of the Frost Tiger.'
Unscrewing the lid released a chill into the air.
I'd worried about the name making it gross, but it was pristine—clear as water from melting glacier ice.
Tiny snowflake-like crystals sparkled within.
I didn't dwell on what they were.
"Hup!"
I held my breath and downed the 'Semen of the Frost Tiger.'
The cool, non-viscous liquid slid down, refreshingly cooling my insides.
"..."
No immediate changes.
If anything, a cool energy spread through my body? My temperature dropped slightly?
It granted the 'Spirit of the Frost Tiger,' right?
It sharpened your mind when judgment clouded, so no effect in a normal state made sense.
The real mental prep was for the next one.
I opened the lid on the 'Jaw Oil of the Raging Wyvern.'
Unlike the Frost Tiger semen, a hot aura rose up.
Thick scent of sulfur and oil—it roiled like it could ignite at any moment.
"Hoo..."
I pulled up FlapFlap's 6th-circle spell in the corner of my vision and took a deep breath.
The 'Jaw Oil of the Raging Wyvern' wasn't appetizing like the other elixir.
Viscous, repulsive oil.
I squeezed my eyes shut and swallowed it down.
Gulp—gulp—
A hot, sticky something clung to my esophagus as it went down.
Unpleasant heat.
A molten sensation built, warmth rising.
Something bubbled up from within.
Sizzle—
It was like I heard it right by my ear.
My circuits boiled over rapidly.
Veins popped in my eyes, blood rushed to my head, vision narrowed.
No—more precisely, a different sensation.
It wasn't mana boiling and narrowing my sight.
My vision itself blurred.
Specifically, the vision from my 'eyes' blurred.
Instead, red heat haze bloomed in the air.
It depicted the movement of all things in its place.
This was how wyverns saw the world.
At least when it came to 'mana,' wyvern vision surpassed human sight.
For a moment, blood surged so fiercely I couldn't tell if it was mana or blurred vision.
But my emotions cooled instantly, leaving only the altered sight.
Effect of the 'Semen of the Frost Tiger.'
The red haze lingered, but the rampaging feelings chilled.
"Hoo..."
I fully grasped the effects of both elixirs.
Emotions and sensations boiled hotter than ever, yet my mind was icily calm.
Not emotionless, though.
I faced them squarely instead.
Identifying the nature of fear stripped its terror.
A predator's way.
No fear before fear—grasp its essence.
Cold reason.
In contrast, the raging wyvern wasn't a predator.
It thrashed desperately.
Frantic outburst to avoid being devoured, exhausting its strength.
Last-ditch struggle.
Two ways to face fear.
Perfectly balanced, the world appeared anew.
-Wyverns are pathetic things that couldn't become dragons—like downgraded versions.
FlapFlap's comment on a post about 'Jaw Oil of the Raging Wyvern.'
In other words, wyverns held a sliver of draconic potential.
Amplify this faint insight exponentially to reach dragon senses.
I gazed at the gallery screen in the corner of my vision.
Normal vision blurred, making the spell formula hazy too.
But that was only compared to human eyes.
Now, post-wyvern rage, the formula looked different.
Vague chains of incomprehensible symbols moments ago.
Now, through wyvern senses, something shifted.
The red haze in my sight.
It linked the meanings of those elusive symbols.
Put simply: human eyes saw the formula one way, wyvern senses another.
The physical form was identical.
Differing racial perception made it feel distinct.
No wonder efforts failed before.
But even now, it held true.
Wyverns shared draconic genes, but as an inferior race.
I needed exponential growth from this insight.
Red haze connected vague symbols' meanings.
Through their links, meanings emerged.
FlapFlap's spell formula looked bizarre at first glance.
Two massive constructs, plus four mote-sized ones.
Shape differences raised computational difficulty.
But first, grasping meaning was the hurdle.
I reexamined the tiny four first.
Wriggling unknown curves now traced clearer lines.
The lowermost, worm-like curve.
Irregular squiggles ending in a diagonal upward line.
Meaningless before—now different.
Perhaps a single 'human'?
No—'all existence.'
Precisely, 'all inferior races.'
Tiny beings living oblivious to their dust-like nature, reliant on paltry senses.
That lens sharpened it.
A crushed being on the ground, arms outstretched upward.
Begging to live amid crushing competition.
The rest followed suit.
Second: arms spread wide.
Scraping in riches, greedily gathering surroundings.
Third: sword raised, threatening the second.
Stalking from behind to steal.
Fourth: watching the third from behind.
Overseeing its task—or wary of betrayal.
Those failing to conquer fear live fearing and inflicting fear.
Survival dread, loss dread, dominance dread, betrayal dread, defilement dread...
They never overcome lifelong fears.
Now the massive two constructs.
Shift from petty struggles to them, and it all changes.
Those small intrigues meant nothing beneath this giant.
The first massive one—fifth overall.
A colossal dragon silhouette.
The dragon ignores small ones' plights—unseen, irrelevant.
Ants crawling, mere specks to humans— their emotions unknowable.
This giant had transcended such trifles.
Transcended all fear.
Transcended fear from all senses.
A new sense blooms in that transcendence.
Utterly alien to small beings' view.
Emotions stem from senses.
This spell: for a being transcending all sense-born fears, granting one sole sense.
The final sixth construct blooms that sense within the giant, enveloping it.
Humans call it sixth sense intuition— this is no such thing.
Surpassing five senses and sixth— a greater sense.
The sense crowning dragons.
Transcending all fear, it seized this sense and became great.
[Dragon Sense]
The red-hazed vision fully inverted.
Not just vision.
My five senses fully intermingled.
The world remade itself.
Multicolored flows felt like sight, like skin-touch.
Nose grazed scents, motion-sounds rang. Perhaps something already lay on my tongue.
Yet not any of the five senses.
If anything, viewing a mana-composed world.
Though what I saw was more primal.
I knew wind arose from pressure differentials.
Emotions mere chemical reactions.
Magic: mere mana flow.
A sense reading all the world.
Even the training room lights' flicker revealed new causes.
And I felt it.
Indescribable in words, but this sense knew.
Anger. A being harboring it approached.
Training room walls couldn't hide the incoming rage.
It wielded considerable mana.
Footsteps thudded along the building's corridors, drawing near.
Soon, it reached the training room door.
Striding with furious steps.
A simple magic tool activated, opening the door.
Someone entered the training room.