Thraalvex's rage boiled as he held the bastard with the ridiculous fashion sense. He didn't immediately use all his strength to snap the man's neck. No, he would enjoy this. Slowly, he tightened his grip.
Thraalvex enjoyed watching the unfashionable human struggle. He didn't even care that the man was stabbing into his arm over and over—it was utterly futile.
Snap—!
The backstabbing human slumped in his grip. Thraalvex let the corpse drop, along with the earthen barrier that had sealed them in.
He looked around the battlefield.
The ten survivors he'd left alive had run off. No matter. He would have his men sweep the whole town to find them. The town was theirs now—albeit only for a short while. Thraalvex wasn't dumb enough to linger and wait for higher-ranked humans to show up. He would leave after retrieving the crown from that thieving bastard. Speaking of which—where was he?
Thraalvex stared at the wreckage of the house he'd slammed the thief into... then remembered the brown-haired woman who'd run over to the body.
An intense feeling of annoyance bubbled up within him, but he quelled it. The thief wouldn't get far.
He turned to reconnect with his men, still rampaging through the to—
Ethereal chains shot out from the ground, trying to bind him.
Thraalvex simply walked out of them. They snapped like twigs against his hide.
He turned, eyes scanning for the source of the pathetic spell... until he spotted another group of humans.
They just kept popping up like flies.
This group was smaller than the last—only half their size. He noted the staves in many hands. A magic-focused group. Unlike before, there was no set leader. They didn't even bother sizing him up.
Spells started flying immediately.
Thraalvex sighed.
Damn. He just wanted a bit of rest.
He raised another earthen barrier and was preparing to send a flurry of spikes when—
Another group appeared.
This time, he smiled.
"Captain Thraalvex, we've cleared out most of the town—but something was wrong. It's like someone knew we were coming. There were bombs all over the place. One person triggered them all and wiped out 40% of our forces!"
His vice-captain, Theren, gave a short bow.
"We came to assist you, and to ask what comes next."
The smile dropped from Thraalvex's face.
40% of his men?
Wiped out by a single human with bombs?
This... couldn't stand.
He turned to the remaining squad beside him and growled, voice dripping with rage:
"Let's slaughter these monkeys."
A brown-haired woman sat next to the unconscious young man she'd dragged out of the fighting. She was trembling. From the edge of the ruined house, she could still hear fighting—although it had quieted... only to flare up again. She shook her head. Useless thoughts.
This town... her home… the place her family—
Her thoughts shattered when the young man suddenly screamed.
"IT'S ALIVE!"
The black-haired boy shot upright, immediately inspecting himself like a weirdo. But something about him was different now. She'd seen him before, at the guild hall—he hadn't felt like this.
Now he felt… animalistic.
His dull gray eyes now had slitted pupils.
His canines were more pronounced.
He flexed his fingers like he was testing new muscles.
*****
I feel stronger.
My aether reserves… they're full again.
The mind control crown must have activated.
I check my status.
[Name: Amit Neant]
[Age: 18]
[Bloodline: Draconic Human]
[Class: Mage]
[Rank: Soldier]
[Innate Skill: Split]
[Innate Skill: Overcharge]
[Skills: Aether Weaving (Level 2)]
[Bloodline Skills:
Draconic Senses (Level 1)
Draconic Scales (Level 1)
Draconic Pride (Level 1)]
My smile grows wider.
A new bloodline was expected.
But this many skills? That was a surprise.
I don't have time to analyze everything—but I can already guess what the first two bloodline skills are. The third one though?
Not a damn clue.
Also—what the fuck is with this trash interface? It looks like crap now that I've got more than one skill. I hope I can change this later—and whoever designed it should be thrown straight to Monistar.
Anyway.
Maybe it was worth being mind controlled.
I mean—I don't even feel mind controlled.
I feel... great.
The crown is amazing.
And somehow I'm not even insane, unlike the original Amit in the game.
I might just kiss the feet of whoever made this thing.
But first things first—
A smile creeps onto my face.
First things first—I'm gonna kill that fucking deer bastard.And every single one of his little subordinates.
I stand, turning toward the woman still staring at me like I've lost my mind.
I dig into my pocket, grab my wallet, and toss it at her. i should be going back to the academy after this I shouldn't need money for a while hopefully.
"Here's money. Thanks for the healing. Now leave."
She blinks, confused. "Thank you… but does it even matter anymore? My home is destroyed. I don't know what to do. My mom, my brother, my little sist—"
"Womp womp. Stop crying, you're killing my mood."
Seriously, some people.Did she even think about how I felt?
"I've got Zelk meat to cook and eat."
I activated [Flight], blasting into the sky.
Some people are just so selfish.
My aether control has improved a lot. Makes sense. Dragons are the face of magic for a reason—their magical prowess is on another level. Honestly, the only reason the allied races still exist is because dragons just don't care enough to wipe them all out.
The flight spell's more efficient now. I still can't fly smoothly—more like controlled bursts—but what used to take five bursts now only takes two.
From the sky, I survey the wreckage. The town is gone.
And then I feel it.
[Draconic Senses] is paying off.
I still can't see aether—but it feels like the air is vibrating. The aether fluctuations are stronger in one direction.
Perfect.
With a burst of [Flight], I shot toward the battlefield.
Time to finish this.