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But the dragon’s curse had a secret clause. The more divine essence she consumed, the more the dragon inside her awakened. He began to speak not as a whisper, but as a second set of lips moving in sync with hers. “You are enjoying this, little ghost,” he purred as she knelt over the corpse of the War God, drinking the steam rising from his severed head. “Your hatred for the gods is my hunger. We are one.” She knew then: the dragon had never wanted freedom. He wanted annihilation . And he was using her righteous fury as a leash. Only one god remained in the pantheon: Amaterasu-no-Kagura , the Sun Mother, who had personally driven the seven spears into the dragon’s wings.

The curse code, written in no mortal language, overwrote her cells. Her veins turned to liquid magma. Her eyes became vertical slits. And a voice—ancient, furious, and masculine—whispered inside her skull: “Finally. A vessel with no shadow. No soul to burn through. You will be my fang, little ghost. We are going to kill the gods who chained me.” Akane discovered the terrible nature of her curse quickly. She could no longer eat food. Her hunger was only sated by the Seieki —the “essence of life.” Not blood in the crude sense, but the raw, vital anima that flows through holy beings: the milk of a unicorn, the sweat of a celestial fox, the tears of a goddess, the marrow of a saint.

Ryūjin no Mikoto was not a willing benefactor. He was chained beneath the capital, his wings pinned by seven celestial spears, his mouth forced open by a golden bit. The "Dragon's Blessing" was a lie. It was a curse—a slow, agonized leaching of a god’s life. Dragon Blood - Ryuu no Noroi to Seieki de Kami ...

She is the last memory of the gods. And the first nightmare of whatever comes next.

The dragon’s curse had turned her into a . She was a walking anti-miracle. Chapter 3: The God-Slayer’s Progress The campaign was brutal and erotic in the way of old tragedies. Each time Akane drained a lesser deity, she felt the dragon’s pleasure ripple through her womb, her bones, her very breath. It was intimate. Violating. She hated it. But the more she hated, the more powerful she became. But the dragon’s curse had a secret clause

The battle did not take place in the heavens. It took place inside Akane’s own body.

A shrine maiden’s blessing? Akane would brush her hand against the maiden’s cheek, and the maiden would collapse, drained of her decades of accumulated spiritual power, leaving only a withered, happy corpse. A guardian wolf-god? Akane would whisper the dragon’s name, and the wolf would melt into a puddle of golden essence that she absorbed through her pores. “You are enjoying this, little ghost,” he purred

She reached into her own chest at the same time, grabbed the dragon’s essence-core, and bit it in half.