The Ultimate Beast World Glow-Up novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97 Zoran

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Finished

Rosalie let out a sigh, set down her bowl and fork, and announced, “We’ll be welcoming a new member into our little family very soon.”

Everyone at the table stopped eating. Cameron spoke up first. “Matriarch, is it because we haven’t done enough?”

Rosalie shook her head and offered the most reasonable explanation she could. “Julien helped me before, so I owe him a promise.

“And now it’s time for me to make good on that promise.”

Cameron lowered his head in disappointment. Micah shot Rosalie a long, searching look but stayed silent.

Declan slammed his bowl onto the table with a loud bang, his brows knotted, his tone practically sparking.

“If there’s no real feeling involved and it’s just a promise, then after he’s registered, you can still sign a letter of release for him, right?”

His sharp gaze pinned Rosalie in place. She froze for a second-because technically, he wasn’t

wrong.

Leon gently ladled soup into Rosalie’s bowl and said lightly, “Then, there’s no issue. When the time comes, give him a letter of release and let him go.”

That reminded Rosalie of something. She turned to look at Declan and Elijah.

“Right-there’s only one month left until March. The rice shop’s doing well now. I’m guessing in less than a month I’ll be able to sign letters of release for you two as well.”

Leon set his soup down and quietly edged toward the corner, hoping Rosalie wouldn’t notice him.

But Rosalie’s eyes were sharp as ever. She locked right onto where he was sitting. “You too. I promised I’d let you go first, and it’s been delayed this long.”

Declan’s face went from red to purple, his chest heaving, before he smacked the table with a loud crack.

“I’m done eating!” he burst out, furious.

He stormed off and slammed the door behind him, clearly livid.

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Chapter 97 Zoran

Elijah’s face, by contrast, was expressionless. He just said coolly, “Do as you like.”

Finished

But if you looked closely, you could see a faint heat smoldering between his brows-barely held

in check.

Back in his room, someone tapped on Declan’s back window. He grabbed a stool and hurled it at the wall, the crash echoing loudly.

He broke down and shouted inside the room, voice cracking.

“To hell with this so-called dragon ascension! I’m done with it!

“I’ll stay a damn flood dragon!”

Smack!

A palm cracked across his face, jerking his head to the side. Blood beaded at the corner of his mouth.

Declan clenched his lips hard, chest still heaving, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at the man in front of him.

The older male, Zoran Mistruck, beard already white, frowned at Declan’s useless outburst and snapped coldly.

“Yelling that loud—are you trying to tell the whole world that real dragons still exist?

“Do you want to be skinned alive and torn apart?”

At the mention of that terrifying existence above them, Declan’s gaze darkened. His whole posture collapsed, shoulders slumping as if the strength had been drained out of his spine.

He bowed his head and said quietly, “Mr. Mistruck, I really don’t want to become a true dragon.”

Zoran was, in fact, the leader of the dragon clan. Without obtaining the destined title from a fated person, Declan had no way to complete his transformation.

With things stalled for so long, of course, Zoran had come to check on him-only to find this ungrateful brat declaring he didn’t want to ascend at all.

Zoran looked utterly exasperated, voice rough with earnest anger. “Have you really forgotten our dragon clan’s vow that’s lasted for thousands of years?

“If you refuse to ascend, you’re failing your mother’s last wish!”

Declan clutched his head in agony. “Stop talking!”

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