Chaos Evolution: Only I Was Granted 3 Wishes-Chapter 285: Trials! 2
"Prove it! Now!" The young man couldn't keep his calm.
once he heard of this, he immediately latched on that possibility.
Maybe this great being who is able to rule this entire world is able to ressurect his dear ones.
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Maybe, just maybe. But he was willing to take this chance.
"Very well. But just remember, if you fail to hold your promise, then..." Draco didn't speak, he didn't need to, but the transcendent understood the message very well, he clinched his fist and looked down.
"Alright, I'm in. Now bring them back." He said.
He knew that if he were to try anything funny, he would witness the scene he had failed to witness the first time... with his very own eyes.
There was this one itme in the dimensional shop that had caught Draco's attention, but since he had no use for it, it had just rested there dormant in a corner of his boundless brain.
But now, it had a use; it was an iutem called Dimensional Searcher, and it's job was simple, search for something... or someone, within the unlimited stretches of the dimensions.
Once this happens, Draco would get to the souls of these transcedents loved ones, and he would transport them over by regressing them all the way to the moment they had just died.
This... was a very simple explanation for a series of absurd actions.
And Draco had done this job with such smoothness that the symmetrical realm of wonders and its owner in front of him had to stop to take in the scene in front of them.
A system of trillions of robots capable of running an entire solar system had to stop in order to take in the scene in front of it.
Yes, it stopped; not a single thing was running as the brain operating them all had his eyes glued on the streak of lights that were shaping the bodies of his loved ones.
Some he felt so close to while never seeing them, one he knew every nook and cranny of, and the other he could guess who it was by just his silhouette.
Four individuals that had led him to become what he was with their deaths had appeared in front of him, fully dressed as if while the whole world has moved by countless years, they were still in that same time they had left this world in.
"You have 90 years; after that, I expect you to be completely under me, and them too." Draco's last couple words were heard as the young man didn't know whether to be happy or scared that he got so entangled with a being capable of...
Such wonders.
This was but one genius, but one great man from 15. And it was worth noting that Draco had not failed to bring in even a single one of them, as the knowledge he had could move the non-existent.
Giving them each a span of time for them to get together with their new reality, some of which had immediately started working while others having up to a 100 years to sort things out, which was but a blink for Draco.
Now the next part would be to actually buy in bulk countless powerful weapons from the shopp, reverse engineer them, learn from them, and then go on to make new equipment and artifacts this world has yet to see.
Weapons from the future and the past, from the different dimensions of a world maybe not even the Great Mother knew how large, and, of course, the effort of a man who had already developed countless secret weapons capable of putting fear in the skin of those untouched.
The great enemies who were waiting for the right time to move or for their enemy to make the move... the world celestials.
Time had passed, and those who had been given time to get along with their lost ones had also started working, and after countless years, the last generation of a weapon so great it could change the result of a war has been born.
This wasn't the first to be made, nor was it the last; it was simply the greatest.
Guns, swords, spears, and weapons of all different shapes, functionalities, and uses, were made.
Boats, planes, spaceships, transportation equipment of power so destructive it could level down stars.
Suits, mecha, and robots... All of this, was barely the tip of the iceberg.
Draco wasn't planning on ending it here; his battle with the world celestials didn't hold that much significance for him other than the fact that it will allow him to reign free in this galaxy.
Would he proceed to explore the wider universe right after, or would he stop to process the actions he has done and plan forward?
For Draco, it was a simple decision.
Why not both?
He could, so why would he not?
Simple as that. Once he got the world celestials on their knees, he would start the process he had been waiting for, and after that, he would uncover the secret to leaving the galaxy, and from his knowledge, it wasn't that hard, just dangerous.
Then, one by one, the great forces beyond would kneel down to him. One after the other, until he reaches the Oh-so-great Mother of all.
Would it be simple? not at all. Would it be difficult? More difficult than one could imagine.
Yet, Draco has never backed down; he had never been scared of challenges, and he had always found a way to, in the end completely overpower his enemy.
Draco was the definition of a philosophy.
And this philosophy had few words.
'Only the beginning is hard.'
Time and time again, once he defeats an enemy of a rank thought to be so high, he would go on to thoroughly destroy all others of that same rank.
His life goal was conquest and his method was overpowering.
Thus, he would make sure to achieve his life goal with this method he loved so dearly.
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