Hot, so hot.
The mont he bit into the dragon's heart, an overwhelming, suffocating aroma filled his nostrils. The still-beating heart pumped scorching blood, flooding his throat, rushing into his stomach, and then spreading to every corner of his body.
It was as if he had swallowed a ball of fire. Wherever the blood flowed, the sensation of pain disappeared, as if his body below had turned into nothingness. After his entire body was consud, even his brain buzzed and completely shut down.
The clothes covering Sakatsuki's body spontaneously combusted, and his skin cracked as if it had been baked dry. Bright red blood seeped from the cracks, emitting scorching steam that shrouded the boy's naked body.
Drip, drip, drip!
Just a few drops of the red liquid fell onto the materials Sakatsuki was sitting on, triggering an intense mystical reaction. The inherent properties of the materials were violently destroyed, and within them, new laws were established. The mystical changes even reflected on the surface, causing all the materials to take on the sa color and emit the sa wavelength.
This transformation also occurred within Sakatsuki's body. The frail human physique flourished under the nourishnt of dragon's blood. The dragon's essence spread like cancer cells throughout Sakatsuki's body, seeking to transform him into sothing inhuman.
But as the ritual array activated, the essence symbolizing the "dragon" attribute was condensed into his beating heart, while the excess was expelled through his skin, forming a faint mist of blood around him, which was absorbed by the materials beneath him.
—Never have a weakness.
This was the principle Sakatsuki had settled on after careful consideration.
In the world of magecraft, there were actually two ways to use the precious dragon's heart.
The first was to consu it directly, transforming into a dragon itself, gaining the physique of a high-ranking phantasmal species while inheriting the dragon's attributes—like Siegfried's dragon transformation.
The second was not to eat the heart but to bathe in its blood, thereby obtaining a near-immortal body with greatly enhanced defense—like Siegfried's Armor of Fafnir.
In reality, both thods would subject the user to the transformation of the dragon's heart, tainting them with the dragon's attributes.
Looking at the many Servants on the Throne of Heroes, the so-called dragon attribute, like divinity, was a double-edged sword. While it provided excellent enhancents, it was also a fatal weakness.
The reason was simple: there were far too many heroes with tales of dragon-slaying. An opponent with dragon attributes would face overwhelming disadvantages, and even if their strength far exceeded their foe's, there was still a risk of defeat.
But the enhancent from the dragon's heart was too tempting to refuse—so after days of research, Sakatsuki finally found a solution.
The heroes of old were not alchemists, and the dragon's heart was not so frozen specin. Thus, the heroes had to act quickly, either consuming it raw like Bear Grylls or soaking in its blood while it was still warm.
But Sakatsuki was different. For one, he had long known he would obtain the dragon's heart. For another, the dragon's heart was stored in the Fate Compendium, so he didn't have to worry about its "expiration date." Thus, he had ample ti to prepare and maximize the benefits.
The result was this unique state.
[Servant Status Updated.]
[New Skill Acquired: Dragon-kind Modification · Modified!]
[Dragon-kind Modification · Modified: An ultimate self-modification achieved by consuming a dragon's heart. Forms a pseudo-dragon core, enhancing all paraters and providing imnse stamina. However, as the dragon's essence is forced into the heart and suppressed, the enhancent values are reduced, and the dragon attribute is lost. Nonetheless, the essence and appearance are still altered.]
[Though, is the act of the hero consuming the 'Red Dragon's Heart' out of envy for the dragon's form, or is it to better grasp that beautiful dragon in his hands?]
"Even doubling as a comntator, huh? As expected of you, Fate Compendium..." Sakatsuki forcibly suppressed the urge to complain. By now, the numbness and scorching heat had faded. He slowly opened his eyes, exhaling a long breath like a dragon just awakening from slumber.
[Servant Status Updated.]
[Rosy-cheeked Youth: B → B ]
[Parater Changes as Follows.]
(Adolescent Phase)
• [Strength: E → D]
• [Endurance: D → B]
• [Agility: D → C]
• [Mana: B → A]
• [Luck: B → C]
"???"
Looking at the significantly changed paraters, the boy with golden vertical pupils, who now looked both fierce and adorable, was utterly bewildered.
"I can understand the other paraters... but why did my Luck drop?! Big Brother Xiao went through so much trouble to increase his Luck back then! Am I going to follow in his footsteps?!"
"And what's with this 'Rosy-cheeked Youth' skill... Why so many plus signs? Why not just make it rank A?"
After venting his frustrations, Sakatsuki shook off the dried blood on his body. The mont his skin was exposed, he activated the Third Magic, cloaking himself in an elegant white and gold dress.
Then, the white-gold youth sitting atop his treasure trove looked down, his vertical pupils narrowing as he locked onto the magi who had broken through the door, exuding the aura of an apex predator.
"I am the bone of my sword."
The incantation stirred his magical energy, and cold, gleaming blades gathered at an even faster speed, piercing through the bodies of the leading magi before embedding themselves into the ground, forming a wall of countless swords.
Ignoring the screaming magi, Sakatsuki stroked the countless materials stained with dragon's blood. Twin blades appeared in his hands, and he began carving the necessary components.
Spruce from the cold highlands, fused with roots inhabited by earth spirits, beca the soundboard.
A wisp of fla taken from the Noble Phantasm Sul-sagana lted the sacred steel that shimred like the aurora. The original armor worn by the Valkyries was skillfully forged into components, paired with ancient wood nourished by dragon's blood, forming the cast iron fra, soundboard, strings, and tuning pins.
Dragon teeth stained with precious dragon blood were carved into precise keys, while fragnts of stars that hung in the night sky were fused into the pedal system, giving the instrunt a true soul.
—After nearly exhausting all the resources at his disposal, what Sakatsuki obtained was a creation of dragon's blood, its mystery rivaling treasures from the Age of Gods.
It was a grand piano, crafted from materials that had bathed in dragon's blood together, harmonizing in rhythm without losing their individual characteristics. Its triangular form was bathed in the light of the Milky Way, its black and white keys warm like dragon teeth and highly compatible with magecraft. The components resonated faintly, emitting the roar of a dragon.
What Sakatsuki had created single-handedly was the "King of Instrunts"—the piano, specifically a grand piano that exuded both beauty and solemnity.
The wall of swords was on the verge of collapse, but the young man turned his back to the door, placing his hands on the keys.
In the next mont, imaginary number particles flowed, weaving into hundreds of intersecting strings, entwining all fluctuations into the threads of fate.
A pure, dreamlike lody began to play.
Listen, it is the requiem played by the God of Death.
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