CHAPTER 8: LEVIATHAN

Leviathan, a sea dragon with a blue-colored body, rose from the sea before transforming into her human-like form and meeting 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 enhancing 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 at seeing the face of the damn dragon. She, of course, paid no heed to the two weaklings close to Drakonix.

"Nothing much, just want 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. To think that supreme was Drakonix, she was greatly disappointed.

"And who's this patron you talk about?" she asked with disdain all over her face.

"That will be us," Greg finally said, dismounting from the back of Drakonix along with Annabelle. Of course, they had activated partial dragonification and were levitating through their dragon wings.

"What? Have you gone mad, Drakonix? Those twerps are the gods you bowed your head 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 your head, along with getting rid of these useless beings that dared act as gods," Leviathan scolded loudly, anger bottling up to the max within her.

Greg, unable to care anymore, looked at Drakonix and finally gave his command. "Take care of her arrogance. Only stop when she's ready to submit," he said lazily and just waited for the show about to unfold. Drakonix, feeling ecstatic at gaining the chance to finally settle old scores, prepared himself.

Like Leviathan, Drakonix transformed into his human form—a handsome human face with red hair, two protruding horns, and well-defined muscles with his chest area exposed. Only his waist downward had clothing, which was a tight-fitted trouser that didn't hide his well-defined leg muscles. With a smirk, Drakonix rushed toward Leviathan and threw a blow.

Leviathan, seeing this, scoffed and blocked the blow head-on. The shockwave from the impact was so strong that it created a large wave on the ocean. Leviathan countered immediately, throwing a punch of her own, only to notice the most bizarre thing. Drakonix was not bothered to block the attack. Instead, he threw his own as well.

'Foolish,' she thought, expecting to send the cocky dragon flying until an even weirder event occurred. Her attack mysteriously missed Drakonix, and she was the one receiving a punch in the end, sending her flying backward and crashing into the ocean, the water waves rising like a tsunami ready to engulf the world.

Flying out of the water, Leviathan was confused. "What the hell was that?" she questioned Drakonix wearily.

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

With a frown, Leviathan rushed toward Drakonix once more, planning to kick the face of that annoying guy, but her attack mysteriously missed again, and she was sent flying once more. She became annoyed and extremely impatient. She felt so much shame and humiliation from being tossed into the sea twice by the stupid Drakonix.

"I guess it's time I stop entertaining your stupid game. You should be aware of whose territory you're in before you make a move," Leviathan shouted angrily before controlling the waters of the ocean, creating weapons of all kinds from the water and solidifying them into extremely hard icicles.

She controlled the ice weapons and sent them toward Drakonix with extremely high speed and precision. Drakonix only smiled mockingly after seeing her futile actions and just flew toward her, not even caring about the weapons thrown at him.

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 care about her attack. He rushed toward it without worrying about trying to defend himself. The attack might not cause too much damage, but it was still enough to weaken his fighting ability. Yet there he was, flying toward her without any intention of blocking the attacks she hurled at him.

Then she finally realized the reason, confirming her previous suspicion. The attacks she hurled at Drakonix missed the annoying lizard—none of them hit him. Now within attack range, he released a fire breath toward her. She countered with her water breath and was soon on the defensive, blocking his tail kicks and punches as well as his fire breath. She tried counterattacking once in a while but gained nothing from her attempts—her attacks continually missed.

The fight dragged on, taking its toll on her both physically and mentally. She had actually become the punching bag of Drakonix, unable to even land a single hit on him. She felt humiliated and wronged in her heart, teetering on the verge of breaking down.

Drakonix, on the other hand, was truly enjoying himself. He punched, kicked, and threw dragon breath from time to time. He didn't bother using dragon tongue, as he was sure she wouldn't sit back and allow the spell to take effect when she could just cancel it out with hers. Overall, the battle was more fun than he had expected. He was grateful that Greg wasn't super strong before asking for his allegiance; the chills of being beaten one-sidedly and unable to land even one attack had scared him for real.

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

Leviathan looked toward Greg like a savior who had rescued her from the torture that seemed to stretch into infinity.

"Come forward, Leviathan," Greg commanded. Leviathan, afraid of being attacked by Drakonix, complied and flew toward the sibling duo. The bruises on her body were a testament to the relentless torture she had endured at Drakonix's hands, although the bruises and marks healed extremely fast, disappearing in no time.

She looked at the duo with curiosity, wondering how they could stand perfectly fine even after being so close to her battle with Drakonix. The shockwaves from their clashes should have been enough to crumble the duo to dust—or so she firmly believed. Then it finally clicked.

Drakonix serving them? The arrogant Drakonix serving such weak beings was not something that should ever be possible. The bizarre ability of his to remain unharmed after her relentless attacks—none ever reaching him—stood in stark contrast to the human duo standing before her, perfectly fine, as if they hadn't just witnessed the battle of two supremes. Their fight had caused immense damage to the surroundings, leading to cracks in the space around them and filling the atmosphere with intense steam from the evaporation of ocean water.

Dead creatures, far stronger than the duo, floated on the water's surface, missing body parts or reduced to unrecognizable forms.

She observed the duo for minutes, none of them saying anything. Drakonix stood a bit farther away, unbothered by the possibility of harm befalling his patrons, while mischievous smiles played on his face, hoping Leviathan was stubborn enough to refuse the offer so he could "re-edu-cate" her again.

After the silence that prevailed for minutes, Leviathan finally spoke. "You're the reason for Drakonix's bizarre abilities, aren't you?" she asked suspiciously.

"Yes," Greg said calmly.

"Tsk. To think I got played by that ugly lizard," Leviathan said with great sadness, hating her past self for being overly confident.

"I reckon the battle with Drakonix will continue if I refuse your offer."

"Indeed. I'll just have to wait until the situation you're in gets drilled into your head," Greg said coolly, not bothering to save any face for the ocean master.

With bitterness in her heart, Leviathan finally asked the most important question. "Will I gain the same ability as Drakonix if I serve you?" she asked, barely hiding the excitement in her eyes.

"Indeed. Bow and submit to us, and you'll gain the ability to never be hurt by any attack of your enemies," Greg said coolly.

With a beaming smile, Leviathan readily agreed, saddening Drakonix greatly.

"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 swore with dragon tongue, earning a nod and mischievous smile from Greg.

***********

In the beginner village, the sword god, Brian, could be seen following behind a knight exuding confidence and great prowess. This knight was not just any knight but the commander of the knights of Gradiz, the empire of the central continent—a position every knight dreamed of but extremely few ever achieved, as it was a testament not only to one's great strength but also to their leadership capabilities.

He walked calmly toward the dwelling of the village chief, with Brian following closely behind him. The knight commander, Joshua, had stumbled upon Brian during a battle with a monster and was full of praise for the player, promising to take the lad under his wing as a master. Brian readily accepted the chance to polish his skills further—a chance he didn't want to miss, especially after witnessing Joshua's immense strength.

Joshua entered the village hall and was greeted by the village chief, who stood and bowed obediently. "My lord, it's a pleasure to see you," the village chief said with utmost fear and respect.