CHAPTER 8: LEVIATHAN

Leviathan, a sea dragon with a blue-colored body, rose from the sea before transforming into her human-like form to meet the unwanted guest. In her human form, she had blue hair with two protruding horns, long legs, a beautiful face, and a well-proportioned body. Her tight-fitted gown accentuated her curves.

Drakonix watched Leviathan, the Primordial Sea Dragon, with a mocking smile.

"What do you want, you stinking dragon?" Leviathan said coldly, clearly annoyed by the sight of the damn dragon. She paid no heed to the two weaklings near Drakonix.

"Nothing much—just wanted to let you know that my patron wants you to bow your head and serve him, just like I did," Drakonix said with a hint of pride.

Leviathan looked at him with disgust. She had felt it—a supreme being accepting another as his god. And to think that supreme being was Drakonix? She was utterly disappointed.

"And who's this patron you speak of?" she asked, disdain written all over her face.

"That would be us," Greg finally said, dismounting from Drakonix's back alongside Annabelle. Of course, they had activated partial dragonification, levitating through their dragon wings.

"What? Have you lost your mind, Drakonix? Those twerps are the gods you bowed to? Did you hurt your brain? You just had to make a mockery of mythical beasts, didn't you? That's it! I'm definitely going to beat some sense into you—along with getting rid of these useless beings who dare call themselves gods!" Leviathan scolded, her anger boiling over.

Greg, utterly indifferent, looked at Drakonix and finally gave his command. "Take care of her arrogance. Only stop when she's ready to submit," he said lazily, waiting for the show to unfold.

Drakonix, ecstatic at the opportunity to finally settle old scores, prepared himself. Like Leviathan, he transformed into his human form—a striking figure with red hair, two protruding horns, and well-defined muscles, his chest left exposed. From the waist down, he wore tight-fitted trousers that emphasized his powerful leg muscles.

With a smirk, Drakonix rushed toward Leviathan and threw a punch.

Leviathan scoffed, blocking the blow head-on. The shockwave from the impact was so powerful that it created massive waves across the ocean. She countered immediately, throwing a punch of her own—only to witness the most bizarre thing.

Drakonix made no effort to block the attack. Instead, he threw his own punch.

Foolish, she thought, expecting to send the cocky dragon flying.

Until something even stranger happened.

Her attack mysteriously missed, while his landed.

With a forceful impact, she was sent flying backward, crashing into the ocean. The resulting waves rose like a tsunami, threatening to engulf the world.

Flying out of the water, Leviathan was bewildered. "What the hell was that?" she demanded, eyeing Drakonix warily.

"It's just the beginning, pest. I'll be ensuring you gain proper edu-ca-tion," Drakonix taunted with a creepy smile.

Scowling, Leviathan rushed at him again, planning to kick his smug face in.

Once again, her attack mysteriously missed, and she was the one sent flying.

Now utterly infuriated, she became impatient. Twice. She had been humiliated twice by that stupid Drakonix.

"I guess it's time I stop entertaining your little game," she snapped. "You should know whose territory you're in before you make your move!"

Roaring, she manipulated the ocean's waters, creating an arsenal of weapons from ice, solidifying them into razor-sharp icicles.

With precision and speed, she launched the deadly projectiles at Drakonix.

Drakonix, unfazed, merely smiled mockingly. Without a care in the world, he flew straight toward her, completely ignoring the weapons hurtling his way.

Leviathan watched keenly. This time, she set her anger aside and observed Drakonix's actions carefully. She finally realized a bizarre truth—Drakonix showed little to no concern for her attacks. He rushed toward them without the slightest intention of defending himself. While the attacks might not have caused too much damage, they were still enough to weaken his fighting ability. Yet, there he was, flying toward her, completely unbothered.

Then, it finally clicked.

The reason her attacks never seemed to faze him was simple—none of them had actually hit him. Every single one had missed.

Now within striking distance, Drakonix unleashed a fire breath at her. She countered with her water breath and quickly found herself on the defensive, blocking his tail kicks, punches, and continuous blasts of fire. She attempted to counterattack whenever she found an opening, yet her efforts were in vain—her attacks still failed to land.

The fight dragged on, taking a toll on her both physically and mentally. She had become nothing more than Drakonix's punching bag, unable to land a single hit. Humiliation and frustration filled her heart, pushing her dangerously close to breaking down.

Drakonix, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying himself. He punched, kicked, and unleashed dragon breath at leisure. He didn't even bother using dragon tongue—he knew she wouldn't sit back and let a spell take effect when she could just cancel it out with her own. The battle was proving far more entertaining than he had expected. He was grateful that Greg hadn't been overwhelmingly strong before demanding his allegiance; the thought of being beaten one-sidedly, unable to land a single hit, had been terrifying.

"Alright, that's enough, Drakonix," Greg called out to the fighting duo. "I believe she has learned some manners and respect."

Leviathan looked at Greg as if he were her savior, rescuing her from an endless nightmare of torment.

"Come forward, Leviathan," Greg commanded.

Still wary of another attack from Drakonix, she complied, flying toward the sibling duo. The bruises covering her body were proof of the relentless punishment she had endured. Yet, as expected of a supreme being, her wounds healed rapidly, the marks disappearing in mere moments.

As she stood before them, curiosity filled her gaze. The two of them stood perfectly fine, untouched by the devastation of her battle with Drakonix. The shockwaves alone should have reduced them to dust—or so she had firmly believed.

Then, it finally clicked.

Drakonix serving them? The arrogant Drakonix bowing to such weak beings was something that should never have been possible. His bizarre ability to remain unharmed despite her relentless attacks—none of them ever reaching him—was already beyond reason. Yet now, the human duo stood before her, completely unscathed, despite witnessing a battle between two supreme beings.

The devastation of their clash was evident: the space around them bore cracks from the sheer force of their battle, and the atmosphere was thick with steam from the evaporated ocean water. Scattered across the sea's surface, the bodies of powerful creatures—stronger than the duo—floated lifelessly, some missing limbs, others reduced to unrecognizable remains.

She observed them in silence, her mind racing.

Drakonix stood a short distance away, utterly unconcerned about any potential harm to his patrons. Instead, a mischievous smile played on his lips, silently hoping Leviathan would be stubborn enough to refuse the offer—so he could "re-edu-cate" her again.

After minutes of tense silence, Leviathan finally spoke.

"You're the reason for Drakonix's bizarre abilities, aren't you?" she asked suspiciously.

"Yes," Greg replied calmly.

"Tsk. To think I got played by that ugly lizard," Leviathan muttered, filled with regret for her overconfidence.

"I assume my battle with Drakonix will continue if I refuse your offer?"

"Indeed," Greg said coolly. "I'll simply wait until your situation is drilled into your head."

A bitter feeling settled in Leviathan's heart. Yet, despite everything, a spark of excitement flashed in her eyes as she asked the most important question.

"If I serve you, will I gain the same ability as Drakonix?"

"Indeed," Greg confirmed. "Bow and submit to us, and you will gain the ability to never be harmed by your enemies' attacks."

A beaming smile spread across Leviathan's face.

Drakonix groaned in disappointment.

"I, Leviathan, swear to serve you both as my gods and patrons and to follow every command of yours without any act of rebellion," she declared, sealing the oath with dragon tongue.

Greg responded with a nod, a mischievous smile creeping onto his face.

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In the Beginner Village, the Sword God, Brian, walked closely behind a knight exuding confidence and power. This was no ordinary knight—he was the Commander of the Knights of Gradiz, the empire of the central continent. A position coveted by all knights, yet achieved by only the rarest few. It was not merely a testament to one's strength but also to their leadership and ability to inspire.

Joshua, the Knight Commander, moved forward with an air of authority, heading toward the village chief's dwelling. Brian followed closely behind, his mind still reeling from his recent encounter.

Joshua had stumbled upon Brian during a battle with a monster and had been thoroughly impressed. Praising the young swordsman, he had promised to take him under his wing as his disciple. Brian, eager to refine his skills, had readily accepted.

Now, as they entered the village hall, the village chief stood up hastily, bowing in obedience.

"My lord, it is an honor to see you," the village chief said, his voice filled with respect and just a hint of fear.

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