For the Revival of the Dragon Clan, There's Nothing Shameful About It!

In the afternoon, sunlight streamed through the one-way glass and onto the floor.

Di Tian sat upright in the gaming chair, his back ramrod straight.

His face was tense, his golden vertical pupils locked onto the Screen, and a thin layer of sweat had formed on his forehead.

Anyone who did not know better would have thought he was conversing with the legendary Dragon God.

In reality, he was struggling with a door.

On the Screen was Bleak Falls Barrow from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim.

In the game, freezing winds howled, snowflakes whirled, and ancient Nord ruins stood amid the blizzard.

"Damn it... how do I open this mechanism door?" Di Tian cursed in a low voice.

On the Screen, the Dragonborn, dressed in tattered leather armor and holding a rusty iron sword, foolishly turned the stone door carved with eagle, snake, and whale symbols over and over.

"There are no Soul Power fluctuations, nor any spiritual guidance." Di Tian gritted his teeth and stiffly tapped the keyboard. "If my true body were here, I'd smash this worthless stone apart with one Black Dragon Claw! Why make things so troublesome?!"

Beside him, Wang Qiuer had carelessly propped her long legs on the computer desk, clutching a large bag of spicy strips she had swiped from the counter.

She chewed noisily as she muttered indistinctly, "Uncle Di Tian, you're so dumb! Didn't that bandit have a Golden Claw on him? Take it out and look at its palm. The answer's right there!"

"Of course I knew that!" Di Tian's old face reddened as he stubbornly replied, "I was merely... observing! Observing the architectural style of this ruin! What would you know?!"

Under Wang Qiuer's disdainful gaze, Di Tian fumbled open the inventory and inspected the Golden Claw.

"Bear, moth, owl... so that's how it is."

With a rumble, the stone door rose.

Di Tian let out a breath and guided the character inside.

Logically speaking, the next step should have been exploring the dungeon and killing monsters.

Yet what happened next nearly made Lu Yuan, who was peeking from behind the counter, spray Sprite all over the Screen.

Di Tian guided the character into the burial chamber. Instead of moving deeper inside, he turned and walked toward a wooden shelf beside him.

On the shelf were several dusty broken plates, two empty wine bottles, and a piece of moldy bread.

Without hesitation, Di Tian picked them up.

[Obtained: Wooden Plate (Value: 1 Gold)]

[Obtained: Empty Wine Bottle (Value: 2 Gold)]

[Obtained: Red Apple (Value: 3 Gold)]

"Even a mosquito's leg is still meat." Di Tian's lips curled slightly as he looked at the notifications in the upper left corner.

Then, he began a thorough, carpet-style looting operation.

A draugr corpse on the ground? Search it!

[Obtained: Bone Meal.]

[Obtained: Ancient Nord Battle Axe (Value: 15 Gold)]

A ruined book on the table? Take it!

[Obtained: Ruined Book (Value: 0 Gold)]

Di Tian frowned. "Why is this book worthless? Forget it, I'll take it back and use it as firewood."

Linen burial wrappings in the corner? Pick them up!

[Obtained: Linen Burial Wrap (Value: 2 Gold)]

He did not even spare the poisonous-looking mushrooms by the roadside.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Wang Qiuer finally could not bear to watch anymore.

She stared at her normally proud uncle, her eyes widening.

"Uncle Di Tian... are you okay?" Wang Qiuer pointed at the Screen, her fingers trembling. "Don't you always say human things are all trash and unworthy of our dragon clan? You don't even care about Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones!"

"Why are you even picking up broken plates?!"

"And those burial wraps! They were used to wrap dead people! Why are you picking them up? Aren't they dirty?"

"And that rotten apple! It's moldy already! You're a Dragon King, for heaven's sake. How can you do something only beggars would do?!"

Di Tian's hand trembled at Wang Qiuer's questioning.

But he quickly calmed down. Without turning around, he continued looting the burial chamber.

"Qiuer, you're still young. You don't understand." As Di Tian controlled the character, who was trudging along due to excessive carrying weight, he spoke earnestly. "In this world called Skyrim, power costs money."

Di Tian's eyes were full of grievance. "You have no idea how black-hearted that general store owner in Riverwood is! A slightly better steel sword costs several hundred gold! And that court mage called Farengar dares to charge three hundred gold for the most basic Fireball spell!"

"I don't have a single coin right now. I can't even cast a tiny fireball. If I don't gather some... ahem, resources, how am I supposed to improve my strength?"

At this point, Di Tian's tone suddenly became righteous and imposing.

"I am doing this to learn those powerful Dragon Language spells! To witness the power of true dragons! To find hope for the soul beast race against heavenly tribulations!"

As he spoke, Di Tian controlled the character and stuffed a ceramic jar that looked like a chamber pot into the backpack.

"Those who accomplish great things do not fuss over trifles."

"For the revival of the dragon clan, for mastering the laws of the Thu'um..."

"What does picking up a little junk matter? This is called enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens!"

Wang Qiuer's mouth fell open, and the spicy strip in her hand dropped back into the bag.

She looked at the utterly serious Di Tian, then could only give him a thumbs-up and force out, "Uncle Di Tian, your skin... is thicker than Scarlet King's fur."

Scarlet King, beneath the table, sneezed and raised his head in confusion. "Woof? Who called me?"

At last, after looting the entire outer area of Bleak Falls Barrow clean, the character carrying several hundred pounds of junk and moving slower than a turtle finally shuffled to the deepest part of the burial chamber.

The view suddenly opened up.

A massive black stone wall stood at the end of the cavern.

The wall was covered in ancient cuneiform script and emitted a blue glow. A deep chant echoed through the air, like Dragon Language reverberating from ancient times.

At that moment, Di Tian's breathing quickened.

All traces of the aura he had displayed while picking up junk vanished, replaced by a fanatical expression.

"This is... the source of power." He could sense that every rune on the wall contained a force capable of prying at the laws of heaven and earth.

This was a form of word-spirit on a higher level than Soul Power and spiritual power.

He controlled the character and rushed forward desperately, though the excessive weight meant he could only inch forward step by step.

The instant the character approached the wall, the Screen suddenly darkened.

A rune in the center of the wall came alive, transforming into a streak of light that entered the character's body with a dragon's roar.

[Learned Dragon Shout: Unrelenting Force]

Even through the Screen, even though this was only a game—

At that instant, Di Tian felt as if his soul had been cleansed by a certain law.

The simple syllable, FUS, exploded in his mind and shattered his understanding of power.

"This is it... this is the feeling!"

Di Tian ripped off his headphones and sprang up from the chair.

A brilliant light burst from his golden vertical pupils, and he felt his blood boil.

"By relying solely on vocal resonance and will, one can invoke the laws of heaven and earth!"

In reality, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, attempting to grasp the inspiration from just now. His chest vibrated, and a deep sound emerged from his throat.

"Foo... Fus..."

As his voice sounded, a faint visible ripple actually appeared in the air of the private room.

The empty soda cans on the table began to tremble slightly, and the chandelier swayed gently.

"It worked! I felt it!" Di Tian clenched his fists in excitement.

"As long as I practice more and find more Word Walls in this world... I'll be able to recreate this divine skill in reality!"

"Then what Limit Douluo, what God Realm enforcers... before my roar, they'll all be blown into ashes!"

At that moment, Di Tian felt that his earlier scavenging had been completely worth it.

Forget picking up junk. Even if he had to clean toilets in the game in exchange for this kind of power, he would do it!

Just as Di Tian was immersed in joy and preparing to control the character back to town to sell off several hundred pounds of junk—

Suddenly.

A burst of pressure carrying a heavy smell of alcohol and fury crashed in from outside the internet café.

"Boss! I'm here to eat!"

The voice was incredibly loud, infused with the Soul Power of a rank 98 Super Douluo. It pierced through the internet café's soundproofing and reached inside.

The entire floor of the internet café shook.

Di Tian, who had been practicing the pronunciation and trying to seize that flash of insight into the laws, had his train of thought abruptly interrupted by the roar.

The power of law that had just gathered in his throat instantly dissipated.

The private room fell silent.

Di Tian slowly turned his head, his neck producing a series of cracking sounds.

His face darkened, veins bulging on his forehead, and the fury in his eyes nearly erupted.

It felt like being viciously interrupted just as one was about to make a breakthrough.

He slowly stood up, his golden vertical pupils coldly piercing through the glass of the private room as he looked toward Xuan Zi outside, holding a wine gourd and shouting in his disheveled state.

"Where did this crazy old man come from..." Di Tian's voice was incomparably low.

"You dare interrupt my chant? You're courting death!"

Wang Qiuer looked at Di Tian's icy gaze and silently shrank back.

It's over! Wang Qiuer lit a mental candle for the old man outside.

Uncle Di Tian is really angry! The last time he wore that expression... it seemed a hundred-thousand-year Thousand Jun Ant Emperor had accidentally stepped on his reverse scale. That ant... probably did not even leave any ashes behind, right?

Outside.

Xuan Zi held a chicken leg in one hand and a wine gourd in the other. He had originally been imposing, but the instant he met those golden vertical pupils, his heart violently contracted.

Every hair on his body stood on end, as though some natural predator had fixed its gaze upon him.

Even the chicken leg in his hand fell to the ground.

"That look..." Xuan Zi swallowed, half sobering up as shock and confusion filled his eyes. "Why does it feel... even scarier than when Mu En gets angry?"