Adam started to venture deep into the corrupted forest, after dispatching the cultists that tried to capture him he decided to kill all of them.

As a dragon he felt insulted when they tried to capture and confine him, asking him to surrender?

He'd rather die, he was boiling with rage, and he found the perfect people to let it out on:

The cultists and his adversaries.

The air was thickening even more, it was like breathing through a veil of rotting smoke.

"This much is nothing, I hope I can use my full power one day... haven't transformed into a dragon yet still... nothing has forced me to resort to all my skills yet."

"Whatever let's just finish this stupid mission, after this I'll grow stronger and maker a statement in the inter-racial competition."

"That I Adam, will no longer be treated like a bastard..."

After doing so that's when a series of notifications started to go off.

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[Ding!]

[Emergency Mission Completed: Escape The Trap]

[Rewards: 50'000Xp, 100 Stats]

[Main Mission Completed: Absorb The Corrupted Draconic Soul]

[Rewards: 50'000Xp, 10'000 SP]

[Ding!]

[Level Up!]

[All Stats Increased By +50]

[Ding!]

[New Missions Issued]

[Mission One: Stop The Cultists Plan]

[Rewards: ???]

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"Hm, I was able to level up... and now I have a new mission."

Adam looked over his new mission details and knew that this is related to the mission given by the king.

"If things are like this, I should allocate check my status before moving forward."

"Status."

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STATUS SCREEN

Host: Adam

Race: Dragon

Age: 15

Level: 23 [0/150,000]

Class: Dragon Sovereign

Rank: A

Talent: EX

Bloodline: Primordial Dragon Bloodline

Physique: Dragon God Physique

Affinity: Space, Ice

Title: Bastard Son, Dragon Sovereign, ??? (New)

HP: 9'400 / 9'400

MP: 9'400 / 9'400 [+???]

[STATS]

Strength: 950 'n 1'000

Speed: 960 'n 1'010

Stamina: 850 'n 900

Constitution: 890 'n 940

Intelligence: 890 'n 940

Free Stat Points: 200

SP: 14'000

[CLASS SKILLS]

• Dragon Sovereign's Swordsmanship (B/EX Rank, Passive)

• Dragon Sovereign's Mana Cultivation (S Rank, 1st of Four Pieces)

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[SYSTEM SHOP]

[SKILLS]

• Dragonis Swordsmanship (D Rank, Passive)

• Regeneration (SS Rank, Passive)

• Dragon Transformation (SS Rank, Active)

• Dragon Roar (SS Rank, Active)

• Dragon Breath (S Rank, Active)

• Partial Transformation (S Rank, Active)

• Sovereign's Aura (S Rank, Passive/Active)

• Space Slash (D Rank, Active)

• Collapse (S Rank, Active)

• Status Immunity (S Rank, Passive)

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[INVENTORY]

• Sword of Bahamut (A Rank, Growth-Type Weapon)

• Dragon Sovereign Armor (A Rank, Growth-Type Armor)

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"Perfect, with this much I'll be able to deal with the cultists."

Adam said as he arrived at the cultists hideout, roots were twisting unnaturally across the whole ceiling.

There were faint purple veins and the tunnel walls weren't like natural stone anymore, they had now become more like flesh, slick and they were also warm.

"The corruption levels in this place are big..." He muttered. "It's more like a nest rather than a hideout."

Adam's boots were crushing warped bones while moving, there were skulls, ribs and even the remains of beasts that were drained out of their vitality, and there were dozens of them.

Adam's eyes sharpened, he saw footprints.

All of them were fresh, and there were twelve of them.

"Seems like there cultists passed through here recently, and their going to the same direction."

Adam then tightened the grip on his sword.

He was following the trail they left behind until the cave widened into a massive carven, it was lit by candlelights that were arranged in spirals.

The was a strong smell of iron, old blood and some incense was smothered all over the room.

And at the very center were cloaked figures, about twenty of them, they we kneeling around a stone cased coffin.

Each of them were masked in bone, all of them were breathing in unison, each one of them we whispering the very same phrase he has heard before:

"—My our lord, the Outer One awaken."

Adam stepped into the ledge that was overlooking them, no has was able to sense him yet, it'll be a perfect chance for an ambush.

He inhaled slowly, then exhaled and simply vanished.

The first victim couldn't even see the incoming blade.

SHHHK!

It was a clean diagonal slash that had opened him from the shoulder to the hip.

Even before the body hit the ground, Adam just flicked his wrists and the corpse froze midair, it was turned into solid ice.

He then kicked it.

CRASH!

The shards of ice exploded all across the carven like frozen shrapnel, those shredded five more of the cultists in an instant.

"INTRUDER!" one of the cutlists yelled.

"Form an array! Seal the coffin!"

But it was already too late.

Adam would descend from above, he drove his knee into the skull of the nearest cultist cracking it like old stone.

He then swept low, sliced through the tendons of two more before he pivoted behind another and stabbed then through the spine.

There were only four cultists remaining while the others were withering on the ground.

One of them raised a staff and tendrils of shadow were curling around it.

"Who are you!? State you name and rank!" the cultist demanded, his voice was shaking.

Adam just tilted his head.

"You start first."

The cultist snarled. "Twisted Choir's Third Cell, that's what we are. Rank-B Initiate Lysander Kroll—"

He didn't get to finish as Adam moved like a blur.

The staff then bir the ground, the cutlists severed arm was still gripping it.

"That's cute, Rank-B?" Adam said, as he appeared behind him.

Lysander screamed at the top of his lungs as he dropped to his knees.

The second one lunged at Adam, holding a spar coated with violet flames.

Adam simply sidestepped, and grabbed the spear shaft.

He twisted shattering the cultist's wrist before he drive the weapons straight through his torso.

The third one tried to retreat in a panic, the fourth thought didn't retreat, he faced Adam calmly.

His arms were behind his back and a dense aura surrounded hum, it was suffocating.

The others referred to him as:

"Overseer Valtor Dregan, Rank A—!"

Adam's eyes narrowed slightly, a little intrigued.

'Oh? A rank A...here?'

Valtor removed his mask made of bones, it revealed a pale skin that was etched with ritual lined and cold amber eyes.

"Hm, you fight efficiently," he said in a low, smooth tone. "You have no wasted movement. No hesitation. No feat. Your fascinating."

Adam just twirled his sword once.

"You took too much for a dead man, I'll finish you off quick."

The air in the room trembled.

The overseer didn't move, but the shadows behind him started to rise, it formed into dozens of jagged black spikes.

"Shadow Execution Array—Severing Maw."

The black spikes shit forward, they were silent and fast.

Adam stomped his right foot once.

Ice began to erupt from beneath his feet, it formed into a reflective circular shield.

SHINK!

SHINK!

SHINK!

SHINK!

The shadow spiked punched into the ice made barrier, but each of of them froze mid-impact, they were halted by Adam's mana.

The overseer's eyes widened.

"That's impossible..." He hissed. "My shadows are able to bypass physical defense. So how—?"

Adam lowered his stance.

"Maybe your just too weak?"

The barrier then shattered out, launching the frozen shadow spiked back at Valtor like bullets.

Adam raised his hand and a swirling vortex of darkness consumed the spears.

But Adam was already gone from his position.

He reappeared behind his enemy and slammed his foot into his spine.

CRACK!

Valtor stumbled, he coughed up dark blood. "A feint?"

Adam just grabbed him from the back of him neck and slammed him face first into the stone coffin.

"I've always hated your kind, but enjoyed hunting you," Adam said coldly. "Nothing you ever do fazes me."

The overseer just laughed choosing on his blood. "The you should know... we're like cockroaches...we don't die easily."

He tried to reach towards the coffin, back veins were surging across his arm as he started to whisper:

"Outer One, will... grant me—"

Adam simply sliced his arm off.

"Nothing."

He then stopped on Valtor's head, turning it into meat paste.

CRUNCH.

Then his body stopped moving.

With their leader dead and all the other cultists slaughtered, the whole carven fell silent.

Adam was wiping his blade clean while approaching the stone coffin.

It looked ancient, the runes were older than the kingdom itself.

It's surface was glowing faintly with corrupted crimson light.

There were whispers emanating from it, they were faint but unmistakable.

"—Awake—"

"—Return—"

"—Heir of Ruin—"

Adam frowned slightly.

He was growing annoyed with these criptic message sand riddles.

The lid started to shift.

"No way in hell," Adam said, he raised his sword.

A hand emerged from it, it was thin, skeletal, it was wrapped in black chains, pushing through the gap.

A chill ran down his spine.

Whatever is inside this coffin, should be eradicated instantly.

He the swung his sword—

SLAAM!

The whole entire carven shook violently.

And it wasn't from his strike.

It was from something else, deeper underground.

Adam stepped back, his eyes narrowed.

"What the fuck...?"

The stone coffin started pushing, it was slow, deliberate, it was like a heartbeat.

Every candle in the carven went out at the very same time.

Darkness swallowed the whole room. And it wasn't normal.

Something was alive.

It was whispering. Crawling. Searching.

"Fuck!"

This was no longer a normal hunt, this was warning.

This was planned, they didn't want to summon anything m, there were just releasing something sealed.

And Adam had just initiated it's awakening.

"Draconic Summoning: Ignis."

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