Chapter 11: It's all about power!

As the bloody smoke dissipated, Notch contemplated the information flashing across the interface, a comprehensive insight into his own being and the sudden revelation that he was merely a Hatchling among dragons. A sense of incredulity engulfed him as the implications of his draconic lineage began to sink in.

[ Name: Steven Notch

Race: human, True Dragon

Age: 24

Lifespan: 15'000 years

Affinity: END, Fire, Space, Time, Destruction, Darkness.

Innate abilities:

Ability Replication.

The True Dragon of the END:

Status: Hatchling (28%)

All related skills and abilities EVO.R ( evolution rate) : 28%]

"I never paid attention to that part of my ability description," mused Notch, his thoughts delving deeper into the realization. "So, as of now, I'm merely a Hatchling of the dragon race... no wonder they carry such an air of arrogance."

Lost in contemplation, Notch was caught off guard as the Minotaur attempted a surprise attack. Yet, with disinterested ease, Notch intercepted the assault, effortlessly halting the creature's advance. In a moment that seemed nonchalant, Notch's eyes reflected indifference, and with an almost casual gesture, he summoned dark-purple flames that consumed the cowering Minotaur.

The unnatural and corrosive flames, woven with the sentence of disintegration, swiftly reduced the Minotaur to nothingness. Notch observed the spectacle with an initially impassive gaze, but a devilish grin gradually stretched across his face as the flames completed their task.

"Well, this wasn't expected," he mused to himself.

[ You have slain a Zolcanian Minotaur]

[Calculating reward.... Evaluating the slain enemy...

Bloodline purity: 64%

Grade: Epic

Rank: A

Danger level: High...]

[Calculation Complete]

[You have obtained 4'500 Exp, Minotaur's horn, Zolcan's Tinder]

The interface promptly flashed with notifications, detailing Notch's triumph over the Minotaur and the rewards reaped from its defeat. As the information flooded in, a rush of imagination overwhelmed Notch, envisioning possibilities of harvesting experience across dimensions and enchanting various items to their fullest potential.

"Mr. Notch, would you please exit the inspection room through the green gate located in the right corner? Your test has concluded, and the results will be disclosed to you shortly."

Interrupting his reverie, the examiner's voice resonated through the room, urging Notch to leave through the designated green gate to await the revelation of his test results. Absorbed in his contemplation, Notch nodded absentmindedly and departed the inspection room, his mind still awash with thoughts.

Meanwhile, within the examiners' chamber, the scene of Notch's final attack played repeatedly on the screens, evoking a sense of perplexity and astonishment among the observers.

"This is beyond comprehension," one remarked, incredulity lacing their tone.

"Is that truly... a Dragon Breath?" another exclaimed, confirming their initial disbelief.

Their voices ebbed into a contemplative silence as they grappled with the weight of this newfound revelation and the potential ramifications it might entail.

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Seventy years prior, during the Dimensional Era on Earth, a groundbreaking exploration into the awakened abilities of humans commenced—a quest to decipher their origins and ascertain the possibility of artificially invoking these abilities or pre-selecting them.

The findings unveiled a deep-seated connection between the awakened abilities of humans and the innate talents of the myriad races inhabiting the interconnected dimensions. From this revelation arose theories pondering fate's role in choosing these abilities for specific individuals, sparking hope among those privy to the research.

Among these theories, one stood out prominently, offering a glimmer of salvation—a prospect that tantalized those who understood the research. If human abilities were influenced by the racial talents of the Dimensional races, could there exist a chance for a human to awaken the innate abilities of a Dragon, the supreme race across all dimensions? Hope danced within the hearts of those who dared to dream of such a possibility.