John awoke to a glaring sun and a cloudy sky.

He couldn't help but scowl as he saw that. The clouds were dark. They were pregnant with water.

It would only be a matter of time until they gave birth.

John had no cover or anything to protect himself if the rain came. Or, to put it more simply. If it rained, he would be soaked.

Crap.

On the upside, John didn't feel a hint of pain. The eternity of constant agony and flickering reality seemed to have ended.

"YIP!"

John's head turned in the direction of the sound. Standing about a foot to his right was a small red dragon.

A charred rabbit was on the ground under it.

John's mind flicked back to his memory of the dragons curling against him as he slept.

His cheeks grew slightly red.

Ew, so corny.

This was quite a strange reaction for John as he was an almost too avid consumer of sitcoms. He liked consuming corny things more than he liked consuming corn.

"Is…. Is that for me?"

The dragon pushed its nose into the rabbit, bringing it closer to John.

John smiled. He reached over the blue dragon leaning against his side and grabbed the small charred rabbit by the neck.

He unhinged his jaw and dropped it into his mouth.

{2,200 calories consumed}

{Cals to next stat boost. 107,800}

For most people, that would be the calories needed for the day. Six or so pounds of meat would be enough.

For John, it was the same as eating a single chip.

It was not even a drop in the bucket compared to what he tried to eat in a day.

"I need to get me some real food."

It was currently summer. So the bears should be in the forests nearby.

Now, that would be a [real] meal.

John pulled himself to his feet. He found it noticeably easier to stand than it had been just a few days ago. He couldn't help but smile at his improvement.

How long does the stat point cooldown last? The system answered other questions I've asked. Maybe I should ask it.

"How much longer until the stat point cooldown ends?"

{Remaining time for stat point cooldown four days.}

John couldn't help but guffaw at the image.

I've been fighting the dragon for ten days. No, that's not right. I spent a day running from these little buggers.

John reached out and lightly patted one of the small dragons that now rested on his shoulder.

So then I was fighting the dragon for nine days straight. That's crazy.

John couldn't help but smile slightly to himself at the pure insanity of the notion. Nine days where he hadn't slept so much as a wink. Most people who go that long without sleeping need to snort a seriously absurd amount of crack.

And John did it with absolutely no crack.

To his knowledge, of course. He didn't remember any of that time anyway. Maybe he had found some crack somewhere and snorted it. But to John's knowledge, he had not snorted any crack.

John walked through the city while letting out heaving breaths.

As he reached the end of the city road and the beginning of the highways. He encountered something completely unexpected.

Sitting at that impasse was a large vehicle. It was rectangular in shape and had assault rifles coming from the windows.

Sitting on the hood of the car was a man with steel grey hair and a cigarette in his mouth.

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"WHAT THE FUCK!"

He nearly jumped ten feet into the air as he was John.

John was quite an intimidating figure. He stood at the towering height of seven foot two and had one dragon on his head and two on his shoulders.

On top of that, he had a titanic gut. It showcased his unreasonable mass.

Anyone would steer clear of someone with enough mass to crush them like they were made from paper mache.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU! EVERYONE SHOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD FROM THE BOMBING!"

The man screamed with a drill sergeant's voice.

The guns sticking out of the car's windows pivoted.

They were pointing in John's direction.

John raised his hands in surrender.

He might be big. But a bullet to the face kills equally.

"Calm down there, buddy. I mean no harm."

The sergeant's gaze twisted into a wicked scowl.

"LIKE HELL YOU DON'T! YOU'VE GOT THOSE DEVIL SPAWN ON YOU!"

He yelled.

John briefly wondered to himself.

~I wonder if he joined the military because his voice was too loud for other Jobs?~

"It's okay. It's okay. They're tame."

The sergeant stuck his nose into the air. The snoot energy wafting off him was so extreme that it nearly suffocated John.

"WELL SHOW ME! MAKE THEM DO SOME FUCKING TRICKS!"

With how intense he sounds. He would make a good hypeman.

"Okay."

John turned to the red dragon.

"Ummmmmm. Dude? Roll over?"

The dragon stood there, stock still. John's words went in one ear and out the other.

CLICK

The gun clicked, preparing to fire.

~Shit.~

With as much speed as possible, John jumped forward. He wrapped his chubby hands around the sergeant's throat.

"SHOOT ME AND HIS NECK SNAPS!"

They didn't fire after all. For John, snapping a person's neck was as easy as a tense of the fingers.

He knew this well....

"Ph ph ph ph ph ph ph ph please calm down."

Said a nervous voice from the car.

~What are you talking about? I'm as cool as a cucumber.~

"THROW YOUR FUCKING GUNS ON THE GROUND OR I WILL BREAK THIS MANS NECK AND FLIP THIS CAR OVER."

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh——"

"No. I'm afraid we can't do that." Said a calm voice from the car.

~Too bad.~

"Okay."

The sergeant had not been able to breathe. For most of this conversation, John didn't want him to.

And now he would never breathe again.

John threw his body to the ground.

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG

The sound of whizzing bullets filled his ears.

John kicked the bottom of the car with as much force as possible.

It didn't move.

SHIT! What kind of macho man did I think I am!?!? I can't kick cars over.

John grit his teeth. He pushed through the pain of his newly stubbed toe and reached down; he grabbed the underside of the car.

A pricking sensation covered John's bicep. He'd been shot.

"HAAAAAAAAA."

The green dragon's healing breath healed him. Allowing him to use his arm despite the wound.

FLIP IT!

John squatted down and pulled the large car over his head.

Then, with a titanic heave. He full-on flipped it over.

Things would be so much easier if I still had that club I made.

John jumped on top of the upside-down car.

He sat there with a scowl on his face.