A bigger barrier.

Damon had nowhere to be, so he willed his entire remaining mana pool into the spell. And with nearly three million mana, began increasing the size of the sphere to cover over half of the floating island.

But that wasn’t enough for Damon, as he accepted all twenty five of the XP Bundles he’d gathered.

And was promptly flashbanged with one notification, which was endless in its expansion.

In awe of the levels he’d just gained, he gazed at his status.

Damon was amazed. He had basically ascended. He got back to his task.

Putting an insane ten million mana into the active casting of the Divine Field of Damon’s Domain, it vastly expanded. The sphere suddenly engulfed the entire landmass, expanding over two hundred feet past even the furthest points.

And in a moment of awareness, Damon set the barrier to block any beings from entering who bore any within ill will, as well as striking out at them with divine lightning.

After finishing the preparation of his home and its protection, Damon was sitting upon his throne, Ember and Dirpe right beside him, as he released a pile of $40,000,000 worth of gold upon the ground for Dirpe to craze over.

But Dirpe was distraught, tears sniveling down her face, “But I thought master was mad at me?” She dejectedly posited.

“No, Dirpe, I wasn’t angry at you, or you Ember. I was… I was just emotional.” Damon sighed, preparing to expound but was promptly ignored as both girls just snuggled into him, content he wasn’t angry.

Damon wanted to tell them about everything, about his last life, about the last day of his last life, everything. But now wasn’t the time.

He embraced them, and slept peacefully, safely stowed away within the throne room of a mighty obsidian castle, tens of thousands of feet above the ground, within an impenetrable divine sphere of protection.

…

Elyra Lalabune, once a pitiful **** to the cruel Duke Bronstein, and before that, belonging to a caravan of slavers from a distant land, and before, the youngest daughter of the Lalabune clan, a proud Harengon family who were the lords of a small forest region.

Her father and brothers were slaughtered before her as a child by the slaver caravan, and her and her mother were captured. Her mother was sold, never to be seen again, but Elyra was kept along for the ride.

Now, she sat upon a mighty throne, as the Queen of the third strongest kingdom of the region. And she was no puppet queen either, a she’d already made several amendments, abolishing slavery for all citizens, nobility or otherwise. All wicked nobles had been persecuted, most being put to ****. More pure leaders were chosen for their spots.

With the fearsome army of constructs at her command, she had raided countless slaver hideouts and freed thousands of slaves. Within the week she had been crowned she was a renowned figure. She had countless suitors longing for her hand. Immeasurable marriage requests had been made, many even from far larger kingdoms, causing her council to begin salivating, but she denied every one of them.

The one request she had paid attention to was one pertaining to the overwhelming Chromatic Council.

The Chromatic Council was known far and wide throughout the world, and even though no kingdom has ever truly had their full support, many are in their hands, or claws.

Though, according to the correspondence, Lepus-Chalybe was now under the Councils full protection, no fee required. Elyra had one idea as to why, and she was right on the money.

…

Damon was suddenly overcome with a sneeze, shaking himself awake from the peaceful slumber. Dirpe had since gone to the piles of gold to sleep, and Ember was tranquilly asleep on the throne's armrest.

He rose from the throne and teleported to a random room he had constructed before. Four floors below his throne room, he was standing within a bare, obsidian black room. Utilizing his Greater Portal Manipulation, he began to establish some permanent gates to significant places.

One at the throne room of Elyra Lalabune, the Chromatic Council’s chamber, and his own throne room, specifically. As well as around various kingdoms he had traveled through the skies of, numbering over twenty by the end.

Damon walked through the portal to his own throne room, and was met with the same slumbering duo. He looked around and found Elgy behind the massive pile of gold, similarly slumped.

He teleported thirty thousand feet down, and was met with the torrential winds present at that height, though Damon was still, as firm as Steel in the sky. He cringed at the joke, before taking his Dragon Form.

He began to tear through the skies, going well over ten miles a second. After nearly an hour of flight, Damon was soaring over an unknown kingdom paying no attention before a blinding flash struck through his wing.

Or so the attacker thought, as Damon instantly took his humanoid form, teleporting behind the one who had tried to strike him.

But before he could move, the person before him turned in a frenzy, swinging through with a mighty blade, the aura of which told Damon it was specifically for slaying Dragons.

As Damon prepared to Disintegrate the hero before him he was struck by another attacker, one who had somehow avoided his Partial Omniscience. In the moment he was distracted, the hero before him was transported away.

That time he’d seen it though, as Damon teleported behind a blonde mage, smashing her over the head with a mighty fist. And with that, she was ****.

The Dragon slaying hero was quick to strike at Damon while cursing him, “You monster, I shall slay you before you cause any more damage!” And faster than Damon expected the blade sliced through his stomach.