Draconic King of Shadows-Chapter 27: The Feral Brotherhood

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[Daily Quest Complete]

[+2 to all physical stats]

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[Name: Damion Darkblade]

[Race: Half-Breed Dragon]

[Level: 4]

[Exp: 400/800]

[Ability: Shadow]

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[Stats]

-[Strength: 14]

-[Agility: 13]

-[Constitution: 32]

-[Intelligence: 10]

-[HP: 249/250]

-[MP: 20/20]

-[Luck: 10]

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[Basic Skills]

-[Swordsmanship- Beginner]

-[Krav Maga- Advanced]

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[Shadow Skills]

-[Shadow Pulse- Lvl 2]

-[Shadow Walk- Lvl 1]

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[Dragon Skills]

-[Dragon’s Authority- Lvl 4]

-[Dragon’s Reflective Skin- Lvl1]

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[Bond Skills]

-[Stat Share- Lvl 1]

-[Ability Sync - Lvl 1]

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"Turns out I was stronger than I thought," Damion declared, clenching and unclenching his fists, feeling the raw power coursing through him.

His fall had taken 2 points out of his HP, and though it stung a bit, it wasn’t something too serious.

Adding the rewards of the Daily Quest, the increase in his constitution had helped negate the effect of his fall, and all that was left was for his body to naturally use his Mana to recover the last missing point.

Now that he remembered, Dragon’s Authority had leveled up again. He wasn’t sure what the criteria for its upgrade was, but he guessed it was exerting his dominance on his surroundings.

Damion had leveled it up three times now, and it was proving to be more useful the more he used it.

"Still, I won’t get stronger that way. I need to level up my other skills too and find more tickets," Damion ruminated.

"I think it’s time I actively complete that Quest," Damion said. "I would gain more battle experience together with the rewards from the Quest."

An hour later, Damion landed on his bed, exhausted. A few hours in the Advanced Exosuit Prototyping Class had taken more energy than he wanted to spend. He had gone there because it was the closest place to complete the third Daily Quest, but he hadn’t expected to actually attend the class.

His eyes soon shut tight after a while, and he fell asleep. The day wasn’t as exhausting as the previous one, but it was still stressful in its own rights.

A few hours later Damion’s eyes fluttered open. He blinked, pushing back the remaining sleep clouding his vision.

After yawning and stretching, he slowly sat up, pushing the sheets to the side and running a hand through his hair.

His gaze sharpened, and he looked up.

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[Quest Description: You have been picked on, bullied, and used like a dirty rag.

The great Dragon God has seen you as a candidate heir, and has bestowed his destiny upon you. Live up to your true name as the Draconic King of Shadows, and put an end to your bullying]

[Quest: Defeat your bullies]

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Damion raised an eyebrow, staring at the screen confused. When the quest had first popped up, it showed the number of bullies he had to defeat. In truth, he knew that his bullies were more than that and weren’t just a measly 8. Heck if he wanted to count them, it might be almost impossible. But, he had just taken it as the System singling out the worst of them.

Now, though, it was gone, and he was stumped on what to do.

"Don’t tell me I’m expected to defeat every single one of them," Damion thought loudly.

There was neither a response, nor a flow of information into his brain, further complicating the situation.

He waited, perhaps there was a delay in response.

A minute went by, then two, eventually evolving into ten, still, no response.

"Alright screw this!" Damion roared and got up, walking towards the door.

He took a step further as if the door wasn’t there, smiled, before he disappeared, vanishing in a mass of swirling Shadows.

Damion reappeared in the hallway, his back facing the exit. In front of him, right in front of his dorm room door, a figure could be seen with their hands raised, about to knock.

"Matilda?" Damion uttered, ’surprised’ by the sudden visit.

Matilda, seemingly shocked by suddenly seeing Damion behind her, tried to compose herself but failed terribly. She blushed heavily, and in the end, she hid her face in her hands.

Damion smiled. "Don’t be shy," he said and walked close to her.

He reached out with his arm to hold her shoulder, and without warning, ’Matilda’s’ arm shot out, a dagger in her hand piercing towards his chest.

Damion easily moved to the side and grabbed the knife, activating Dragon’s Reflective Skin. His other arm shot out, grabbing ’Matilda’s’ hair and pulling hard.

Matilda struggled, but Damion easily overpowered and disarmed her, plunging the retrieved dagger into her collarbone.

A knee to the guts made her keel over, and another kick to the face sent her sprawling on the ground, knocked out cold.

"You’re not my Drakaina," Damion said coldly, watching as the knocked out figure morphed, shifting and changing into a different person.

Damion approached the male student and pressed his necklace against theirs, and a few credits were transferred over. He glimpsed the marking of a tiger on the students neck as this action was carried out, and his curiosity was piqued.

He traced a finger over it, feeling the bumps of the branding and inking combo. Damion felt like he had seen this marking somewhere, but he couldn’t recollect where.

After a minute, satisfied with the results after continuous scrutinizing and touching, he stood and walked away, leaving the bleeding student on the floor.

He passed by a team of rushing medics, and unsurprisingly, they didn’t dare raise their heads to look at him.

"The more I use this skill, the more I like it," Damion muttered as he walked out confidently.

He lifted his gaze, and a smirk appeared on his face. "Now I remember," he said. "That marking is an insignia, or rather, the Insignia of a gang... The Feral Brotherhood."

Damion’s smirk grew into an unnerving grin, and the four students before him, each having the same marking on different parts of their body, stared at him with surprised looks.

"Judging by the fact you’re out here, and Jerome isn’t..."

"Exactly," Damion interjected. "I dealt with him, smoothly and quickly..."