Leon sat cross-legged on the floor, still as stone, eyes half-lidded. The moment he chose Yes, the system responded like thunder in his mind. A current of information roared into him, blazing through his thoughts like wildfire, images, sensations, battle forms, instincts that didn't belong to any human. His breath hitched as the weight of the Black Draconic Art settled into his skull.
Tier VII.
The words echoed in his head. Among the seven tiers that governed power across the world, from weapons to skills to arts, Tier VII stood at the top. The Black Draconic Art wasn't just rare. It was racial. An inheritance of the ancient Draconic race, designed to elevate their own lineage, to awaken deeper powers buried in their blood.
But Leon was no dragon.
That reality struck almost immediately.
> [System Notification]
Error: Art cannot be learned due to Racial Incompatibility.
His eyes twitched, but he didn't panic.
"Doesn't matter," he muttered.
