CHAPTER 6: THE IMPOSSIBLE FEAT

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[5 exp gained]

Hunter, who was Kyle, felt pretty annoyed and in a foul mood, his entourage noticing it and daring not to get on his bad side. "How dare that fool treat me like that? But it's strange, it's as if he realized my intentions. Hmm, what exactly are you hiding, Greg?" he said aloud. "John, get me information about Greg's recent activities and, oh, how's the roping of Greg coming along? I'm getting tired of waiting," Hunter said, even more pissed.

He was calm at the backline, shooting arrows with absolute precision at monsters, his A-rank talent, Sharpshooter, playing a vital role, although his skills were imminent. "Nemesis hasn't been found yet, but boss, there's another target, Scarlett. She's leveling up at insane speed just like Nemesis," John said.

"Hmm, I'm having a bad feeling about this," Kyle murmured to himself. "Very well, keep me updated about it. I should continue grinding; level ten is when we really get started in this game by going to any of the popular human cities. I reckon that's where Nemesis will be by now."

If only Kyle knew how wrong he was because Nemesis had no intention of going into some crappy human city and fulfilling quests for NPCs with attitudes. With his straight character, which got worse after his regression, he might as well kill an NPC that annoyed him. So, where is Nemesis going? Well, a beautiful vacation with his lovely sister—scratch that—a terrifying adventure towards the lair of the Primordial Dragon, first of its kind, the dragon born at the dawn of time, often called the God of Dragons. Yes, that being, one of the ten strongest beings in the apocalypse world.

And his intentions? Well, it's a bit awkward to say, but it's, um, to tame it. Yeah, that's suicidal. And the worst part is the smug look on his face, calling himself a genius for having such a beautiful idea, and his innocent sister just following along innocently, leveling up in the process from the stray monsters they met until she couldn't level up anymore. The reason? Well, a level ten player can never kill a level 100 monster. Heck, the level ten player was meant to die instantly the moment he/she came face-to-face with the monster. But with 100% dodge rate, Nemesis ridiculed the beast, and it could only swallow its pride and leave them be. It's less embarrassing than tiring yourself trying to hit that smug look off the damn human's face.

"Well, this is the hard part, sis, climbing the mountain till we get to the cave at the pinnacle. Try not to fall, though. You'll surely die; that's not an attack or ill intention after all," Greg warned his sister. That was the only way for Greg to die after all—die from his own carelessness. So don't begin to say the death skill was useless. Nah, that was the ultimate survival talent of Greg that wouldn't even care if he chose to die. Well, he should be prepared for reincarnation or transmigration.

Anyways, Greg had no intention of doing that until he'd properly dealt with every single enemy that brought him sorrow in his past life. Dying unjustly and being transmigrated to another world? Yeah, he would definitely die of depression if he couldn't enact his revenge. Dude is that petty.

After hours of climbing, carefully, they got to the peak and saw the cave. Oh, and they're in the zone that contains monsters above the hundred levels. In his past life, no one was able to level up to 100 even, and here this man is, treating it as a vacation with his sister.

They entered the cave, and truly, they loved what they saw. Gold coins, treasures beyond measure—enough to stimulate the wealth lovers in them. The sibling duo completely forgot their purpose and began stashing treasures into their inventories without a care in the world.

Drakonix, the Primordial Dragon, opened his sleeping eyes upon sensing the presence of intruders and was instantly furious. Like any other dragon, he was entirely territorial. With a rage that threatened to flatten the world, he moved toward the intruders—only to be stunned by the sight before him. Two feeble humans, not even worthy of his presence, greedily looted his treasures.

For the first time in hundreds of years, he was confused. How had they reached his lair without meeting their end? As he contemplated this, his fury reignited at the shameless sight before him. The humans had ecstatic looks on their faces as they continued stealing his wealth.

Without wasting time, he spewed flames strong enough to dry a massive river and then turned away with a huff. That should teach them a lesson, he thought, satisfied that they would now understand the consequences of stealing from him. With that, he headed back to his chamber, prepared to resume his slumber.

"Oh, we have a guest."

Drakonix halted immediately. Wait, what? They weren't dead? How was that possible? He was certain even a level 100 being wouldn't survive his breath—so how did these level ten humans endure it? But more importantly, guest? How dare this shameless human call him a guest in his own dwelling?

"How are you alive?" he asked, his curiosity momentarily suppressing his anger.

"It doesn't matter. Come, dragon, bow to us and worship us as your new god."

Well, that did not go over well.

"How dare you, brat!"

With fury consuming him, he unleashed his most terrifying dragon breath. The space around them burned and fractured under the force of his flames. This time, he intended to utterly annihilate them. Being immortal and not of this world? He couldn't care less. As a Primordial Being, he had ways to ensure they never resurrected.

That was his intention.

Because it never happened.

"Stop wasting my time already. Your attacks have no effect on us. Listen to me before you start attacking, you stupid lizard," Greg said.

That only enraged Drakonix further. A lizard?

With a speed incomprehensible to human eyes, he lashed out with his claws. Then, something bizarre happened—his attack missed.

Stunned, he attacked again. A thousand strikes in an instant. Before the human duo could even blink, he had launched an onslaught of slashes, each meant to tear them apart.

Yet, not a single hit landed.

With a devastated expression, he finally ceased his attacks and asked bitterly, "Who the hell are you guys?"

"It seems you're finally ready to talk," Scarlett said, annoyed. The stupid lizard had interrupted them while they were gathering treasures.

"Well, calm down, sis. We have plenty of time for that," Greg assured her before turning back to the dragon. He attempted to view its status.

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User: Drakonix

Title: ???

Level: ???

Health: ???

Strength: ???

Speed: ???

Stamina: ???

Intelligence: ???

Constitution: ???

Talent: ???

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As expected, the level gap was too vast for him to gain any information.

"Cough, cough. As you've noticed, your attacks have no effect on us, no matter what you do. And not just you—no being can harm us. It's our talent. You should be wise enough to understand what that means.

"So, submit to us, and I'll grant you that power. It's mine, after all. Or, remain proud, and I'll simply get stronger, return, and hunt you down—no matter where you hide. And trust me, you will regret it. You can't hit me, but I can hit you. That alone should tell you how this will end.

"Or, you could bow your head now, swallow that ridiculous pride of yours, and gain my ability. That would make you the strongest being in the universe—among the other beings I choose to serve me. That's right, you're not the only one I'm offering this to. I've already set my sights on Leviathan, the Primordial Beast that rules the sea, the Golden Lion that rules the land, and you, the Primordial Dragon that rules the air.

"But if you won't accept my offer, that's fine. Be ready to become their punching bag instead."

Greg delivered his speech with the look of a superior addressing a junior, despite being the weakest in terms of level.

Drakonix's mind was in turmoil. He felt the threat in this human's words. The look in his eyes was serious—deadly serious. And it terrified him.

Of course, Greg couldn't harm him now, but with such an ability, he would rise to the top. The future that awaited if he refused... chills ran down his spine just thinking about it.

With no other choice, he could only weakly accept the proposition.

"I, Drakonix, greet my new patrons and gods. I shall serve you and follow every word you say, even after I draw my last breath," Drakonix declared in dragon tongue, sealing his fate with an oath.

Greg smiled in satisfaction. "Good. Now—"

Before he could finish, the system notifications nearly overwhelmed him and his sister.

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[Congratulations! You have completed an impossible feat!]

[Title Earned: God of All Dragons and Flying Beasts]

[As the god of Drakonix, ruler of all flying beasts, you become the god of all flying beasts and dragons. The loyalty of all flying beasts remains 100% at all times. User is unable to hunt any flying beast for experience or loot. All flying beasts will obey your call and words, irrespective of level (locked). You have unlocked the special feature 'Divinity'. Check your status for more information.]

[You have achieved an impossible feat and gained the attention of all supreme beings in the world. Tread carefully.]

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