"Hngh—!!!"
Jinzhou, Yunling Valley, Bell-Chiming Ravine.
A high-pitched dragon's roar echoed through the valley.
"Huh? Ha~ha, ha—ha! Ha."
"I am—The Complete Dragon!!!"
A giant dragon, entirely black, with bulging muscles, two wings on its back, and about seven or eight meters tall, stood proudly in the center of the cold pool like a victor. Its broad, powerful dragon claws were stepping on the cold pool's original overlord—the Bell Borne Geochelone.
The Bell Borne Geochelone was lifeless, the large bell on its back shattered into pieces, its shell covered in deep, bone-visible wounds, and the ice armor attached to its body was smashed.
Without even having time to let out The Lament, it, the Overlord-Class Tacet Discord, the highest level beneath Threnodian, had fallen.
To be soloed by a monster of the same size without taking any damage—this was truly the shame of the Overlord-Class.
The next second, the giant turtle's physical form shattered, transforming into a Echo, a frequency that was constantly fading—composed of countless golden particles. The black giant dragon opened its mouth, inhaled, and swallowed it.
Afterward, the giant dragon's body grew scales interwoven with dark blue and black, covering all of its exposed muscles. The entire dragon instantly transformed from "bare" to majestic.
Of course, it also remembered to grow a large, thick, sturdy, and flexible inverted scale to cover its 'little brother,' which usually just swung around freely.
Phew~ Finally, a sense of security.
When the giant dragon opened its mouth again, what it exhaled was no longer an ordinary roar—the dragon's roar stirred up layers of violently surging water, which was once again shaken and shattered in the air by the dragon's roar, diffusing into a thick mist that enveloped the cold pool.
With a sudden realization, the giant dragon declared its presence to this world:
"Tides—I have returned! Ah ha ha ha ha..."
After all, Wuthering Waves are also "waves," right?
Finally, finally... it had finally obtained the power that matched the essence of its existence!
(Use "it" when referring to its Threnodian identity, "he" otherwise)
It had not been without devouring other Tacet Discords before—Threnodian was also a type of Tacet Discord, and as a Tacet Discord itself, it instinctively needed to devour other Tacet Discords as a condition for its continued existence and evolution.
But the power gained from devouring Tacet Discords below the Overlord-Class felt like obtaining small toys, making it instinctively and wholeheartedly despise them from the inside out. The improvements were minuscule, and it did not feel satiated.
It was like a strong adult, whose weapon, after collecting countless plastic radish knives, finally received a real sword!
Ah~
This thrill of advancement~
This rare feeling of satiation~
It's been a long time...
It closed its golden vertical pupils and immersed its thoughts into its mind—there was an information panel there that only he could see.
[{True Name}: Threnodian - Corrupted Ancient Relic
Tyrant of Greed and Desire
Echo of the Final Lament - Astrorottis Heratrouzloe Hoteliviata Ni Platinum Flame
{Level}: Overlord-Class
{Authority - Greed and Desire} (Unique):
An entity born from the infinite hidden worries and inner demons of intelligent life regarding the disasters caused by greed and desire during the birth and development of civilization;
As a deity who controls greed and desire, it can easily manipulate and guide the most fundamental greed and desire deep within any being;
The more greed and desire exist in a civilization, and the more 'disasters' caused by greed—such as the breakdown of interpersonal relationships, the loss of moral bottom lines, uneven distribution of social resources, corruption of social values, distortion of human ideological cognition, suppression of creativity and imagination, social unrest, and the instigation of wars—the stronger its vitality and power.
{Essence} (Unique):
Civilization endures, Wuthering Waves recur—as long as there are traces of civilization in the world plane it depends on, it will never truly die.
{Abilities}:
1. Devour
Frequency Modulation—Can arbitrarily devour the frequency of any existence to specifically enhance itself;
Can perceive, write, copy, and adjust the frequency of any existence. (Condition: The 'life essence,' or 'frequency,' of the 'any existence' must be smaller, lower, and weaker than the caster, or 'contact' and 'devour' must be used as bridges for communication between abilities and 'frequency.')
2. Dragon Breath
Black Flame—Can fuse and transform any devoured power into black flame to breathe out. The black flame possesses powerful scorching, adhering, and penetrating capabilities, with different effects depending on the fused power or frequency.
3. Bell Toll
Purge—Its roar can interfere with, vibrate, and disrupt the frequencies of all existing things.
4. Cold Tide
Celestial Phenomenon—Deeply resonates with frequencies related to the rules of 'water' and 'ice,' possessing the ability to control 'water' and 'ice' in nature to a certain extent, and can influence or generate celestial phenomena at most.]
If civilization is the Cohesion of human collective will, then the existence of Threnodian reflects the hidden worries and inner demons of the collective consciousness.
In the world of Wuthering Waves—that is, Solaris—everything has a "frequency" and can be explained by "frequency," including various creatures, supernatural powers, even space, and even humans.
Humans who can resonate with the frequencies of certain specific things and thus use them to unleash supernatural powers are called Resonators.
But even Resonators, most cannot perceive the frequencies of all things; only a very few powerful Resonators who are sensitive to frequencies can barely perceive one or two.
And this giant dragon, bearing the name Threnodian, has abilities that directly point to the most fundamental frequencies of all existing things, truly living up to Threnodian's reputation as the "backside of civilization."
However, this panel was not some kind of "system" or cheat; it simply existed, but no matter how it called out, it never responded, nor did it ever offer any help.
Yes, this large black dragon named Threnodian was a transmigrator—compared to the long and smelly (yet handsome and domineering) name this world gave him, he preferred his name from his previous life: Riel.
Riel vaguely remembered that when he hadn't transmigrated yet, he had just turned eighteen, had recently started university, and it was the May Day holiday. His roommates had all gone home, leaving him alone in the dorm to indulge.
That night, late, Riel clicked into a software with a white-haired little girl icon, searched for "Wuthering Waves," and while appreciating various alluring images, performed certain impulsive, exciting, and body-damaging acts with an Old Beijing Chicken Roll.
Hmm, that was the seventy-seventh time that day.
Then his eyes went black, and he transmigrated.
At least it wasn't as cliché as being run over by a dump truck.
But none of that mattered; what mattered was that he had another name,
Given to him by a woman after he transmigrated—her name was Fleurdelys, and she called him: Amaterasu.
"Fleurdelys..."
The giant dragon couldn't help but sigh as it recalled that figure,
"Wait for me... soon... it will be soon..."
As a transmigrator, how could it not know that in the near future, a black-haired Rover or Rover would come to save Fleurdelys.
But it hoped that the one to save her would be itself.
Uh... no need to dwell on whether it was human; at least Riel always considered himself human, just a bit special.
Besides, if it were a Rover, then so be it, but if it were a Rover... hmph hmph... it must be eliminated in its infancy!
Please! It was Threnodian! A negative aggregate of civilizational development! An existence inherently hostile to righteous companions!
One mountain cannot hold two tigers, and one Solaris cannot hold two Rover!
One protagonist for the world is enough!
Even if that person had a cheat like "Abu" that could absorb frequencies indiscriminately, so what? Remember that guy needed to eat Tacet Discords or Echos, frequencies, resonance energy, etc., to awaken, right?
Coincidentally, this naruto entity also eats, hehehe... as long as it takes every step before that "Abu," the original protagonist's strength improvement, or rather recovery, will be greatly restricted... Simply put, as long as it competes with that Abu for food, it can firmly sit on the protagonist's throne. What's so difficult about that?
So, it's a villain story where I snatch the protagonist's opportunities and rise?
I like that.
Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe... (This is a laugh so long it would take eating three Soul Palace elders to produce.)
It suppressed the wicked excitement in its heart and let out a light breath.
Its golden dragon eyes slowly opened, narrowing into slits, gazing into the distance—towards the far end—the tower inverted high in the sky—Avinoleum.
Riel fell into a memory—
"I remember, back then, I was still a little me..."