In one of the old high rise buildings a mile away from the airport, two soldiers clad in modern equipment, wearing a full Ghillie suit watch over it with stoic eyes. The virtual Sun was long behind the clouds and all that was between them and the airport was the canal and bridge. Even at such a range, the two players had a perfect view of the parking lot and loomed over the assembling men like vultures to a creature that’s bound to die.
The one lying prone on a table facing the airport was using an M82A1 .50 High Caliber Sniper Rifle and another one was sitting beside him with an M21 Sniper Rifle with a telescope.
The one with the Fifty caliber raises his right arm into his headset that's built in the helmet he's wearing. He speaks with a stoic and mature voice.
"Spooker, We got massive movement at the airport. Berznick is making a move on Libertus. They just sent scouts on Horseback running to the Eastern side of the city. We'll be pushing through the East of the AO."
A rapsy reply with the sound of aircraft engines drowning out a portion of his voice replies.
"Affirmative Stalker, we're passing through MSR Churchill. Continue to report every 5 mikes on enemy disposition. Package is secured, the Super Galaxy is dead on time, we should get to the city in ETA ten mikes."
"Roger that Spooker. We'll start moving when you’ve reached the outskirts.”
o the carriage. He opened a hardened crate and inside was well preserved vegetables of differing types that are divided into their own quadrants. He proceeds to take two carrots, six potatoes, and two onions.
Proceeding into a smaller box, he took some dill as behind, Bahamut takes a chopping board and places it on the bench. With magic, she produces water and rinses her sharp claws as Jackson throws the ingredients at her. “Peel the potatoes and cut them into cubes. The carrot, just chop it up into squares.”
With a stylish flight, the Dragon uses its extreme precision to intercept the oncoming vegetables mid-flight and starts peeling and chopping there with only her claws. One by one, she’d kick the ingredients into the board as Jackson came back with some salt, a jar of cucumbers, and cream. “Ah, I forgot the broth and bacon. Bahamut, is the pot hot already?”
She nods and with this, the player threw in the cut onions and started to sauté it. “Go get the broth and bacon for me will you?” Taking off, the Dragon unfurled its wings midair and went into the carriage while Jackson had put in the potatoes and was followed by the carrot.
With this, he got himself a pan and sat it next to the fire where he flicked his finger as Bahamut threw at him a jar of vegetable broth and rolled strips of bacon. “Use your magic for a bit and heat up this fan.” Following this order, a ball of fire appears under it and the player douses it with some oil as he unrolls the bacon where he proceeds to cut them up into smaller pieces.
The smell made the Dragon’s snout lift up the skies as her spiky armored tail wagged. “Master, when can we eat steak again?” he giggles at her as he gets fully busy cooking. “When you can do my job.” he throws at her the cucumbers which she caught midair and sliced and diced into smaller pieces and with her tail, threw them into the pot where Jackson then filled it with the broth.
“You know how hard this is? Cooking for your bottomless pit of a stomach and then having to clean and maintain my crap.” The Dragon just took the board and started hovering with it under her. “Master, you should really try eating raw meat. I think Humans can also eat that type of meal, right?” she then returns the cutting board to the carriage, whilst the player shrugged his head.
He fills the pot with sour cream and then some broth with flour. “As if I’ll do that like some uncultured swine! You know, eating with our hands has become like a frown upon thing now in my country since everyone is now middle class or if poor, can still afford food.” he then takes the strips of bacon and sprinkles it into the pot.
Then came the dill, and Jackson sat on the bench. Wiping his forehead. “Phew. That should do it.” with a bored face, he opens his menu and goes into the internet browser and checks his Emails. “Boring, boring, boring. Another meeting with the Board of Directors?! Just what… ugh…” he then goes to a search engine and types “Best Food for Dragons This Season”.
With the recommendations popping up, he pressed the first one and started reading whilst the Dragon just landed on his thighs and balled up. “Huh. Bahamut, do you want to eat Bones or bone shards?” She immediately lifts her head and shrugs. “What?! No, Master! I only do that to feed infantile Dragons since no one in Eldwood ever thought of getting a female Dragon but me!”
“Ahahahaha! That is why we are all thankful to you, Bahamut.” With his free hand, it went right into the winged armored lizard ball that lay on his thigh and started to caress her belly. “But what about Giants though?”
“Meh, too hard. I tried it before but I just puked it afterwards.”
“Oof. Then what about fried pinwheel pork with- Oh, where the hell am I gonna find parsley and chorizo out in the middle of nowhere?”
As the pot started boiling the soup, the Dragon’s head lifted up and started sniffing the air and following afterward was the disappearance of the sound of the forest. “Hm? What’s wrong, Bahamut…? Wait…” his senses then started to awaken as he stood straight up. Going into his inventory, he picks his Longsword and Greatsword. With a revolver on the same belt as his eyes darted from left to right.
“Master… Do you remember me mentioning the poster saying it's Wolf Hunting Season today?” he nods as the Dragon climbs up to his right shoulder and the man gets into a combat stance. “Cut the fire.” with the order, all she had to do was swish her tail and the flames got put out.
With a quickdraw, Jackson pulled out his Python Revolver and shot at a large gray wolf that came out of a bush. With his free hand, he takes his longsword out and slices another that came from behind.
Bahamut on the other hand guarded his unchecked flanks and spat fire into a dark coloured wolf that tried to go for his arms. Five arrow shaped flames then appeared on top of her as she scanned the forest and one by one, fired them into the dense lush.
One whimper came after the other and after the fifth one, the man breathed a long sigh. “Is… is that all?” The Dragon then took off from his shoulder and hovered a few meters above the treetops.
Checking every direction, Bahamut dives down and in the final moment, spreads her wings and gently returns to her Master. “Yup.” he stretched his arms and sat back down. Now unselecting his weapons except his Longsword and walked to the carriage to fetch some bowls.
The two then ate in silence. Jackson’s eyes fully squinted as he didn’t let an inch of his guard down. “Oof, I seem to have made a bit too much. Well, we got something extra for dinner I guess. For now, we should head to town and check if that quest is still up.”
“But Master, what if we take these corpses and sell them? The Season had just begun. We can sell these and buy steaks!”
“Eh? But it smells so bad though. Use your magic and we have a deal.” Without a thought, she takes off and the carcasses of the wolves start to float and get skinned midair. The blood and flesh was subsequently kept in stasis as she got it all done in a matter of a minute.
With eight rolls of Wolf hide, Jackson hauled them into the side of his carriage where he then put the cut up corpses of the wolves into a crate. “Though, just where did they come from?”
The Dragon then landed on his shoulder and pointed her head to the direction of a small cliff. “There, Master.” it wasn’t far as even from his position, he could see it. With a sigh, he fetches his Greatsword and checks the ammo of his revolver and the man heads off into the forest.
Bahamut then took off and started to fly a few meters in front of him. She’d land on the branches and glide to another. Constantly on check of the surroundings.
The sound of the forest had returned and Jackson couldn’t be anymore happier to hear the chirping birds and the leaves flying about the land. “Kinda odd though there’s patches of open land here. What do you think, Bahamut?” the Dragon had completely not returned to him which made the man only keep his guard further up.
Soon, after walking for a few more hundred meters. Bahamut comes back and lands on his shoulder. “Master, dead ahead. It's the species you hate the most. There’s one of them.”
“Species I hate the…. Oh.” He then continues walking forward and upon the instruction of Bahamut, he crouches and with a silent walk notices a treehouse that’s in the middle of a patch of open land. “Eh? It’s not a crypt or a Mansion." He then opens his menu and notices his inventory only has some healing items and some backup weapons.
“Tsk, I was not prepared.” Scanning the surroundings, it was quite peaceful as there was even a garden in the back with some cows grazing a small field. “Is it a Chosen One like me?” she shrugs and the Dragon crawls to his left shoulder. “Master, I sense company coming from our Northwest.”
Turning his head, he sees a bunch of rough looking men, about 10 of them. With most of them shirtless, exposing their insanely toned and hairy bodies. On their backs were rolled up hides of wolf pelt as their leader, a bald man with pieces of plate armor on his body.
With his hand signals, the group immediately started to surround the tree as he went to the front door and stopped with his jaw dropped.
“H-Holy True God! That’s the most smoking hot body I’ve seen!” All the while, Jackson’s hand slowly reached for his pommel and another on his revolver's handle. Clocking it back as the window on the tree opens and a slender hand of a pale woman extends outwards. “Hello boys. What brings you to my home?”
In the bushes could hear the clacks of heeled shoes walk from the window to the front door where a slim and busty woman wearing a body tight gown that perfectly shows her large chest and amazing bosom to the world.
The group of Hunters was instantly smitten by her, as not only did she have a smoking body. But her face was also just as alluring, with a sharp chin and long thin nose and eyebrows, her silvery white hair flowed all the way down to knee length as the most buffed man in the group walked up to her. He was then greeted with an elegant bow by the woman and a smile that could smite even the hardest of men.
“I welcome you to my home travelers.” Her piercing blue eyes were alluring, as if the gaze was for your very heart. His made the leader instantly stand straight up and sheath his shortsword. “Hello, Miss. May I ask for your name?” she cutely giggled and made a quick reply. “Eirene Ardler.” This made him recoil. “A family name?! Hoh-hoho! No wonder your body is superb!” He then started touching her behind as he pulled the woman to his body. Her head is only leveling his insanely hard pecs.
“I have made my decision! From now on, you are my woman! Boys! Come to the front door!” Jackson just shrugs his head in cover as he looks at Bahamut. “Do you have enough for any Divine spells? These morons can’t even notice that there’s no smell of fire in that house.”
“Ahahahaha! May we lay with you now?”
“What a man… but I must ask that you take me on one by one. I do not like to be treated so roughly by so many… tall and buff handsome men.”
“Of course! Boys, go and take a rest! I’ll go first. Hardy, you're the second since you took out that red haired wolf!” With his hands going for her plump breasts, the woman takes him inside with her and Jackson, who was still hidden, was rummaging through his Menu, looking for anything.
“Dangit. Bahamut!” he wipes his face once again and sighs. “We overdid it yesterday, didn’t we?”
The front door suddenly opens and their once rough and tough leader was now a mere zombie of a person. His body all malnourished down to the very bones as he attacked his party members who were quick on there feet and slashed his head off.
Coming out of the front door was the same woman, now with her eyes all crimson red and her ears, sharp on its tips. She was fully naked and Jackson couldn’t help but shake his head. “Damn, she’s sexy.” as the Hunters fired their arrows right at her.
She merely swiped the iron tipped arrows out of the air and in a flash, was gone and two of them were mortally wounded on the chest.
Rather than running, they instead collapsed their tight group into a spread, checking for each other's corners as one by one, they went down. This was then followed by a freakish awakening of their dead friends who then went after those still living.
It ended with their last member being cut down by the woman. “Hm. That should be enough to last me for a year or two.” Her voice was beautiful, as if it could sing to him hymns from the Heavens and her tone, that of a Master orator.
Though she was buck naked, she didn’t care and went along the front door where she sat on the stairs, resting her chin on her palm as she sighed. Jackson on the other hand lifts his revolver and aims for her heart.
“Master, we need to run.” Hearing this made his hands tremble. “Wha-what… I am wearing a suit… the buffs should be enough to bump up my Dexterity to A Minus… my presence should be smaller than a leaf…” As his aim was off, the moment the iron sight overtook the body of the woman, she disappeared.
Behind him, Bahamut had turned into a larger form, now the size of a large dog. She swipes her tail making the woman float above them then in front of him. Seeing her now all close and near made him smack his lips. “Goddamn you're hot!” At the same time, he was already running for the hills.
The woman did not give chase, instead, she just had her head tilted as Bahamut grabbed Jackson by the shoulders and took flight. “Odd. A Human with a Dragon? My, Mankind never ceases to impress me even here. Now, to collect these bodies.”
Returning back to their camp, Jackson did not waste a moment in packing everything with Bahamut. As he hears a ping to his menu, he ignores it as the two rush to get it all in.
Within minutes, the two quickly rode to the main road and went to the nearest town where after an hour of resting, went ahead with their original quest that’s only a few miles out.
Reaching the entrance to the Dungeon, Jackson stops by the area where all the other carriages were parked. With the main doors still closed, he finds a spot where he can check Bahamut’s stats once again.
Opening his player options, a tab was lit up with a gold aura, and pressing the Companion tab. It shows the various Beasts and Creatures that he had collected over years of playing the Full Dive VR game and a notification arrow tells him to go up.
All their stats and a photo of them is shown. He scrolls up, passing through some creature’s reward or captured some over 3 years ago that ranges from some Griffins, Magical Horses, to even Big Birds that could lift an entire house.
He scrolls to his strongest and he finds it. A max level Dragon God named "Bahamut" which he acquired on December 24, 2038. The Dragon God has a Rarity of "Quest Reward Only" and states that he has unlocked its Companion Quests and Special Storyline “The Dragon’s Secret.” and the image shows a blacked out photo of a tall woman with a tiara and a long Gothic Dress.
“Eh?! Bahamut, you have a secret questline?!” The Dragon then flies to his shoulder and tilts his head. “Tsk, that stupid Cheating God. It even knows of that, huh. I already hate that he uses Souls from another world to power the body of the Chosen Ones, but to think it’d expose me.” sitting down, the small creature scratches its bell with his legs and proceeds to yawn.
“Well, Master. If you really want. You can help me assemble my Human form which you Chosen Ones so violently destroyed a few years ago.”
“Hey now, no one even expected you to have that final Humanoid form. Everyone was caught off guard and you started sending flying lightning blades at a stupid AoE range!”
“Even then Master. It's gone now. I’ve made that body using a set of special enchanted bones that cannot be normally constructed.” Jackson then checks the questline and it requires him to get some absurd materials. His eyes twitch at the ingredients he needs to assemble.
“D-Divine Birch Tree Sap… Ancient PRIMORDIAL BONESHARDS?!” The players passing by his carriage turned to the man as he screamed. He instantly puts his hands up his mouth as he sighs. “Bahamut! There’s only like two found in the entire planet! And you want me to fetch four?!”
“Where are the two found, Master?” he scoffs as he sits on the tailgate, getting a bowl and a spoon. He fills it with the bacon potato soup he made as he sighed in disbelief. “One is owned by Breznick. That much I know, but it's guarded by their Chromatic Dragon.”
“You mean… Zerzes, Master? The Chrome White Dragon of Heaven Fall?”
“Yes, him. No way are we gonna fight Breznick or even sack their Capital and fight a super Dragon. I know for fact that Chrome Dragons aren’t affected by the Twelve Pillars the same way as you are.”
“Then Master, let’s destroy the remaining pillars so that I could summon my God form.” This made Jackson quickly reject the proposal, making his arms do an X as he snipped more soup. “As if that’s gonna work on me. We’ve been together for more than three years now, Bahamut.”
“C’mooon! Master, I swear, I won’t do anything crazy! Just let me get access to my mountain sized form again, with that, Eldwood can conquer even Libertus or Breznick!”
“No. Just no. Even if you could access your God powers, I’d be doing everything in my power to prevent you from using it.” she tilted her head and breathed out. “Why though, Master? I could lay waste to all of our enemies and bring all of Eldwood’s territorial and material needs to meet.”
“It’s not that easy. You aren’t the only all powerful being here and there’s literal Chosen Ones who are by all means, Demigods. Maybe one or two you can easily topple. But what if its a group or a party? Mind you, not even we can stand toe to toe against Elizadeath and her Guardians.”
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“Pooooh… Master. You’ve seen how useful and awesome I am. Do you really think I wouldn’t have a plan for that?”
“And let’s say you get the attention of the One True God. What’re you gonna do by then? Albion is gone, the Dragons aren’t what they used to be anymore.” Hearing the name, a sad expression toils over her as Jackson laid down his bowl and lifted her up and smiled at her.
“Wha-What is it, Master? You're making me feel odd.” He then lays her down on his arms like a baby and starts to cradle her.
“Well, want me to cook us a snack? Don’t be sad. You're more than good enough for me. You don’t owe Eldwood anything. Just do you and stay by my side as always. Things might look rough right now… but I’m sure it's gonna work out… I hope.”
“Hm. It’s just that I’ve been feeling everyone’s stress lately, Master. I do not know that much about Humans yet, even in the three years we’ve been together, I still have so many questions but to see everyone so tired and busy…”
“Ahhhh, don’t think about that. That’s just how we Humans usually are. Want me to cook us some pancakes?”
As Jacksdon laid down a campfire and more carriages arrived by the minute, filling the dirt road with all sorts of wagons pulled by Mules to even winged horses. He started to make some pancakes as a cavalry of troops, led by a bunch of Knights sped past them.
It kicked up dirt as the player noticed the flag of Breznick alongside the Knight Order’s logo. Bahamut had to swipe her tail multiple times to protect the cakes from the dirt kicked up by the mounts.
The column lasted for multiple minutes as the Adventurers looked in awe of the massive amount of organized players that just passed them. “Haaaah… Mid Continent. I remember now why we need to lay low even more here."He flipped the pancake with a spatula and could feel the stares of some of the players.
More so, they were looking at his Longsword and the scabbard. “Woah, do you see that? I’m pretty sure that’s Black Steel. What’s someone like him doing here? Smurfing or something?” He ignores the comments, letting Bahamut take a bite as he follows suit.
Opening his menu, he noticed the time and with his companion, the two went to the dungeon entrance.
In front of a large door to a Dungeon where two giant Pillars of men are lifting the mountain side with an open plain outside it. There were olden inscriptions in a language now long lost to time whilst the statues inside showed Men and Dragon together.
He looks around at the other players, all of them are mid level and wearing rare and lavish armor with weapons made from a mixture of common and rare materials in the game to soldiers that look like they came from the Napoleonic Era, with Muskets that have Magical properties.
“Men! Remember your formations in the tight corridors! Magicians! Know your duty and do not collapse even when flanked!” He and Bahamut were both alone as most had with them a group of either four or six.
Many of the players also have good level companions that range from the lesser Wyverns, Humanoids with fur and fangs, to creepier Four Legged Hell spawns. Looking at the time, it nears 14:00.
He opens his horse Inventory by opening a pouch, a large space is revealed. 30X30 boxes. Inside was 1x Two-Handed Dark Sword that takes up 10X10 of the space, 2x Colt Python Revolvers that is 5X5, 2x M9 Berretta’s also 5X5 and the rest full of all sorts of Potions, ranging from Strength+ to Speed and Fast Healing.
In the very bottom, that’s currently highlighted as equipped was his Eldritch Longsword. In its stats, not only did it show its abilities, but also the Blacksmith player who made it. “Alright, fully equipped and ready.” he cracks his knuckles and neck and closes his eyes for a moment. Collecting his peace.
With the Longsword, he equips his pistols. His large trench coat covers its Black and Silver scabbard while his two revolvers are holstered on his hip and the M9 Beretta holstered on the sides of his chest, inside his suits Jacket.
He looks around once again and it's mostly small time player guilds and armies that're going to enter the Dungeon. Unlike in the larger events where the bigger Guilds would have literal field hospitals full of Healers and shops aligned with Merchant Players.
The starting area was full of just casuals and good friends. Making him smile a bit at the sight of non sweaty players of the game that he’d gotten so used to. "I might have overdone it with the disguise."
The large doors full of etches depicting a great war between Heroes and Demons slowly open and the players outside start to walk inside the Dungeon. Those Mages would summon creatures and they set off any traps left behind whilst Thieves and Rangers got ahead of there respective groups, already looting crates and boxes.
He looks inside and it seems to be very well lit, with lanterns lighting up the path, though the bricks that serve as the wall are very worn and old, with leaves growing into and outside of it. The only light source inside are the green lanterns that seem to never run out of gas to fuel its light.
“What’s the feel here, Bahamut?”
“Nothing exceptional, Master. The first floor seems to be full of mobs you can walk over.”
“Good.”
He walks over to the open plain where other players in Wizard and Witch class are summoning skeletons and orcs through enchantment and written symbols on the ground. Having them run over to the unknown corridors to fight whatever mob was there and set off anything else that was left behind by the main group of players.
He takes the little Dragon God with his hands and places it on his shoulder. All equipped and prepared, he walks back to the Dungeon entrance and heads deep inside its darkened and gritty stone corridors. Since many of the players have already entered the place and the few remaining are the organized armies and groups getting briefed about their tactics and formation inside the Dungeon.
The player got through the first floor without much problem. Making his walks deeper into the Dungeon an ease.
But as he continued down, the air became heavier and more eerie. Sounds of battle already echo into the 1st floor. Monsters roaring and Swords clash against heavy materials creating a clunking sound that could be heard from the staircase that leads down to the lower levels. Large fighting is occurring and he takes his time. Letting the other players pave the way deeper into the Dungeon.
"9 More floors. I wish them luck." He silently whispers into the abyss as he heads off to another path, as he went here for a specific item to farm and not to join in the raid of the Dungeon. Looking at Bahamut who was scanning their surroundings. He points his finger forward. "Patrol and find me an Arch Priest. Let’s get this done before sundown."
“Will do, Master. Just beware of traps. I can sense some still around here.”
“Roger that.”
The little Dragon immediately flies into the Dungeon halls, its small size makes it easy for it to perform reconnaissance and alert its player of the enemies it has encountered. "Welp, don't get insta killed. I need your flames to help me out."
“Yes, Master. Don’t worry! That won’t happen again!”
“You better! Ahahahaha, I don’t have the money to revive you!”
As Paul continues his walk, the brick walls become more loose and the well aligned green lanterns becomes scattered, with some on the ground and parts of the wall wide open, as if explosions occurred which destroyed this part of the Dungeon Hall, an arrow suddenly gets hurled at him at an extremely high velocity and it makes a large clang as he hits it with his sword.
Deep in the dark corridor, he notices Bahamut firing off balls of fire into some mobs. "Looks like I walked myself into an ambush."
The High level Orcs push themselves out of the holes in the wall. Short swords with poison and have small shields to protect themselves.
Hastily, the little green men attack him, with one aiming for his chest and another at his legs. But like the high level player he is, he quickly uses his sword and slices through the one aiming for his chest and then pulls out the revolver from his hip and like a cowboy, he ends the one aiming for his legs with deathly precision while performing tricks with his revolver.
"Okay, Half a clip left here & almost empty on the other… Bahamut! You good?!"
“Yes, Master! Just cleaning up here!”
“Alright! Keep going then! These units are weak! So don’t be afraid to go farther!”
The other Orcs that wanted to entrap him in a circle quickly charge at him, Paul pulls his other revolver with his left hand and with the speed of a trained gunslinger, he ends the three with clean precise shots.
He immediately makes a small cross and looks at his stats and sees that the Orc has managed to cut down his health a bit though it was miniscule at most. He leaves the loot that spawned after killing the Orcs, merely walking over it, leaving it for the others.
A sound then caught him and with a quickdraw, he turned around and finished off an armored Orc that tried to throw an ax at him. “Tsk. I got a bit too competent there.”
A little bit annoyed with what just transpired, he opens his inventory and drinks a small health potion and struts along the even more deteriorating halls of the Dungeon. He hears a ping sound, prompting him to open the item called “Map of The Sleeping Princess and Dragon of the Moon Dungeon”, it materializes in front of him and unscrolls it, he sees that Bahamut has pinged him, the map reports that it has found the “The First Floor Library”, he hurriedly walks to it.
Outside was Bahamut, in an excited hover, eagerly awaiting for her Human to arrive. “Inside, I can sense one. His Mana is hot, Master. This one can spew fire like a Dragon.”
Patting the little dragon, Bahamut then slips into his trenchcoat. He lets himself inside through its thick door ornate with Demon Iconology, a giant library full of tall shelves with worn books about various schools of magic is revealed, with one revolver in hand and his sword on another, prepared to fight; he encounters a Dungeon Arch Priest after walking a bit inside.
It didn’t notice him, the burnt and bandaged skin of the robed man was buried in a book. Not caring for any sound made.
His eyes widen as he realizes that it has already activated a multitude of skills before he even detected it. Instantly he notices that it's at Level 100. “What?! It scales by opponent level?” Bahamut’s head then pops out of the coat, looking up to him. Master, we need to dodge.”
“FOOLISH MORTAL! I CAN SEE YOU!”
The Arch Priest, not even seeing Jackson, already detects him. Following Bahamut’s advice, the player quickly ran into cover as it began to perform its scripted animations like taunting the player to reveal itself, and like the other lower level Priests, it began casting Thunder shots and Volcanic Fireballs in a time interval.
He notices that it's taking its time to cast magic, but faster than lower level ones, he knows that if this Arch Priest has the same animation as the easier Demon Priests, he has a chance when it tries to cast a more powerful spell since it would take an extra 2 seconds to cast.
“Bahamut, give me some Mana.” She returns into his coat as he activates some spells that make his sword light up.
Dodging and weaving through the tall book shelves as small fires start and splinters of wood are shot off from each bolt. He awaits his chance to kill the Arch Priest. “Come on, come on, you rotting burning sack of crap.” he then notices the Mana was going to the Priest, prompting him to perform a dodge roll into a pile of books as a massive fireball was sent hurling at his former position.
The library’s various shelves came crashing down while the fire had started to violently spread around the room. The large space slowly becomes engulfed in fire with the withered old priest in the midst, walking about through the burnt shelves and books, destroying every cover Jackson could have.
He knew it was now or never, and with a moment to collect his breath, he nods. “Let’s go!” He rolls out of the shelf and goes out into the open area, stepping on burnt books. He looks the Arch Priest straight in the eyes and with a valiant tone he says.
“Try me.”
He sweeps his trenchcoat open, prompting Bahamut to fly out and start blasting fire attacks back. The Arch Priest starts using Ice magic but Bahamut's blue flame is too strong. The little dragon starts shaving off its health. Knowing that this was his chance, he holsters his revolver and grips his Longsword with two hands.
He uses a Heat Object spell with Disperse Mana, directing it to his Longsword and casts it. His weapon burns Violet with a Blue outline thanks to its special metal that it's made out of. In a matter of a second, he instantly appears a few meters behind the Arch Priest, with his sword’s blade angled thirty degrees to the right at neck height.
The Arch Priest’s head slowly slipped off, dropping to the floor as his Mana started spewing out like debris from an explosion.
His body plops lifelessly into the ground and starts dematerializing. Jackson looks behind him to check if his sword was enough to take down the high level foe, he knows that Priests aren’t meant to be fought head on, thus giving him the advantage in the situation, but his experience of the game tells him otherwise as the entire room started to collapse around him.
“Grrrrr… Bahamut, control the flames. Where is that Demon Heart?” doing as she is told, the Dragon stopped the majority of the fire though some was still spreading. This gave him time as he went to the body of the priest.
Using its robes, he wipes its rotting blood off his blade and sheathes it.
The smoke is slowly filling the room and the Arch Priest’s body has fully dematerialized and the loot has spawned. It's three empty Tesseract's and a Demon Heart. Used mostly as rare tools to save high level magic found on the world. “Heh-heh. Mission accomplished! Let’s head out!” He exits the burning room with Bahamut sitting on his shoulder.
As soon as they got out, the Dragon released its control of the flames. The entire place started to fall apart once again and he wiped some sweat off his head. “Good work as always, Bahamut.” The Dragon then just licked some ashes that got to his neck and face. “Of course, Master. I am the legendary Black Dragon after all!”
He giggled and shrugged his head. Walking back to the entrance as the Dragon profusely combed through his skin. Grooming him as much as she could with her small form. “Bahamut, you know your saliva is like Alcohol. I don’t wanna smell like a hospital again.”
On his way to the exit, he encounters a party of mid-leveled players. He quietly tries to go around them, avoiding confrontation when one of the group's main tanks taps him on his shoulder.
The burly man clad in heavy knight armor wielding a Greatsword looks at the dragon on his shoulder and then to his face, and with a voice of a middle aged man, he asks “Hello sir, may I ask where you got this Dragon of yours? It’s quite unique from the ones I see in towns and guilds.”
“Uhhhh, her? I got her off of an event a few years back. 2038 was the year of the Dragon and the event prize was the Dragon God Bahamut. The one we fight in Global events.”
“Wait what?! That small and cute thing is THE Bahamut?!” A small voice flanked Jackson in an annoyed tone. “Oy, what do you mean small and cute?” and the player continues talking in his excited tone. “So, does she have her Boss health and powers?! Like the Ancient Magic and Fire breath of the Stars?”
“Not really, as it would be very overpowered if players had a full powered Dragon God. She’s a nerfed version though she has a weaker version of the Fire Breath of the Stars and as you can see, she is not a few hundred meters long and as tall as a hotel… and I never got her to use those awesome red lighting.”
“You say that, but looking at her… dang I want one. Though I can’t even view her stats since she’s very small. So hard to open the prompt.”
The little dragon continually dodges the player's attempt to touch her. Even roaring a bit to intimidate the man. “Oy! I am not cute and small! I am the Dragon that proved to the Chromatics that even the likes of us can use the Rays of Fire!” Hearing her voice, the player nodded and bowed. “O-Oh, I apologize, Bahamut. Wow, even your voice is the same! Uhm, do you hate us by any chance?”
She shrugs her head as she neatly sat on her back on Jackson’s shoulders. “A bit bitter but as a Dragon, a good battle is a good battle. I can only give you all respect for standing against my weaker form and proving yourselves worthy to be Chosen for the gift of return.”
“T-Thank you, Goddess Bahamut! Do you also provide buffs?”
“I do. But I require an offering of something shiny.” The player then goes to his inventory and shoves a green sapphire up to her face. “Is this good enough? Can you do it to my entire party?” taking it, the Dragon teleports it away and the Knight lit up alongside his party members.
They were wowed enough to check their statuses and notices a buff was given to them called “Gift of the Dragon God of the Void - Provides 20% Damage Absorption for the next 24 Hours.”
“W-woah! Thank you! Bro, you have an amazing companion if she can even buff! Her stats must be wild!”
“Statwise, she’s not really that different from other high level Legendary dragons you can keep. Where she becomes unique is in her later evolution allowing her to be labeled as a Dragon God though by all means, she’s far from one but yea, her Fire breath is very damn OP. I hope she has the skill where she fires Laser Beams like an Orbital Platform but as I said, can’t make her do it.”
“Oh yea, I was part of that Global event. Goddess here kept firing off Blue and Violet fire breaths like it's nothing while spamming Ancient AoE Spells while raining down those red lightnings, though is she any different from the ones we can get from Dungeon diving in terms of skills?”
“Well, the Dragon God evolution gives her a skill that gives her an extra buff against humanoid, and demonic beings called the “Queen of the Dragons”. It also gives her the Mythical creature class since all Dragon Gods in the game are in that category… she also seems to have a Human form”
“Daaang, that’s so cool though. You get to have her Human form?”
“But it requires some super rare materials that I can’t be damned enough to get.”
“Oof, I guess this is why Dragons are mostly used by big Guilds, huh?”
“Yup. For a single person, this is an insanely tall order.” He shrugs and sighs. “But dang, Bahamut’s Human form is so sexy though from what I remember.” The Knight player immediately nods in agreement. “Hell yea dude. Like man, big boobs, a nice set of ass and she’s slim and lanky. I wonder what she looked like under the veil of her crown.”
“Bahamut, what face did you have?” She just shakes her head. “Heh-heh-heh. That is reserved, Master. I will not say anything about my facial features. It is not like I prefer that form anyways. I only did that as my wings have been rendered useless." She then sat on her side, her legs near her head as she started to lick her body.
“What is a Dragon without its wings? At that point, only my Human form is the effective one. Though I must tell you both, I did not use that for long. I only made it due to the changing climate of the Dragon Kingdom.”
“Ah, I remember. Yeah, the lore about your nation and country. I think Albion made the right decision anyways. It's a mutual relationship between our species.”
“Even then Master, for a Dragon to leave its true form… I just can’t get used to it. I find it repulsive even when the newly birthed Dragons are in their Human infant forms and do not know how to fly like we used to.”
The two players just looked at each other and to her, amazed by the sudden change of mood by the Dragon. “Well, let’s avoid that topic then.”
“Goddess Bahamut, have you ever had any offspring?” Hearing this made Jackson’s eyes open wide as he shrugged his head. “Dude, why are you asking her the hard hitting questions?”
“No.” She continues to lick her body nonchalantly. “In Dragon culture, it is best for us to find the most perfect of mates to create the strongest offspring. In my form, not even the Chromatic Dragons were worthy in my eyes.”
“Wow… I love Dragon Lore myself and I remember that Dragons tend to connect not only their physical body but also soul, right? To those they deem worthy of becoming a mate?”
“Yes. That is correct, Human. We do that as this union is made to last as possibly as both parents are needed to raise the best and socially functional Dragon. Let me remind you that we might be in solitude. But in our deepest parts, we are still Social creatures. With this connection, we may feel each others emotions and reach a better understanding of one another quicker.”
“Fun fact. Most of the time, Bahamut’s emotions are either hungry or lazy. I actually feel like its feeding off to me sometimes.”
“MASTER! DON’T GO SAYING THAT!”
“What? It's the truth!” the bulky Knight player just smiled as he looked at both of them, conversing like they’ve known each other for sixty years. “Don’t make me spill that whenever you see a busty girl, your brain goes haywire with lust, Master!
“OY~! YOU STUPID DRAGON! WHAT?! I’M STILL A MAN!” He giggled as he silently nodded. ”The ones we find in the overworld can only be evolved into Ancient Dragons, am I correct?” Before Jackson could go ham on Bahamut, he looks at him and nods.
“Indeed that is correct. But in the end, it's still a Dragon. Unless you’re willing to wait another 12 years for the Year of the Dragon, I just say go find one now and start raising it.” he starts petting Bahamut once again as the two look at the player and his party of eight behind him.
“Is my friends’ level enough? We range from Sixty to Seventy. We have pretty decent gears and good skills.”
“I can’t really say. Most of my time in this game, I’ve been solo but Dragons, and their nests aren’t fun at all. We’re talking about the most powerful NPCs in this game. Red Dragons, the ones that sleep in volcanoes usually call for multiple Level Two Hundred Legendaries. If it's a bunch of mid level players, get an army at that point. Also, remember, DRAGONS HERD.”
“Hmm, I see. So what’s her lore as to why she can’t bring her God form to the world?”
“Devs put in the lore that she’s not able to release her massive true form due to the surviving Seven of Eight Pillars of the High Wizards of God. It keeps her in check, which is I’m sure a prevention the Devs put up to make sure players aren’t running around with giant Dragon Gods out in the open world and other than that, I’ve maxed my bond with her already. It's actually at Two hundred and I’ve unlocked the secret storyline quest for her.”
“Oh, that place where players get their statuses upgraded right? The Pillars?”
“Yep, game lore stuff. Take your time in getting involved with it. It's pretty deep and complex. Though I wouldn’t mind my little friend here having a human form. Seems like she’s a total hottie too.” The two hear a small laugh. “Of course! I took a lot of time perfecting my human form. Master, if you were to see it. I am sure you wouldn’t lay your eyes on Vampires ever again.”
“Huh? Like, Vampires are meant to be looked at. What? Do you expect me to be able to not look and not get hard?”
“It’s just that, Master. We’ve come across so many beautiful women that would gladly bed with you. Some were outright throwing themselves at you. Yet you seem to either be aloof or missing some capabilities to copulate with your fellow Humans.”
“HUH?! EXCUSE ME?!”
“Remember Master, when one invited you to her bed by saying if you wanted to sleep together and you replied that you weren’t tired yet.” This made the man go beet red as he put both his hands up his face. “BAHAMUT! WE WERE IN THE MIDDLE OF A BANDIT CAMP!”
He sighs as he drags his hands from his face. “My head was pumped with adrenaline, what do you expect me to do?! Hell, I never even expected she’d ask me to sleep with her WHEN WE WERE DEFENDING THE PLACE FROM A BANDIT ARMY.”
“It’s more like twenty Bandits, Master.” he then buries his head in his hands and just growls. “Gaaaah… Why are you like this to me?”
The Knight player just laughs out loud. “Ahahahahaha-Haaaa…! Thank you sir for answering my questions. I apologize for taking some of your time. Man, you two are blast to be with. Are you part of any groups?”
“Yes, I am and you’ll get tired of our charade as soon as a day or two passes.”
“Ah, I see. No problemo. Nice suit by the way.”
“Right. Be careful alright? This Dungeon is pretty high level for it being in the Mid continent and some enemies scale to level. Stay here, and plan first. Get your bearings right and put the tasks in with your friends.”
“Of course. I’ll be sure to remind the other party members, thank you again. Bahamut, I wish you a good day too.”
“Thank you, Human. Since you have given me kindness, I shall add a bonus.”
“Hm?”
“If you plan to take a Dragon for yourself. I recommend finding a Wyvern of Green color. Your strengths will fare well with one.”
“Oh! Thank you. I will take this into account. My name by the way is ElevatedPopcorn.”
“PilotMan. Hope you have a good day.”
ElevatedPopcorn then returns to the party he is with, discussing their plan of attack on farming in the high level Dungeon. PilotMan then walks along to the exit, like someone who just went in and out of a shopping store, he casually walks along the guilds and parties rethinking their strategies outside. He hops onto his Horse and begins his journey back to the Village of Forculi to wrap up his active quests.