Limitless Evolution: I’m The New Dragon God?

Venus spat blood onto the cracked stones and flexed her gauntleted fists. "Tch. They really think waves like this can break us?" Her grin was wild, her eyes alight with battle fire.

Felix laughed, blood blades dissolving from his hands. "If this is the beginning, then let them keep coming. I'll carve a river of corpses until they choke on it."

Irina dispelled the last of her clones, sweat streaming down her brow. Her calm voice broke through the haze of arrogance and destruction. "Don't get careless. That was only the vanguard. If a stronger hollow leads the next wave…" She didn't finish, but her sharp eyes caught the others' attention.

Rudos leaned heavily on his staff, his wards flickering around the survivors he had protected. His breathing was shallow, but his expression resolute. "Irina's right. I can hold the line with my barriers, but if something beyond that swarm appears, we'll need more than brute force."

Ryuzen's golden eyes burned as he gazed at the crimson horizon, smoke still rising from smoldering ruins. His claws curled at his sides, electricity crackling faintly as his aura refused to fade. "Then we'll do what we've always done. Adapt. Survive. And crush whatever dares to crawl into this city."

The five stood in silence for a moment, surrounded by the wreckage of their battle. Around them, civilians began to emerge cautiously from the alleys and ruins. Faces pale and weary, yet their eyes carried something new—hope.

For the first time in a long while, the people of Vastera saw not despair, but protectors.

Whispers spread like wildfire through the survivors.

"Those kids… they saved us…"

"They're the Junior Blood Legion…?"

"If they can fight like that, maybe… maybe we'll live through this."

High above, hidden from sight, the commanders of the Garrison watched as reinforcements began to mobilize. One of them, a grizzled veteran with scars running across his jaw, muttered under his breath, "These brats… they might just be the key to surviving the coming storm."

The rumble of synchronized steps shook the streets before the survivors even saw them. Torchlight and mana-lamps pierced through the smoke as ranks of armored evolvers marched in flawless formation. Their presence was like a steel tide—unyielding, disciplined, overwhelming.

At the front, clad in crimson-black command armor etched with jagged scars of countless battles, strode Commander Boron Varn. His presence alone seemed to push back the lingering dread, his aura heavy as a mountain yet steady as a shield.

"Garrison No. 7, secure the perimeter!" His booming voice rolled like thunder. Immediately, two thousand men fanned out with precision, forming protective barriers around the wounded and cutting down lingering hollows that dared approach.

The survivors, who only moments ago cowered behind broken walls, broke into tears at the sight of the disciplined ranks. Relief swept across Vastera like a fresh wind.

Boron's gaze, however, was not on the civilians. It was locked onto the five battered figures who still stood unflinching amid the devastation. His sharp eyes scanned them one by one, then lingered on Ryuzen.

Stepping forward, he halted before the Junior Blood Legion. Silence followed—broken only by the dying flames crackling in the ruins.

"Young ones," Boron rumbled, his tone deep yet carrying respect. "I received reports of your feats in the dungeon… but to see you hold this city against a Hollow Wave before we arrived…" His lips curved into a rare, approving smile. "It is beyond what even I had expected."

Venus smirked, bruised but defiant. "So we passed your test, old man?"

Felix chuckled at her jab, but Boron didn't flinch. His attention remained on Ryuzen.

"You… boy." His voice dropped lower, almost contemplative. "Your growth… it is nothing short of monstrous. When I saw you last, you carried potential. Now… you carry the strength of a dragon."

Ryuzen met his gaze without flinching. "Potential means nothing unless it's proven. Today… we proved it."

"Haha..." Boron let out a deep laugh that echoed through the ruins, startling some of the onlookers.

"Hah! Spoken like a true warrior." Then his tone shifted, colder, sharper. "But remember this. Talent and power are blades—blades that cut both your enemies and yourself. Wield it carefully, or it will consume you."

With a firm gesture, he turned to his soldiers. "The Junior Blood Legion has my recognition. Mark their names. They are no longer rookies—they are defenders of Humanity."

The declaration rippled across the city, and the crowd erupted into cheers. For the first time, the Junior Blood Legion stood not as hidden prodigies but as heroes acknowledged by the Garrison itself.

The battle against the Hollows continued in waves after waves, but Junior Blood Legion and Garrison 7 fought bravely.

Eventually they were close to victory.

News spread like wildfire. Commander Boron Varn's declaration was not something that could be ignored. In the Garrison hierarchy, his words carried the weight of law—when he recognized someone, the Empire listened.

By dawn, communication lines buzzed across regions. Reports of the Junior Blood Legion's feats—clearing Hell Mode dungeons repeatedly, slaying the Chrysalis Empress, and standing against a city-wide Hollow Wave—reached the ears of high command.

Within the marble halls of the United Council of Horizon Alliance, voices rose in both awe and alarm.

"17 years old… and already standing at Level 35? Such growth is unnatural."

"Not just unnatural. Dangerous. What if this boy Ryuzen cannot be controlled?"

"Control is irrelevant. We must claim him for the Alliance before other factions sink their claws into him."

Across distant lands, powerful guilds and clans received the same news. The Temporals Guild, who had already extended offers, seethed with regret at his refusals. The Northern Iceblade Clan saw opportunity in his frost powers. Even the United Academy of Evolvers placed his name under urgent review.

But above all, the Blood Legion's Six Legendary Commanders were stirred. Reports of their juniors carving their names into history so soon reached them like a blazing warhorn. Some smiled with pride, others clenched their jaws at the weight of responsibility this would bring.