Awakening: Reincarnating With the SSS-Level Extraction Talent - Chapter 511 - 511: Epilogue (1/2), Aftermath of the Cities
Blue light surged around Alex’s body, and with a soft fwoosh, he reappeared within the realm of [Universal Descent].
The familiar yet surreal atmosphere of the world welcomed him instantly, the air held the faint hum of magic, and the skies above shimmered with a color that didn’t quite exist on Earth.
He let out a quiet sigh, rubbing his forehead.
Moments earlier, he’d been stuck in yet another long-winded meeting with some of the planetary leaders, discussing a new interworld energy grid that, frankly, didn’t interest him at all.
They were all too eager to talk politics and theory, while Alex only cared about one thing right now, his people, his allies, his friends.
He waved his hand to open the [World Map], the interface still perfectly responsive even after ten years.
Because he had explored every corner of the game, there wasn’t a single location he couldn’t instantly access.
Without hesitation, he tapped [Angel City].
With a ripple of light, he vanished again.
A moment later, Alex stood at the base of the grand marble gates of [Angel City].
The place had changed.
The once-regal city, already massive during the days of the [Chosen Games], had grown even larger.
Entire new districts stretched into the sky, connected by hovering bridges and powered by angelic energy.
The buildings sparkled in the sunlight, casting long golden shadows over the streets.
A protective barrier shimmered faintly overhead like a dome of light, still as radiant as ever.
Almost immediately, the stationed guards spotted him.
“Call the King! FateBreaker is here!”
“Wait—what? Really?! It’s him?!”
Word spread quickly.
The name “FateBreaker” still carried an almost mythic weight, especially among the angelic race.
To them, Alex was more than just a hero, he was a living legend.
The one who had helped them conquer their enemies and rise to prominence after the chaos of the Games.
As Alex approached the inner gates, a familiar figure walked through the crowd.
It was none other than King Volks, the ruler of the angels, clad in ceremonial armor with streaks of golden energy running along the plates.
“Hey there, old friend,” Volks grinned, extending his hand.
Alex met it with a firm shake.
“Still standing strong, huh? Gotta say, Angel City looks better every time I see it.”
“All thanks to the foundation you helped us build,” Volks replied, looking up at the spires of his city with pride.
“Peace has reigned for a decade now. Sure, we’re still prepared for war, always will be, but for the most part, the skies have stayed clear.”
“As they should,” Alex nodded, “Though you know I don’t get involved anymore. If something does happen, it’s up to you to handle it.”
“Wouldn’t expect anything less,” Volks chuckled.
Alex offered a small smile.
“Just stopping by this time. I’ll drop in again later.”
Volks nodded in understanding, but suddenly scratched the back of his head, his tone shifting.
“Hey, uh… Alex?”
“Hm?”
“My daughter… she said she wants to—”
“No,” Alex interrupted immediately, grinning, “No more wives. I’ve got my hands full already.”
“A shame,” Volks sighed dramatically, though clearly amused, “She’s not going to take the rejection well.”
“She’ll live,” Alex shrugged, and with a wave, opened his [World Map] again.
This time, he selected [Dragon City].
Fwish! Ding!
He landed just outside the main gates, and like Angel City, Dragon City had undergone a massive transformation.
Once reduced to rubble during his climactic battle against the [Hatred Demon], the city had since been rebuilt.
Not only restored, but improved in every possible way.
Towering obsidian walls lined with glowing runes now surrounded it, and thick clouds hovered low, pulsing with storm energy.
The dragons had returned, stronger, more unified.
He didn’t have time to take it all in before the sky cracked open.
Nine flashes of lightning struck the ground around him, and from them emerged the [Primordial Dragons], all nine of them, alive and healthy.
Their auras flared like tidal waves of power.
“FateBreaker,” Xyrran said with a wide, toothy grin, “Back again to destroy our home?”
Alex smirked.
“I already told you, it was a one-time thing. And besides, maybe that was payback for throwing me into the Abyss in the first place.”
The other dragons laughed, their voices rumbling like distant thunder.
In time, Alex had told them the truth, that it was his fight with the Hatred Demon that led to their city’s obliteration.
They took it well, surprisingly.
Perhaps they realized that in losing everything, they’d gained something greater.
Their city was now stronger than ever, and so were they.
Alex glanced around.
“Where’s Alphox?”
A low growl echoed from behind.
“Stop asking for me like I’m your pet,” a familiar voice grumbled.
Alex stepped aside just in time to dodge a casual swipe from a clawed hand.
Turning around, he saw Alphox behind.
“Sorry, force of habit,” Alex said with a smirk.
Alphox still looked majestic, his scales gleamed like forged metal, and his horns had grown even longer.
Though he had refused to reclaim the title of [Primordial Dragon], he had taken on a new one, [Dragon Lord].
It suited him perfectly.
His strength hadn’t diminished, and he had no interest in politics, just strength and honor.
“It’s been ten years exactly,” Alphox said, stretching his wings, “So, you’re making your rounds, huh?”
“Got it in one,” Alex nodded, “Guess I got hit with a bit of nostalgia.”
“Well, enjoy it while you can,” Alphox snorted, “We’ve got a council meeting to attend. The usual boring stuff.”
“Wouldn’t dream of stopping you,” Alex laughed.
The dragons gave respectful nods before taking off, vanishing into the sky one after another.
Alex stood alone once more.
With a flick of his hand, he opened the [World Map] again.
Only one place left, [Undead Land].
Fwish! Ding!
The landscape changed drastically.
Now he stood before the massive gates of the [Undead Castle], which had been rebuilt into a sprawling necropolis.
Where once there had only been ruins, now there were entire streets of gloomy houses made from blackened stone and bone.
Graves lined the walkways, and eerie blue lanterns floated through the air.
All around him, undead moved freely, skeletons in robes, hulking ghouls, pale vampires, and other creatures of the night.
Astolf had done it.
After leaving Alex’s side, the Undead King had spent years rebuilding [Undead Land] using the powers of the [Heart of Endless Dread], gathering undead from every corner of Universal Descent and offering them a new home.
Alex walked through the streets quietly, taking it all in.
Even here, whispers echoed.
“FateBreaker…”
“The champion… he’s here…”
The undead recognized him.
Some by sight, others by the sheer weight of his presence.
He reached the main gates and entered the castle, pushing through the massive doors until he reached the [Throne Room].
And there he was, Astolf.
Sitting upon a throne of bone and black steel, the Undead King watched him with glowing blue eyes in his skeletal skull.
“Oh?” Astolf’s voice rattled like wind over tombstones, “You’re here. How predictable, human.”
Alex smirked.
“Dropped by Dragon City too. Alphox says hi.”
“We speak often,” Astolf replied, fingers steepled, “After all, we were trapped inside your body for months. Shared space tends to form bonds.”
“Miss it?”
“Not even a little. I prefer my throne,” Astolf replied without hesitation, “And besides, Undead Land keeps growing. More arrive every day.”
“Good for you,” Alex said, sincerely.
Without a word, Astolf snapped his fingers.
From the ground, skeletal arms emerged and began gently patting Alex’s head.
“…Seriously?” Alex blinked.
“Just accept it,” Astolf said flatly.
Alex sighed and turned to leave, opening the [World Map] once again.
He had checked on his cities, on the leaders who had once fought beside him.
But now, it was time to see the individuals.
