Epic of Ice Dragon: Reborn As An Ice Dragon With A System

Chapter 2357: Oda Nobunaga’s Endless Castle [75]

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Still resembling a humanoid dragon, Triton's form had transformed into something awe-inspiring, no longer just a boy fighting to survive, but a towering, muscular embodiment of soul itself.

His body, now composed entirely of golden and azure soul essence, radiated with a fluid brilliance that shimmered like moonlight on ocean waves. The energy coursing through him wasn't just power, it was memory, emotion, and defiance given shape.

With a guttural roar that echoed like thunder across the psychic realm, Triton hurled his massive arms forward. The cube surrounding him, once thought indestructible, shuddered under the pressure of his will.

BOOM!

The cube shattered, its fragments scattering like shards of glass across the warped landscape. The explosion sent ripples through Omoikane's Dominion, distorting the illusions and revealing cracks in the god's control.

"Aaaagh, my head!"

Omoikane groaned, clutching his temples. The backlash from the broken technique surged through his mind like a psychic storm. Blood trickled from his nose, and his vision blurred. It was a pain he hadn't felt in centuries—an unfamiliar, humiliating sting.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Not even the other Kami had ever broken through his psychic constructs. His Dominion was a fortress of thought, a realm where he reigned supreme.

And yet... Triton had done it.

"Nnnggh... T-This is impossible! What... What are you?! You didn't die—you became something else! Your soul... You're a soul! A soul that takes shape?! A ghost then—no! You're no ghost either—Ahaha... HAHAHAHA! YOU'RE NONSENSICAL! I CANNOT MAKE SENSE OF YOUR EXISTENCE!"

The God of Wisdom, once composed and calculating, now laughed with manic desperation. His voice cracked, his eyes wide with disbelief. Triton's existence defied logic, defied structure, defied everything Omoikane had built his power upon.

"I'm going to beat the crap out of you."

RUMBLE!

Triton surged forward, his massive fist colliding with Omoikane's face. The impact was like a meteor strike, sending the Kami hurtling backward. An eruption of soul essence followed, engulfing the god in a storm of golden light and oceanic fury.

BOOM!

But the victory was fleeting.

"Hahahah! You're truly something, child! You've grown stronger—unrecognizable from your former self. Fascinating! Hahaha! VERY FASCINATING, YES! I MUST DISSECT YOUR SOUL AND LEARN WHAT YOU ARE!"

Omoikane's voice echoed from above. The body Triton had struck was already gone—another illusion, another trick. The real Omoikane hovered high above, laughing with twisted delight.

"Shut up and fight me instead of running!"

Triton growled, his voice raw with fury. His soul burned brighter, his golden aura pulsing with righteous anger. He had been toyed with, mocked, and tortured. He wasn't going to let this continue.

"Yes, let's fight. But you stay far away from me, alright?"

Omoikane giggled, stroking his beard with theatrical flair. His Aura erupted again, twisting the very fabric of reality. The Dominion reshaped itself, becoming something even more grotesque.

{Esper Dominion: Mind-Eating Psychedelic Chaos}!

FLUOOOSH!

"What the hell...?!"

Triton gasped. Reality warped around him. Colors flickered and vanished. Giant faces laughed. Massive hands lunged from every direction, shaped like beasts, objects, and nightmares.

"Aaaaggh! No, no, no! Get out of my head! I won't fall for this again!"

Triton screamed as he was grabbed from all sides. His body twisted, releasing shockwaves of golden and azure light.

"You're asking me to leave your head? Silly child—I was never inside it. This is all real! My power is absolute. I am Ranked Third among the Kami, just behind Susanoo-sama and that other one. I bend minds and make my thoughts reality! I am omnipotent and omniscient in my Dominion!"

"That's bullshit! Nobody's unbeatable!"

Triton roared. His body spun, claws tearing through the giant hands. They exploded into white clouds and vanished. Giant eyes appeared, firing beams from every direction. Triton endured the pain, caught the eyes, and slashed them apart.

"Hahaha! Your struggle is futile! But I love watching you fight! I'll analyze everything and replicate it later. My masters will be pleased!"

Omoikane laughed as his body split into hundreds of identical clones, surrounding Triton. All of them smiled, laughed, and stroked their beards.

"Now, can you find the real me among all these copies?"

The Kami mocked him. The clones attacked from every angle. Triton roared, tearing through dozens, but they kept multiplying. Soon, he was buried beneath them, their psychic strikes battering him relentlessly.

"Aaaggh! Stop this crap! Noooo!"

Triton groaned, overwhelmed. Omoikane laughed, closing his hands to compress the clones around Triton's soul body, preparing to extract and study him.

"For a child, you're quite foul-mouthed. You should really watch your language. Oh well, you're gone now... That was surprisingly short. Almost too short!"

"RAAAAHHHH!"

BOOM!

Triton's Aura erupted like a spiraling vortex. His ocean soul surged, tearing the clones to shreds. Though he hadn't named the technique yet, he felt it evolving—becoming something more.

Naming techniques forged a bond between the user and the power. It embedded them into the soul, strengthening and refining them with each use. Invoking their names also helped them manifest more powerfully in reality.

"{Divine Soul Ocean Aura Arts}: {Soul-Crushing Maelstrom}!"

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Explosions engulfed the Dominion. The clones were annihilated in a flash of golden and azure light.

"Not bad. I guess I have to give it to you—you found me."

Omoikane smiled confidently. Triton glared, his soul body battered and barely regenerating.

"GRRRR..."

He was furious. His Aura burned brighter, tinged with gold. His resolve deepened.

He had to kill this damn old man.

Omoikane had toyed with him, tortured him, and mocked him. He was too dangerous to be left alive.

Triton was perhaps the only one who could confront his psychic powers.

It was his responsibility.

Time to prove himself to his master.

"What's wrong? Furious? Come to me, boy! Show me your worst! Hahaha!"

Omoikane laughed, his madness intensifying. His Dominion twisted into a dark hell. Monstrous demons bled from reality, roaring as they fused into a massive abomination to shield him.

Triton stood still.

Black and red chains surged from the ground, wrapping around his arms and legs.

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