Reborn As The Minor Villain In A Romance Fantasy Novel - Chapter 235

Chapter 235: Against A Dragon King
The Himmelsturm patriarch looked at the others as their faces slowly drained of color.

His thoughts were correct… painfully, terrifyingly correct.

Unless Lucius willed it and he purposely allowed you to bypass Infinity,you would never land a hit. Not in this lifetime, not in the next.

He swallowed.

That Dragon… the blond haired man that Lucius had just thrown out was one of the two apex Dragons living in Skyline City.

The father of the Dragon girl and one of the living disasters Aurelia’s S-ranks fought.

They’d lost multiple S-ranks just to force a stalemate with the two dragons yet Lucius had completely neutralized him with a single passive barrier.

A single barrier.

‘The only way anyone can hit him… is if he allows it. Like I said.’ the Himmelsturm Patriarch thought with dread, his fingers tightening into a trembling fist.

Regardless of Lucius’s official rank, as long as that boy had Infinity and Space, the council might as well pack their weapons and retire.

What stopped Lucius from spamming Infinity and collapsing their hearts into a singularity?

Absolutely nothing.

‘Fucking overpowered…’

He wished… deep down that he was that overpowered.

Another thunderous shudder tore through the chamber as the Dragon returned, bursting through the air with a violent whip of his wings.

This time he descended from above in a blur with his fist cocked back and killing intent slicing through the atmosphere…

“DAD, STOP!”

Minerva threw up both hands with panic painting her features.

The blond Dragon froze mid-strike, glaring down at her with a frown carved from stone.

“I will deal with you later.”

And without another word, he completed the swing… his fist smashing into Lucius who had deactivated Infinity.

The force still sent Lucius flying out of the room like a comet launched from a cannon, blasting through the outer wall.

The Dragon followed him instantly, tearing after him with a flap of his wings that shattered windows from the pressure alone.

Lucius spun mid-air, shaking his head.

“You hit like a girl.”

The Dragon recoiled… not from the insult, but from pure anger boosting straight at him with another shockwave of mana. His kick shot out with the speed of a missile.

Lucius tilted his body just slightly, dodging the strike with insulting ease.

His eyes scanned the barren wasteland around them. It was just a meeting building in the middle of nowhere.

“Why am I even here again?” Lucius muttered.

The President’s voice echoed from a speaker system.

“The Dragon King, D’arr Jura, called on the council because he wishes to fight you for the disrespect you showed him. This meeting was convened solely for that purpose.”

“You could have at least informed me,” Lucius snapped. “Instead of threatening me with retracting benefits or whatever. I’m taking extra compensation when I’m done.”

The President did not reply. But every council member stiffened.

Compensation from Lucius usually meant losing money, land… or dignity.

A shadow loomed behind Lucius as Jura’s fist slammed into his back.

Infinity shimmered, stopping it cold. Lucius turned his head to the blond Dragon.

“Look, we got off on the wrong foot, but because of Minerva… I don’t want to hur—”

“My daughter’s name is not Minerva,” Jura snarled. “It is Jurea D’arr, heir to my bloodline. You will not sully her name with your rabid human nonsense.”

Lucius blinked. “Rabid?”

“You parade women around like trophies,” Jura spat, pushing off the barrier and spreading his wings. “You think my daughter is like those low-grade women you cling to? What disease-ridden thought made you believe you could tame a dragon?”

Lucius stared at him blankly.

Not shocked… just… done.

“I even saved your daughter,” Lucius said. “And this is what I get?”

“Drop your barrier,” Jura growled. “Fight me like a man.”

Lucius exhaled slowly.

‘I could have literally gotten the Dragon Slayer title. But I chose to spare her…’

Not only had Jura ignored Lucius’s warning about insulting his women, the bastard hadn’t even thanked him for returning Jurea alive.

‘Fine. I guess I’ll get the title by killing him.’

He let Infinity sizzle away. The air distorted as the impenetrable barrier collapsed.

Lucius curled two fingers in a beckoning gesture.

“You asked for it. Regardless of whether you’re Jurea’s father… you will die today.”

A crooked grin spread across his face.

“And honestly? I doubt she’d give a fuck if you died right now.”

Jura roared… his wings bursting open and shot forward like a meteor.

He didn’t even see the hit coming.

In the next instant, he was gone… sent flying into the sky with half his face twisted from the palm strike Lucius planted into him.

“What the—?!” Jura choked, flipping backward uncontrollably.

Lucius teleported ahead of him, appearing in the air with his leg raised.

His kick connected with Jura’s chin, exploding with compressed space. The impact launched the Dragon further upward, tearing through thick atmospheric layers like paper.

Lucius followed, teleporting again… his body flickering in short bursts as they traveled upward.

By the time Jura regained control, they were already in the upper atmosphere. His wings strained beneath the lack of air, body trembling as the pressure shifted.

He spread his wings out widely.

‘The air is thinner… this human shouldn’t be able to—’

A sudden force gripped his face.

Lucius threw him upward again, launching him out of the atmosphere entirely.

Jura hurtled upward, entering orbit like an unwilling satellite.

Lucius followed.

The moment he crossed into space, he felt it. That intoxicating sense of limitlessness, the freedom of cosmic space swelling inside him.

His mana surged as if the universe itself welcoming him.

Jura twitched, the fury boiling off him in waves.

His body began transforming… scales erupting from his skin like shards of obsidian. His limbs stretched and wings tore apart the vacuum as they expanded.

His fully transformed Dragon form dwarfed even Mynes as he was much bigger with jet-black scales and crimson eyes glowing like dying suns.

He tried to roar, but sound didn’t exist here.

His throat burned with blue fire instead, and he exhaled spewing a blast of dragonflame that could melt through battleships.

Lucius raised a single finger.

Space distorted and flicked outward.

The distortion erased the flame entirely.

Jura’s eyes widened. He ducked another distortion wave… this one slicing past him and leaving behind nothing but empty vacuum.

Not even dust remained in the path it carved.

He barely had time to look forward.

Lucius appeared before him, his fist cocked back.

The punch landed squarely in Jura’s snout… purple lightning erupting from Lucius’s arm as the blow cracked the Dragon’s skull and sent ripples through space itself.

The Dragon King’s body flickered, convulsed, and was sent spiraling backward into the void.

…

On Orbital Platform HW-01, better known among the staff as Heaven’s Watch, the daily routine rarely offered surprises.

The station drifted in its quiet orbit, a massive ring of steel and enchanted alloys reflecting starlight as it monitored planetary mana flow and atmospheric shifts.

For the crew, the monotony was a blessing; dull days meant the world below was safe.

Trent, one of the lowest-ranking astronauts assigned to exterior maintenance, floated along the hull with the slow movements of someone used to vacuum work.

His tether hummed slightly each time the station adjusted orbit, but otherwise the silence was complete.

His job was simple… to clean the solar panels with a mana-charged instrument that could withstand radiation, cosmic dust, and pretty much everything except boredom.

Compared to the researchers and tactical observers stationed inside, Trent had the most uneventful role imaginable.

Still, he always believed the outside of Heaven’s Watch held more wonder than anyone cared to notice.

Between the endless black and the shimmering curve of the planet below, he felt like he was drifting between worlds.

That was when he noticed it… just a flicker at first, a shifting glint of purple that didn’t belong to any known satellite or reflection.

He paused mid-polish as his eyes narrowed and then turned slowly in the direction of the light.

A second spark flashed, brighter this time, curling like lightning trapped inside invisible glass. It didn’t fade… it multiplied.

He squinted and adjusted his helmet’s visor.

At first he saw only faint shapes that distorted the stars behind them, but as he zoomed in further, the picture sharpened until two figures emerged.

They weren’t drifting aimlessly like debris; they were moving with deliberate bursts of speed, closing distance, clashing, separating, and colliding again.

And they were definitely not pilots in EVA suits.

Something in Trent’s mind clicked with violent enthusiasm.

‘Maybe I can stream this.’ He thought.

Without hesitation, he reached for the phone secured to his hip… standard astronaut issue, built with an alloy that could survive vacuum conditions and operate flawlessly without atmosphere.

He powered it on, opened Stitch, switched to the front camera, and began a livestream.

His hands trembled slightly as the viewer count climbed far faster than expected.

He barely had 300 viewers on a good day, but the numbers rose into the tens of thousands before he even zoomed in on the battle.

When the image finally sharpened, his jaw slackened inside his helmet.

The livestream comment bar began exploding in real time, but Trent barely saw it; all his focus was locked on the two combatants.

Because one of them was unmistakably Lucius. Even at this distance, His silhouette moved in impossibly sharp bursts, teleporting short distances through space as though it were no more restrictive than air.

And the opponent… Trent had to blink several times to believe it wasn’t human. The wings alone gave it away, enormous arcs of spectral energy that folded and extended with every maneuver.

Once the creature spun through the light of the sun, Trent recognized the glint of shimmering scale. It was a Skyline dragon. The kind that could devastate an entire battalion on land.

There were a lot of comments but Trent ignored all of them, anchoring his boots against a maintenance grip and zooming as far as his phone allowed.

At that moment, Lucius struck.

A punch wreathed in condensed space mana cratered into Jura’s face, distorting the dragon’s skull and sending the massive creature tumbling backward.

Trails of purple lightning spread through the vacuum like cracks in reality. Jura retaliated with bursts of blue flame, each explosion propelling his body away while creating walls of heat that distorted starlight.

Lucius dismissed the flames with a teleport, reappearing directly beside the dragon and delivering an uppercut that jolted Jura’s head back violently.

For someone observing from afar, the lack of sound made the violence seem surreal.

There was no roar and no detonation… only the movements themselves and the visual shockwaves of mana colliding in the void.

Jura’s claws clamped around Lucius’s torso, triggering a burst of condensed mana that detonated outward.

Space twisted from the force, and even Trent felt the tremor through the station’s shielded exterior. The explosion launched the dragon backward, but Lucius pursued with such speed that Trent nearly lost track of him.

Then, the world around Lucius fractured.

It looked as though invisible hands had grabbed space itself and snapped it like glass. Lucius’s body appeared to shatter into reflective shards.

Trent recognized it instantly. Years ago, the Skyline dragons had demonstrated this technique in a broadcast… it was known as Shatter, a spatial disruption powerful enough to kill an S-rank instantly.

But Lucius didn’t die.

He was already behind Jura, standing firmly on the dragon’s spine near the base of the skull.

His boots anchored against the scales with ease. He reached down with both hands, gripping the dragon’s long neck.

His face was calm and he looked bored.

Even though the vacuum should have swallowed all sound, Trent heard the next words without interference.

They reverberated through the mana sensors, through the station’s hull, and even through Stitch’s audio feed.

“Time to get my title.”

Lucius pulled.

The dragon’s body thrashed as space rippled around Lucius’s arms, reinforcing his grip.

With a sudden wrench powerful enough to distort the stars behind them, he tore Jura’s entire head from its neck.

Blood vaporized instantly, forming a thin mist that drifted away in shimmering red droplets.

The head floated lifelessly with it’s eyes dimming and he threw it down while the decapitated body began its descent into the planet’s atmosphere.

Friction ignited it almost immediately, transforming the corpse into a burning comet.

‘What the hell is going on?’ He thought.