Fifty years ago, rifts appeared in the world. These rifts spewed spirit beasts, ancient artifacts, and fragments of lost civilizations. The human race brought forth Talent Sigils and built guilds and families for survival.

These families include one of the oldest awakened bloodlines, known as "The Long Clan," said to trace its lineage from the dragons of antiquity.

However, rivalries also exist within great clans.

His name is Long Hao, the son of a dwindling lineage family who is ridiculed for being the embarrassment of the clan. It is not impossible for people to believe that he has only mediocre talent because the clan already labels him as the failure who does not deserve the name dragon.

But on the night before the awakening ceremony, there is a prohibited awakening within him.

> [Eclipse System… Activating
[Forbidden Talent Detected. Origin: Dragon-Eclipse Bloodline


It seems that *Heaven’s Law* itself has made

Long Hao wields forbidden talent, a skill feared not only by humans but also by the heavens.

The day that follows, the Awakening Stone has no talent, and the world laughs at him.

But Long Hao just smiled.

When the first dungeon appears out of nowhere in his high school, chaos breaks out. "The trash of the Long Clan" emerges and displays power that shocks the city.
He will overcome his destiny.
Above the guilds.

Above ancient clans. Beyond God's own command. A dragon ought to fly across the nine heavens, and he, named Long Hao, shall smash those who come to get in his way.

A dragon should soar across the nine heavens—
and Long Hao will shatter anyone who dares stand in his path.

The divide didn't remain abstract. It couldn't. Not anymore. At first—It had been moments. Individual choices. Small acts of refusal. Small acts of acceptance. Uncoordinated. Unconnected. But repetition—Changed things. Patterns formed. And patterns—Drew people together. Not physically at first. But in thought. In agreement. In belief.


In the eastern city—The wall still stood. Half aligned. Half uneven. But now—It wasn't just a structure. It was a boundary. Not enforced. Understood. People gathered on both sides. Not randomly. Not out of curiosity. With purpose.


On one side—Those who allowed adjustment. Those who accepted the system. Those who believed stability mattered more than uncertainty. On the other—Those who refused. Those who resisted correction. Those who believed choice mattered more than control. And between them—There was space. Not empty. Tense. Waiting.


Chapter 251 - NAMES GIVEN TO BELIEF