Limitless Evolution: I’m The New Dragon God?

As members of the Junior Blood Legion, Ryuzen and Venus were granted residence in a modest, single-storey house located in Sector 15. It wasn't luxurious by any means, but it was safe, quiet, and comfortably distanced from the chaos they had grown too used to. Compared to survival tents and crumbling bunkers, this place felt like a palace.

Safe Zone -09, also known as Atlas Skycity, was an awe-inspiring marvel. Sprawled across floating platforms anchored by gravity-locking spires, it shimmered with sleek structures, glowing mana grids, and bustling airship docks. From what Ryuzen had gathered, it housed nearly twenty million survivors, making it one of the largest known havens on Earth 2.0.

There were only ten such Safe Zones in the entire world, each crafted by the combined genius of Horizon Alliance engineers and their mysterious Crafting Systems. According to old broadcasts and declassified records, Atlas had once withstood a Titan-class Hollow Wave, an onslaught so devastating that even nearby zones were annihilated. Yet Atlas stood tall.

That made it, without question, one of the most secure fortresses in existence.

But what truly unsettled Ryuzen wasn't the towering defenses or the strange technology. It was the name of the world itself: Earth.

The same name as the planet he came from.

Driven by a gnawing curiosity, Ryuzen sought answers. Disguising his search as innocent reading, he slipped into one of Atlas' oldest libraries, tucked within the Scholar District. The building itself was relic-like—quiet, shadowed by towering glass structures, its entrance guarded by ancient automaton statues.

Inside, he poured over texts. Some were half-burned, others yellowed with age.

And what he found chilled him more than any Hollow.

The Dragons had once ruled the world.

The legendary Dragon Queen Tiamat and the Hero Valarox had indeed existed.

But names like Ancient Egypt, Greece, Rome, Maya, Mesopotamia, and Indus Valley also appeared in the texts.

It was said that the Dragons had abolished all ancient empires and unified them under one rule—The Dragon God's Sovereignty.

"Dragon God..."

The name stirred something inside him. After all, his System's name was eerily similar.

"Could my system be somehow connected to all of this?" he murmured quietly.

He wasn't sure. So he continued to read.

"After the defeat of Dragon Queen in Dragon Slayer's hand, all other dragons mysteriously vanished. And Hero Valarox never to be found after that. But the humans regained their freedom from their oppressive grasp."

"Disgraced and hungry for power, humanity searched across the world. But they found nothing that could truly make them stronger."

Then came the Iron Age. They discovered gunpowder and invented destructive weapons like firearms and cannons.

But they soon realized these were not true power—they were toys in the face of dragons, should those colossal beings ever return.

So humanity continued to search. And in their ambition, they waged war among themselves.

Until the year the sky fractured.

That year marked the Arrival—when the first Hollows emerged, tearing through civilization like wildfire. System Interfaces appeared before individuals. Some awakened to Combat Systems, others to Crafting Systems, or even Beast Contract Systems.

Humanity was plunged into chaos, mutation, and forced evolution.

No one knew the origin. Some theorized a cosmic reset, others whispered of celestial intervention. And some believed it was merely a game played by godly forces.

Afterward, the world came to be known as Earth 2.0.

And the deeper he dug, the clearer one truth became—

> The Apocalypse wasn't an accident.

It was an engineered event.

But by who… or what?

That part remained buried in dust, ink, and silence.

Just then, an old woman's voice broke the quiet, her footsteps light as she approached his table.

"What are you reading, boy?"

Her faded eyes sparkled as she read the title of the book.

"Oh... Orion's Diary. Hmm... I must admit, you have excellent taste. It's one of the most authentic history books in our archive."

"You are?" Ryuzen asked with a small frown as he gently placed the book down.

The woman smiled and introduced herself with a soft nod.

"I'm the librarian."

"Huh? Isn't it about time for your retirement?"

She gave a sigh, adjusting her slightly crooked glasses before sitting down across from him.

"For a lonely old woman like me, this library is my retirement. The knowledge in these pages keeps me breathing. They whisper that this life hasn't been a complete waste. Even if you're a non-evolver, life is still precious..."

She went on with stories of her past, of regrets and memories Ryuzen didn't care to hear.

He quietly stood up, ready to leave.

But then, her tone suddenly changed. It wasn't warm or nostalgic. It was hollow. Cold. Something ancient echoed through her words.

"Oh Child of Fate... escape this world as soon as possible. The Dragon God's System... use it wisely."

Ryuzen froze.

His heartbeat quickened.

But when he turned around, she was just sitting there, blinking slowly, as if waking from a dream. Confused. Fragile. Human again.

"Did you just say something to me?" he asked carefully.

The old woman nodded with a tired smile.

"Oh yes... I was just telling you how my son abandoned me. Do you want to hear the rest?"

Ryuzen shook his head slowly.

"No. Thank you."

He left the library in silence, his thoughts spiraling.

Outside, the world felt different.

Quieter. Colder. As if something unseen was watching him.

Ryuzen knew there were mysteries surrounding the Dragon God's System—especially why it had chosen him instead of its original owner.

Until now, he had assumed everything would continue as it was. That he could use the system freely, without consequence.

But it seemed he was wrong.

The mystery of the Dragon God was no longer something distant. It was approaching. Fast.

Still, there was nothing to fear just yet. That voice… it hadn't felt hostile.

If anything, it sounded like someone who cared.

He didn't know who it was, or what it was—but he could feel it meant him no harm.

It had warned him to leave this world.

But why?

Was the situation really that dire?

Was Earth 2.0 beyond saving?