Ex-Rank Awakening: My Attacks Make Me Stronger - Chapter 341

Chapter 341: EX 341. Procedure
“That’s the captain,” Eden said after a long moment, pointing toward the fading trace of divine energy that had carried Leon away.

Adrian gave a small nod, his expression flat but faintly amused.

“Yeah. That’s him.”

Eden blinked, his brow furrowing.

“Wait, You’re telling me the man that showed up shirtless and kidnapped us midair, was the Captain?”

“Exactly.” Adrian replied without hesitation. His tone was so calm it only deepened Eden’s disbelief.

Eden opened his mouth to protest, then shut it again.

“…Why does he look so different?”

Adrian sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You should know the captain by now. Nothing he does ever makes sense.”

Eden was quiet after that, because it was true. Every encounter involving Leon seemed to defy logic—starting with his familiar, who was apparently the descendant of their captain. He decided it was better not to question how that even worked.

Lancelot, who had been observing in silence through most of their exchange, finally spoke up. “If you two are done with your reunion, I assume you’re not here to disrupt the training field.”

Adrian straightened immediately, giving a respectful nod.

“Of course not, Lieutenant. I just need to show my squadmate around. We’ll be quick.”

Lancelot studied him for a second, then nodded. “Alright. Take it as a short break. Be back soon—we still have a lot to do.”

“Yes, sir.”

As they stepped out of the training grounds, the sunlight hit the courtyard, gold against the marble paths leading deeper into the imperial compound.

Blessing perched neatly on Eden’s shoulder, her tiny wings folded like silk ribbons.

Adrian glanced at her.

“Looks like you’ve been through a lot yourself.”

Eden gave a dry laugh, scratching the back of his neck.

“You have no idea.”

Meanwhile, back in the imperial palace, the atmosphere in Leon’s chamber shifted.

Three glowing cores hovered in front of him, Elizabeth’s cores, reclaimed from the corpse of the dragon lord. Each pulsed faintly, fragments of essence flickering within them.

Leon sat cross-legged before them, his expression calm, almost solemn. The room vibrated with the low hum of divine energy, his presence alone enough to distort the air.

“Let’s begin,” he said quietly.

A radiant aura flared around him, white threaded with faint traces of black and gold, filling the chamber with a brilliance that bled into the halls beyond. The process to restore what was lost had begun.

****

Leon stood beside the bed, his gaze fixed on Elizabeth’s unconscious form. Her breathing was steady now, her face serene beneath the faint golden glow of the medical runes drawn across her skin.

She looked peaceful, too peaceful for someone who had come so close to death.

Leon’s eyes shifted to the three cores floating before him.

Each pulsed faintly, like sleeping stars—once dormant, but awakened and strengthened by the Dragonlord’s final act.

Even though part of that power had scattered after the battle, what remained was immense. Once those cores were returned, Elizabeth would not only recover but rise far stronger than before.

The only problem was how to do it.

Leon exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Do you have any idea what I’m supposed to do here?”

A deep, ancient voice rumbled in his mind.

‘Isn’t it simple? Just put them back in.’

Leon blinked slowly, lips pressing into a thin line. “It’s my fault for thinking you’d actually give good advice.”

‘Hey!’ Originus, sounded indignant. ‘Do you know how many people would kill to get guidance from the Great—’

Leon tuned him out halfway through the sentence. His focus drifted back to Elizabeth.

Her body had already been stabilized by the imperial healers; all that remained was the integration of the cores.

She looked fragile like that, hair spilling over the sheets, skin pale beneath the faint divine light, but her soul still burned bright beneath it all.

Leon’s divine sense swept over her, mapping every thread of energy, every possible path he could take.

For several long moments, he stood there in silence, then his eyes sharpened. He had it.

The idea had come from the very thing Originus just said—not that he’d ever admit it.

“Here goes nothing,” Leon murmured.

He lifted his hand, psychic energy flaring around him in translucent waves.

The three cores floated higher, orbiting in front of him. Then, with a thought, he pulled them toward himself.

A low hum filled the room as divine pressure thickened, bending the air.

Cracks of light ran along the cores as Leon forced their power to resonate,.his energy synchronizing with theirs.

From deep in his mind, Originus’s tone changed abruptly.

‘Wait. Boy… what are you doing?’

Leon didn’t answer. His focus narrowed to a single point, of control, precision and balance.

The room trembled.

And then, with a sharp crack that split the air, the three cores burst apart, disintegrating into brilliant stardust that scattered like falling embers around him.

****

Originus watched through the link in stunned silence, his ancient consciousness rattled.

The three dragon cores had shattered under Leon’s will like fragile glass.

For the 3rd time in centuries, and all because of a single boy, the primordial dragon couldn’t make sense of what he was seeing.

‘What is he doing?’ he thought, disbelief rippling through his voice.

‘Why destroy the cores ?’

But then, something caught his attention.

The stardust, wasn’t scattering.

They hovered, frozen midair, each particle glimmering like a suspended constellation. Originus’s ethereal pupils widened.

‘Don’t tell me…’

Leon stood at the center of it all, body outlined in faint white radiance. His psychic field spread outward, a silent storm of invisible pressure bending the air around him.

The particles that should have fled, rushing to bond with the nearest vessel or vanish into nature, remained trapped and locked within the boundaries of his control.

Originus finally understood. The boy wasn’t destroying the cores. He was disassembling them, reducing them to their purest state.

That realization alone left the primordial dragon speechless.

Holding raw core energy in place was meant to be impossible.

By nature’s own law, once a core was broken, its essence sought a host or a vessel, anything alive to anchor itself.

That was why every time Leon destroyed a beast core, the released energy rushed into him, it was a natural law.

But right now… Leon was breaking that law.