Dante turned slowly, his expression remaining firm and unshaken, but his eyes carried an intense gleam as he uttered a na that had not been heard in the multiverse for ages.
"Zathana Zaxzarah."
A deep, golden portal opened before him, releasing a crushing aura that made even the space around them tremble. From it erged a figure who radiated an ancient presence, sothing that even made the Administrators shudder.
She stepped forward, each stride accompanied by an ethereal echo that resonated through the void. Her golden eyes shimred with unfathomable wisdom, and her long blue hair, reaching down to her knees, seed to dance like dark blue flas. Of course, two draconic horns crowned her head, completing her regal appearance. Her dress, crafted from a unique material that reflected like the scales of an ancient dragon, reinforced her identity—a living reminder of her supremacy.
For Zathana Zaxzarah was no ordinary being.
She was the First Dragon God.
The First Progenitor Dragon of the Multiverse.
"Still as beautiful as ever," Zathana smiled upon seeing him, her eyes gleaming with amusent and sothing deeper—perhaps nostalgia.
"It's been a long ti, dear..." she murmured softly, her voice carrying a mixture of affection and innate superiority. Her gaze trailed slowly over Dante, analyzing every detail. "I didn't expect to see you so... weak."
Dante rolled his eyes but didn't deny it. He had expended almost all of his energy restoring his domain.
"An interesting fact about Dragon Gods..." Zathana continued, her voice taking on a didactic tone. "No matter how much ti passes... they will always be reborn, always return, and always dominate their sectors."
She spun the floating hologram of Elysium on the table, observing it with a curious look, as if evaluating a new toy.
Dante scoffed. "You know how things are. Those two idiots threw a 'Goddess of the End' at just to force back into my true form. They're ssing with ."
Zathana tilted her head slightly, as if only now acknowledging the two frozen figures in the corner.
White and Black—or rather, the Administrators of the Sector—could not utter a single word.
It wasn't just fear.
It was absolute terror.
For before them stood sothing they would never dare to face.
A Supre Administrator.
Zathana gave them a slight smile, watching them as if they were two disobedient children trying to hide sothing obvious.
"Oh... these two children..." she murmured, her voice laced with a false maternal tone. Her piercing gaze locked onto them. "Why are you still hiding?"
Then, she spoke words that shattered any illusion that remained.
"He saw through you a long ti ago... Xyphon and Irithiel."
The re ntion of their true nas caused the white and black masks covering their bodies to crack and shatter into glittering fragnts.
Xyphon, once an imposing white silhouette, was revealed to be a mature-looking woman, possessing a dangerous beauty. Her flaming orange hair cascaded down to her waist, and her body exuded a mature sensuality—a milf in her pri.
anwhile, Irithiel, the so-called Black Administrator, turned out to be sothing completely unexpected—a young man in his mid-20s with an utterly chaotic style. His hair was dyed in a ridiculous gradient of pink and yellow, piercings adorned his ears and eyebrows, and his tight-fitting clothes made him look like he had just walked out of an interdinsional rave.
Dante raised an eyebrow.
"For the love of God... this is what was behind those masks? A retarded-looking punk and a milf?"
Zathana chuckled lightly before casually raising her hands, and in the blink of an eye, Xyphon and Irithiel were lifted into the air by an invisible and crushing force.
They imdiately began struggling, their eyes widening in panic.
Zathana's voice beca as sharp as a blade.
"How many tis have I told you NOT to interfere directly with sectors that contain Primordial-Class Reincarnates?"
Her tone lowered, but the threat in her words rumbled like thunder.
"Do you want to take this as an act of rebellion?"
And in that instant, any remaining dignity the two Administrators had completely crumbled.
They began to beg.
Like cornered dogs before a predator far, far greater.
"Z-Zathana-sama! We... we had no choice!" Xyphon tried to speak, but her voice ca out weak and trembling. "We're following the test protocols!! But there was no way we couldn't interfere with this guy!!"
"Y-Yeah!" Irithiel practically shouted. "If we did nothing, he would have... he would have...! We're just doing our job! It's Yggdrazil's fault for sending Azi Dahaka here!"
Zathana narrowed her eyes, and an indescribable pressure crashed down on the two like a crushing tidal wave.
Dante rely sighed and scratched the back of his neck. "Alright, I get it." He turned to Zathana. "Let them go, I'll deal with this later."
Zathana raised an eyebrow. "Oh...? Are you... interceding for them?"
"No." Dante replied with a cold smile. "I'm just delaying the punishnt so I can enjoy their faces when I decide what to do."
Zathana let out a soft chuckle, her golden eyes gleaming with amusent and a hint of cruelty.
"As ruthless as ever..." she murmured, letting her gaze linger on Dante for a mont before finally releasing the two Administrators.
Xyphon and Irithiel collapsed to their knees, their bodies trembling, their faces pale as if they had just escaped death—and in a way, they had.
Dante crossed his arms, his gaze as sharp as a blade as he looked down on them with pure contempt.
"Now..." he began, his voice laced with authority. "How about you tell her... exactly what you were doing just now?"
The silence in the room beca almost tangible.
Xyphon and Irithiel exchanged quick, desperate glances, trying to find a way out, but they already knew...
There was no escape.
Xyphon opened her mouth first, her voice faltering for a mont.
"Z-Zathana-sama, we..."
The words simply wouldn't co.
Because how could they explain?
How could they justify the fact that they had tried to manipulate a Primordial Dragon God?
But before she could co up with a convincing lie, Irithiel interrupted her without hesitation.
"We were threatening him."
The room fell into absolute silence.
Dante's eyes glead with a mix of surprise and amusent. anwhile, Zathana... her expression remained impassive, but the aura around her grew heavy.
Xyphon abruptly turned to Irithiel, her eyes filled with pure fury. 'Have you lost your mind?!' she thought, but before she could stop him...
Irithiel continued.
"We need this guy to stop Angra Mainyu." He declared outright. "So please, convince him, Miss Zathana."
Xyphon's eyes widened, her breath hitching.
He had spoken the whole truth!
Dante remained silent for a few seconds, then... smiled.
"Hah... Hahahaha!" He burst into laughter, his voice echoing through the room, filled with pure irony.
"Finally, one of you grew the balls to say the truth to my face." He stated, staring directly at Irithiel. "But you know what's even funnier?"
He leaned in slightly, his presence becoming crushing.
"You actually think I need soone to convince of anything?"
Zathana crossed her arms and sighed. "Irithiel, child..." she began, her voice carrying a sarcastic maternal tone. "Do you really think I can 'convince' this one?"
"No... You can't?" he asked hesitantly.
Zathana laughed. "Dear, I am the First Progenitor Dragon... and I almost beca this bastard's wife before I took up my role as an Administrator." She pointed at Dante. "If I could simply convince him to do sothing..."
She turned her gaze to Dante, her smile playful.
"That bastard would have been kneeling before a long ti ago."
Dante let out a small "Tsk." and looked away.
Xyphon, who had been in a state of shock until now, finally managed to speak.
"So... you're not going to help us...?"
Zathana closed her eyes for a mont, a faint smile appearing on her lips before she finally opened them again.
"That depends."
She then turned to Dante, her expression carrying a touch of amusent and provocation.
"Darling... what do you think?"
Dante remained silent for a few monts, but his eyes glead with deep thought.
Angra Mainyu.
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The dragon who deceived him in his past life.
The threat that, if left unchecked, would co after his reincarnated wives.
If he ignored this now, he might regret it later.
Finally, Dante sighed and looked at Zathana.
"That's impossible." He suddenly responded, his voice firm.
"It's not that I don't want to, believe ." He said, locking eyes with Zathana. "But I am no longer the Progenitor Dragon, and my demons are still not strong enough to rival an army of dragons."
He sighed again, crossing his arms.
"How's the Cosmos?" He asked, shifting the focus of the conversation.
Zathana tilted her head slightly, a mysterious smile forming on her face.
"Hm... considering that guy's growth rate... I'd say you have approximately one million years before he becos a real threat."
"EH?!"
Xyphon and Irithiel exclaid in unison, utterly shocked.
Zathana looked at them as if they were two foolish children.
"You're stuck in these four insignificant sectors, of course, you know nothing." She retorted with disdain.
The Dragon Administrator then raised her hand, and a holographic projection of the Multiverse appeared in the center of the room, revealing a vast network of constantly warring sectors.
She pointed to a specific area where several regions were in flux.
"Right now... Alucard has just reclaid six sectors and is moving to conquer the remaining ones."
"Oh? He's still alive?" Dante questioned in surprise.
Zathana chuckled softly. "He, Minerva, Behemoth, and Great Red are still out there, roaming the sectors. You know how it is..." She shrugged.
"You can't stop beings like them. That's precisely why Angra Mainyu still can't begin his multiversal expansion plan." She concluded.
"Old bastards..." Dante let out a small chuckle, crossing his arms.
Zathana leaned slightly toward him, her eyes glowing with intensity. "So, darling... what are you going to do?"
Dante remained silent for a mont before finally smirking.
"Well..." He said, his aura beginning to pulse with a crushing power.
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