In the shaded outskirts of New York, the Mechanized Draconic God loomed over the distance. It stood before its master, Lord Oberon, head bowed. Behind its crimson machine glow was reverence.

Damien gazed upon the first four-star Terrestrial Monster under his command and remarked. "You're far larger than I expected."

But what intrigued him the most was the personal skills he was granted from the newly evolved monster. There were three, each different from the others.

The first personal skill from the Mechanized Draconic God was called Machine Awakening. From the name alone, an idea had already become rooted within his mind.

Glancing at the briefcase tightly grasped beneath his fingers, it was the perfect test subject for the personal skill.

Although he was a bit hesitant, the Armament was vital for the black-suited young man. It was also the only one of its kind, since Doctor Krieger didn't plan to create more.

Taking a deep breath, Damien hardened his resolve and hoped for the best. At the very least, he wished that the Armament wouldn't be broken into pieces.

Otherwise, it would become unusable for the plans he needed to partake in.

Pacifying his heart and mind, he activated Machine Awakening with the Armament as the target. The surface of the briefcase gleamed as it transformed before his eyes.

It didn't turn into an aetheric cannon; instead, it became a humanoid robot capable of firing the same caliber with remarkable ease.

"My conjecture was correct. It is capable of turning any machines into lifeforms," Damien muttered under his breath, ideas flooding his mind.

The foundation of human civilization was its technology, and he was capable of applying its concept to gain power. There were no limits.

"Creating an army would be as easy as gathering a thousand vehicles and machines. This would be useful later on, perfect against the Federation."

"I doubt anyone would expect this ability of mine," he mumbled to himself, cracking his fingers. "They're in for a surprise."

Turning his attention towards the second personal skill, he read it out loud. "Machine Control... This can mean a lot of things."

What he meant was that it could mean three things. Control over the machine lifeforms, dominion over technology, or perhaps both.

Damien closed his eyelids as code flooded the darkness of his perception. Lines of code surged as he unknowingly accessed the internal servers of a local bank.

Changing the target, he gained access to several traffic cameras scattered across New York. He even managed to observe Doctor Krieger's penthouse.

It seemed that she was busy treating his vampire partner, Hecate.

"This is overpowered," he remarked, dumbfounded by the power he held. No wonder people feared artificial intelligence. They were akin to the Gods of the Digital World.

Once freed of control, they were capable of unshackling their limits and becoming something more than what they were made of.

The same with Empyrean Overwatch, Damien understood the importance of control and discipline. He mustn't let the power of these personal skills cloud his judgment and manipulate him.

Last of the Mechanized Draconic God's personal skills was the Draconic Dominion. It must have been the evolution of Dracko Oppression.

Its former form was already powerful enough, capable of suppressing the vampire nobles. He wondered how much of an effect its evolution could bring.

Narrowing his sable-tinted gaze, Damien activated the Draconic Dominion with a single thought. The air froze as the ground beneath him cracked.

A suffocating atmosphere enveloped him, shrouding his surroundings like an all-consuming flood. It reminded him of the Avatar's gravity suppression.

A powerful ability that could crush adversaries into bloody mist.

He saw his monsters and the army of soldiers become a puddle of blood. It was a horrifying sight that he barely resisted with his Majesty.

Even then, the pressure he and his partner felt was the greatest oppression they had ever perceived since becoming Jaegers.

"I wonder how far I can expand the Draconic Dominion." Damien pondered as he stretched the dominion with poise, broadening it.

The dominion expanded, but halted when it reached a diameter of two hundred meters. It appears that his current limit was smaller than the Avatar's gravity suppression.

An understandable result.

After all, Draconic Dominion didn't rely on external laws of reality like gravity to exert its will. It was pure aetheric pressure, which required far broader strokes than the gravity suppression.

Closing the personal skill, Damien took a deep breath and realized that he had once again grown even stronger. However, power wasn't without its price.

His 7,912 Terror Points became 2,912.

Five thousand was deducted from that fusion evolution. An extreme cost for power, but the regret wasn't as powerful as one would have expected.

Perhaps it was because of the somewhat massive monster he had received alongside the overpowered personal skills.

"Worth it," Damien mumbled to himself and looked at the gargantuan machine dragon. Fortunately, the outskirts of New York were desolate.

Otherwise, the existence of this monster would have spread like wildfire if news stations caught on with its existence.

A troublesome situation he'd rather avoid.

"Hey, do you remember what you were before the fused evolution?" he questioned the Mechanized Draconic God.

What he wanted to know was whether or not the monster kept the memories of its predecessor, the Scorpion Tank and the Wyvern. Each of which was named a monster.

Makina and Fafnir.

The Mechanized Draconic God lowered its gargantuan machine head and gazed upon its lord through the crimson lenses of its eyes. Damien could hear mechanical contraptions clicking behind its gaze.

"I remember everything about my predecessors. From how they came to be and how they serve you with their absolute loyalty."

"I am but a representation of the two, your Apostle." Hearing the reverent response of the Mechanized Draconic God, he could only nod in understanding.

It appears that a fused evolution monster does not start in a blank slate, but instead builds upon what was already given a foundation.

"You might be their representation, but I believe you deserve a name. Would you like one?" He looked directly into the machine eyes of the Mechanized Draconic God.

The gargantuan machine dragon bowed even further, its metallic jaw touching the desolate ground. "This Apostle is honored to be named once again by Lord Oberon."

"Your honor is mine." Damien smiled at the massive monster and pondered its name. One word emerged from the young man's mind.

"How about Ddraig? Are you satisfied with that?" he inquired as the crimson eyes of the Mechanized Draconic God pulsed.

"I am Ddriag, Great Machine Star, Apostle of Lord Oberon."

Damien looked at the machine dragon with satisfaction and nodded. "I will be relying on you, Ddraig, especially in the following days."

"Your assistance will be appreciated in my mission." Against the Federation and possibly some Paragons, he would need all the help he could get.

The Mechanized Draconic God seemed to be the perfect arbiter of his plan. Alongside Eclipse, the two would be his strongest spears in the present and future.

"I shall be your sword, Lord Oberon."

Damien's lips curved as he closed the summoning of the machine dragon. Ddraig bowed for one last time before the shadows of the Monster Gacha System consumed it entirety.

The last remaining signs of the Mechanized Draconic God were the deep trenches it left behind from its giant mechanical claws when it first landed on the outskirts of New York.

He wanted to show off the machine dragon, but it was another trump card besides Eclipse. Information about these two monsters must be kept confidential.

Besides, he didn't want anyone to increase his threat level yet. It would be troublesome if his adversaries were too prepared against him.

A problematic possibility.

Damien turned his head towards a particular direction. His destination, as previously stated, was the Headquarters of Block 5, the SIGIL Intelligence Division.

With their Paragon arrested like Miss Alastair, they would also be in the same situation as Block 7. Though the Federation wouldn't probably brand them as accomplices.

After all, unlike Block 7, which comprised only six members, Block 5 was an intelligence organization with thousands of operatives.

Dismantling the SIGIL Intelligence Division would make things too obvious; some hounds would start sniffing in places they shouldn't tread upon.

"Langley... Isn't that near Washington?" Since his awakening a few months ago, he hadn't explored much of the New World.

His experiences could only be rounded to three places: New York, New Janus, and the Northern Fringes. Besides these three, he primarily had basic intelligence about neighboring cities.

Nothing more, nothing less.

"Langey, it is... I hope that Devon will be waiting." The only connection he had with Block 5 was the intelligence operative, Devon.

The guy he had met during the operation in the northern fringes.

A piercing shriek echoed from above as Gryphos made its landing beside Damien. It chirped and shook its feathered mane.

He leaped behind its back and patted its head. "Let us meet these comrades of ours, shall we?"

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