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B3 | Chapter 15 - Like Mother Like Son

B3 | Chapter 15 - Like Mother Like Son

Alexia

“Huh…” I mutter as I stand next to the chest, looking at its contents floating above it. Or rather, the identify for the contents.

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Coat of the Lord of Illusions

Description: This coat was made from the fur of a fox lord and grants full immunity to illusions of creatures with a Species Class of A or below. The coat is perfectly fitted to the original finder, Alexia Knight.

Stats Bonus: +50 MEN, +50 MAG

Requirements: N/A

Item Tier: 4 (Item Tier increased by one due to the Legendary Feat, The First Clear)

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So… it’s useless. That’s basically what I’m getting from seeing this.

Guess I could give it to Astrid though. Then it wouldn’t be useless.

Yeah, that’s a good idea.

She probably doesn’t have a Tier 4 item yet.

Then again, most people probably don’t. It’s not as if Legendary Feat Bonuses like The First Clear grow on trees or anything after all.

I put the coat – which is the same color as the Fox Lord with its whitish orange fur – into my storage ring, then head over to the dungeon’s exit. And after briefly checking to make sure I’m not forgetting anything, I head on through, back to the Dimensional Block again.

Only to end up face to face with more than a few people battling right in front of me when I get out of the dungeon.

People who all stop what they’re doing to stare at me.

I stare back.

An awkward silence ensues.

Out of curiosity, I identify the bunch. And to my surprise, the people from the other Dimensional Block actually have a little tag attached to their ID. One with a little red skull, marking them as my Dimensional Block’s enemies.

Interesting.

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I purse my lips while tapping my chin under the tense atmosphere that’s built up. Meanwhile the enemies slowly try to back away, but I don’t let them, instead snapping my fingers and causing a small implosion to appear right next to their heads, basically erasing their heads in a quick glitch and killing them all in an instant.

Well, now if the others complain after the war I can tell them that I helped.

I nod my head to myself at that before beginning to teleport into the air under the bewildered and frightened gazes of the people I’d just saved.

Now then. On to finding that Dimensional Leader and Champion.

The fact that they’re both means they’re either the only Class S in their Dimensional Block, or they’re a well-known person from before the Reset. And considering my luck with these kinds of things, I’m gonna assume it’s the latter. Because at this point, I’m pretty sure my Dimensional Block has become the congregating place for people like that.

I follow after the sensation I feel from my Dimensional Conqueror Legendary Feat Bonus to the visiting Dimensional Champion and Leader. The fact that they never declared war on us, and I never got a message about a certain giant dying means they didn’t come to fight the Dimensional Block. Which I didn’t really expect them to try doing anyways.

What does confuse me a little though has I’m traveling is the direction I’m heading.

Because the direction I’m teleporting from island to island to go to appears to be home.

The first possibility that comes to mind is that the Dimensional Champion or Dimensional Leader came with a certain dragon. And that would sound like a rather plausible possibility.

But then who would that visitor be? Another dragon?

I get the feeling that another dragon entering the Dimensional Block would certainly provoke the dragonborn even more. Except that I’m pretty sure there are only a few dragons willing to become… the Dimensional Leader… of… a…

Shit.

Without any hesitation I immediately begin teleporting as fast as I can, even skipping entire islands in the process.

“Hmm?” the Architect suddenly makes a noise while opening his eyes on my shoulder. Meanwhile Luna does the same as we begin to near Ethan’s island, with the island itself slowly coming into sight after teleporting for who knows how long.

“Do you two sense something?” I ask, still not close enough to sense anything. But right as the Architect begins to answer, I begin to detect something as well.

“I didn’t expect to see her here so soon,” is all the Architect says in response.

My focus at this point though is more on the very powerful aura I feel coming from his island. One stronger than any aura I have ever sensed before.

The aura is just radiating nothing but pure, unadulterated power. So much power that it has me frowning.

If I had to describe my own aura, then it would probably be like a scythe coming to reap something. Death, but quick and painless, concentrated and not wasteful.

This aura though… this aura is boastful. Powerful and not afraid to admit it. Wasting mana naturally just as the aura spreads out to frighten those all around it.

A true dragon’s aura. One far stronger than Ethan’s aura, which has always felt small compared to the aura my soul lets off.

And this aura really is all I need to know about who the visitor is.

I keep teleporting over there as fast as I possibly can, but when I’m just about to arrive, I realize that I sense Astrid’s aura as well. And my panic only doubles.

After just a few more teleports, my panic suddenly turns into… confusion?

I frown as I lower myself to the ground using my soul. And frown even more when I realize just what it is that I’m seeing.

A woman with stark white hair and deep crimson eyes that appear as if they stare straight into your soul, with crimson draconic wings shooting out of her back, casually sitting on a chair while playing a card game with Astrid and Ethan.

I stand in place, just staring in silence for several seconds.

Then Ethan waves at me and says, “Hey, took you long enough to get here! Why don’t you join us for a hand?”

I continue staring without saying a word for a little bit longer before eventually just numbly walking over and sitting down at the extra chair, still staring at the Ancestral Dragon.

Who I am now beginning to realize may be the reason for Ethan’s obsession with games.