[Dragon Warrior Chronicles] Part 1: Endless Destiny (Youth Chapter) Author: Half a Frog

【Dragon Warrior Chronicles】Part 1: Endless Destiny (Youth Chapter) Episode 1

Synopsis:

On the vast continent of Wind, the land is divided into several parts. The southern part of the continent is ruled by the demons, while the northeastern lands are divided among the orcs. As for the most fertile land in the northwest—Arasia—it is ruled by humans.

This place is called paradise by everyone—if there were no war. For hundreds of years, various races have almost shed every drop of blood on this most fertile land.

Demons, elves, and orcs have all been rulers here. But 300 years ago, on this land, the human hero—the three-headed golden dragon warrior Rez Fabil—led the new human army to defeat the previous rulers—the demons, and established the Wind Empire. After twelve years of war, humans eliminated the other forces and became the masters of this land.

【Part 1: Endless Destiny (Youth Chapter) Episode 1】 Prologue: The Empire's Winter

In the 309th year of the Empire, the ancient Dragon Square ushered in its three hundredth winter. The sun rose lazily from the east, its dim light casting a somber glow on the seventeen colossal statues, as ancient as the square itself.

These statues, nearly as old as the empire, had been eroded by wind and rain for almost three centuries; cracks had begun to appear on their surfaces. A gust of wind would blow, and small fragments of stone would flake off, scattering like snowflakes at the statues' feet.

The once bustling Dragon Square was now eerily quiet, almost silent, yet packed with thousands upon thousands of people, each silent and somber.

From Dragon Square to Dragon Avenue, the widest avenue in Fengdu City, nearly ten thousand warriors clad in golden armor stood in rows like rice seedlings—the empire's most elite Imperial Dragon Knights.

The Imperial Dragon Knights and the Royal Knights, the garrison of Fengdu, differed by only one character in their names; both were the emperor's direct subordinates, the elite of the elite in the imperial army, and the strongest of the empire's seven main legions.

Every warrior stood stiffly, arrows nocked, swords drawn, the atmosphere more tense than when the demon army besieged the city.

The platform in the center of the square, once used to crown new dragon warriors, was now replaced by a massive butcher's chopping board, with a gleaming, razor-sharp axe stuck diagonally across it.

This time, the platform wasn't for crowning new dragon warriors, nor for selling meat, but for a theatrical performance—a live-action execution of a decapitation.

Aura Fabil and his ministers, like the statues in the square, sat expressionless on another platform of the same height; Princess Ruyue, the heir to the three-headed golden dragon and the future empress of the empire, stood pale-faced to the side, her fists clenched tightly; Duke Ruyaqi, the first minister, sat nonchalantly to the side, playing with his freshly painted nails.

They were all waiting for the show to begin.

The protagonist of the play is none other than the Empire's most famous general, the dragon warrior known as the Angel of Death by demons and orcs, Duke Dark Dragon.

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I sat in a carriage pulled by four fine horses, traveling along the widest avenue in Wind City, the Divine Dragon Avenue. The horses were excellent, but the carriage itself was dilapidated, unbearably rudimentary, small and cramped. It was surrounded by thick iron bars, revealing gaps large enough for a fist to fit through, making it resemble a cage. Because the carriage was so low, I had to cut a hole in the roof to stick my head out.

I wore ornaments weighing over a hundred pounds, my favorite black ornaments, specially crafted for me by the Empire's artisans over seven days and seven nights without food, drink, or sleep. The ornaments were incredibly hard, impervious to swords and blades. Luckily, I came by carriage; otherwise, walking with them would have been a constant clanging and rattling.

Around me, the Emperor's eight most trusted Illusion Knights were there to protect me, each one incredibly tense, fearing someone might assassinate me, harm me, and prevent me from performing.

It's no wonder they were so nervous; I am Dark Dragon Warrior Dark. Half a month ago, I sparred with the Three-Headed Golden Dragon, Emperor Fabil, and the Red-Armored Dragon, Cordis, along with twelve Illusion Knights, in the palace. Even with

fourteen of them working together, plus seven druids (monks) cheering me on, they still couldn't stop me. If the Pantheon Blood Curse hadn't suddenly flared up on me, the Illusion Knights wouldn't have needed to go to such lengths to protect me.

The power of the Pantheon Blood Curse manifested in me as Dragon Plague.

I was sick, with the disease dragon warriors fear most—Dragon Plague.

Fearing I would die, the monks placed seven dragon-sealing seals and six demon-sealing seals on me, and severed my tendons in my hands and feet to prevent me from running around and injuring myself.

The carriage carried me through the Dragon Avenue, through a path cleared by a human wall of a thousand New Human soldiers with transformation powers to maintain order for me, and stopped in front of the high platform.

These New Human soldiers, fearing any trouble, all used their transformation powers—rabbit ears, cat eyes, wolf claws, fox mouths, monkey cheeks—all looking like humans.

Although I had enjoyed countless glories in my life, I had never been the center of attention like this.

I was finally freed from the cramped carriage; it was so crowded. Fortunately, I was ravaged by disease and felt nothing, so I didn't feel much pain.

I was incredibly lucky; normally, the dragon plague would kill dragon warriors in a very short time. But just before my "sparring" with the emperor, he gave me a specially prepared cocktail, made with the sweetest spice in the world—dragongrass. Unexpectedly, this spice, capable of killing dragons, clashed with the dragon plague; neither cooperated, both vying for my life. As a result, I benefited and lived a few more days.

However, my body, having been used as a battlefield, was ravaged beyond recognition, and I wouldn't live past tomorrow.

I received the highest treatment, carried by the phantom knights Tiger and Wolf, and was carried to a high platform. The empire's Grand Justice, Hammurabi, recited his lines specifically for my performance. His lines were long and tedious, totaling one hundred and twenty-eight lines, and I, slumped in my sickly sleep, didn't hear them very clearly.

The gist of it is that I committed a hundred and twenty-eight crimes, including raping women, embezzling public funds, seizing farmland, occupying houses, harassing princesses, defaming the emperor, attempting to assassinate the emperor, plotting rebellion, colluding with demons, and betraying the country.

I'm truly amazed at how many accusations he came up with.

I admit to raping women; during the darkest period of my second transformation, I did quite a few bad things. But didn't those girls eventually fall in love with me and live with me?

Harassing the princess—that was her own fault. Besides, I only touched her breasts a few times, kissed her a few times, and took her first kiss; I didn't sleep with her. Defiled the emperor

? Who is the emperor? If I made a mistake, can't I be criticized a little? That becomes a major crime?

Attempting to assassinate the emperor? That's a huge injustice! That day, he was the one who drew his sword first and wanted me to play with him. There were also a lot of guys helping him. It was unfair to fight outnumbered. How could that be considered an assassination?

As for the claim that I colluded with the demons and betrayed my country, that's more like a joke.

I am known as the Angel of Death by demons and orcs. My current status is built upon the blood and flesh of countless demon and orc warriors. In demon and orc lands, my name is used by adults to frighten children who wail in the middle of the night.

"Keep crying, keep crying, or you'll attract Dark. Xiunaida will eat you!"

Colluding with the enemy—who would believe that?

The other, absurd charges—embezzlement, land grabbing, seizing houses, forced sales, and the like—are even more outrageous.

Even Emperor Aura, with his excellent manners, felt the speech was too long. He made a gesture, which the Grand Justice understood, and he quickly ended his speech and began his closing statement.

"By unanimous decree of the Judges' Council, Dak Shunaida is sentenced to death. He will be torn apart by five horses. His liver will be used as a sacrifice to honor the dragon warriors whose honor has been tarnished by his vile deeds; his limbs will be fed to the dogs; his body will be burned in flames; and his head will be hung at the city gate..." "

Are you kidding me?" I cursed inwardly. I'm not a pig! They want to chop me into pieces, burn me, roast me, and feed me to the dogs! But I don't even have the strength to speak loudly anymore. The dragon plague and poisonous dragon grass have made me weaker than an infant.

"The merciful emperor forgives his unforgivable crimes. For his actions, the emperor has decided to impose the most lenient punishment—simply cut off his wicked head!" Hammurabi read the final verdict.

The show began. A complete silence fell over the surroundings. My head rested on the high chopping board, quietly waiting for that moment to arrive. Memories of the past flashed before my eyes.

"You'll either become a hero like Rez Fabil, renowned for eternity, establishing immortal achievements, or you'll be sent to the guillotine, dying without a burial place!"

My father's words, as if spoken yesterday, echoed in my ears again.

The old man's prophecies were always so accurate.

[Main Story Part One: Endless Destiny (Youth Chapter) - Episode 1] Chapter 1: Destiny

On the vast continent of Wind, the land was divided into several parts. The southern part of the continent was ruled by the demons, while the northeastern lands were divided among the orcs. As for the most fertile land in the northwest—Arasia—it was ruled by humans.

It was called paradise by everyone—if there were no war. For hundreds of years, various races had shed almost every drop of blood on this most fertile land.

Demons, elves, and orcs had all been rulers here. But 300 years ago, on this land, a human hero—the three-headed golden dragon warrior Rez—[…]. Fabil led the new human army to defeat the previous rulers—the demons—and established the Wind Empire. After twelve years of war, humanity eliminated other forces and became the dominant power.

This famous war, known as the First Dragon War, changed the entire world order, dividing the continent into three kingdoms: humans, demons, and orcs.

For the past three hundred years, although the empire has produced over forty dragon warriors and continuously expanded, it has never been able to unify the entire continent, only able to hold onto Arasia.

This is because no dragon warrior can escape the curse of the gods; they all die at the height of their power from various "accidents"—dying on the battlefield, from disease, or from madness—none of them living past sixty. Misfortune clings to the world's strongest warriors like a nightmare. The stronger and more outstanding the dragon warrior, the faster they die.

Dragon warriors are cursed warriors; the price Rez Fabil and his seven brothers paid for becoming dragon warriors was that their descendants were cursed as well.

The prodigy Rez Fabil named the capital of the Wind Empire Wind Capital, located in the eastern part of the continent of Arasia. Wind Capital is the largest and most populous city on the entire continent, home to four renowned magic swordsman schools: Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Black Tortoise, and Vermilion Bird.

These four academies are dedicated to training swordsmen, mages, and magic swordsmen for the empire, serving as a training ground for the empire's renowned generals. The

famous Dragon Square in the imperial capital is situated at the very center of Wind Capital, erected to commemorate the seven dragon warriors of the First Dragon War.

In the center of the square stands a massive Dragon Warrior Monument, inscribed with the names of the seven dragon warriors from that war three hundred years ago and the ten sages who created the dragon warriors. Beside it are statues of the seven dragon warriors, and on the other side are statues of the ten sages. These seventeen nearly ten-meter-high statues are the masterpieces of the legendary sculptor Roman Rodin.

Two hundred meters behind the monument stands a seven-story Dragon Warrior Memorial Tower, built to commemorate the dozens of dragon warriors who have sacrificed themselves over the centuries. It has a history of over a hundred years, and the name of each dragon warrior is inscribed on a large stone tablet atop the tower after their death.

I stood in the center of the square, my fingers tracing the massive dragon warrior statue carved from white marble, feeling the texture and coolness of the stone. This statue depicts Karuz, the dragon warrior of Fabil's Dark Dragon, second only to Rez in strength among the seven dragon warriors of that era. It also depicts the statue of Xiunaida.

A chill emanated from the ancient stone statue, and I seemed to smell blood again; the roars of dragons and the chanting of magicians faintly echoed in my ears. I felt as if I had transcended time and space, returning to that era more than two hundred years ago, the era when humans and demons fought to the death.

My name is Dark. Xiunaida, the eighth-generation successor of the Dark Dragon—at least nominally—whether I can become a Dragon Warrior depends on tonight, because today is my birthday, my eighteenth birthday.

In our family, every ancestor who inherits the power of the Dark Dragon awakens that power within them on the night of their eighteenth birthday.

I am a student at the Azure Dragon Academy. My father was the most outstanding of the seventh generation of Dragon Warriors in the Empire, but also the first to die. He perished on the battlefield when I was 15, unable to escape the cursed fate of Dragon Warriors, "honorably" becoming the forty-third Dragon Warrior whose name is engraved on the tower. My mother also died of grief, longing for my father.

Currently, three seventh-generation Dragon Warriors remain alive in the Empire, but they are all nearing the "limit" of their Dragon Warrior lifespan.

My father's experience taught me a lesson: heroes don't live long.

I don't want to be a Dragon Warrior. I dislike fighting, I dislike death, and I dislike war even more. I have a wide range of interests; I love almost everything. However, I'm unwilling to put all my energy into one thing. I'm the kind of person who can never concentrate on just one thing.

I often think to myself, why do people live, why do they fight, and why do they kill?

I once asked my father this question. He paused for a moment, then told me it was for the emperor and justice. I almost burst out laughing.

"How can you say such a corny thing? What is an emperor? Why should we risk our lives for him?"

"Justice? Whose justice? The justice of demons, the justice of humans? Or the justice of dragon warriors?"

"Justice is just something adults use to fool children, and kings use to trick idiots into becoming cannon fodder. I'm not an idiot, and I've never believed in justice!" I clutched my aching stomach and asked my father, "Stop lying to me, answer me honestly, old man!" I was the only one in the world who dared to call him "old man."

To my surprise, my father didn't give me a flick on the forehead for my reactionary remarks, which was his favorite thing to do to me. He just pondered for a moment, and then said to me, "Probably for the honor of a swordsman and for the beauty." He then said something else to me, and I still remember the expression on his face at that moment—the kind of serious expression my father only had when he was dueling with someone.

My father's expression suddenly changed. He opened his powerful hands, strong enough to tear a lion or tiger in two, and gripped my collar tightly. His expression was grave as he said, "Your personality is completely different from our ancestors. Your ideas are always unconventional and out of step with this world. Because of this, your future will take two extremes: either you will become a hero like Rez Faber, remembered for eternity, establishing immortal achievements, or..."

I interrupted him, laughing strangely, "Then you're not the father of a hero? Great Dark Dragon Mr. Keith, may I ask how you educated your genius son?"

The old man glared at me, increasing his grip, almost snapping my neck. He revealed his white teeth and said, word by word, "Your other fate is likely to be sent to the guillotine, dying without a burial place!"

"I'm your son! Don't curse me like that!" I said to the old man with a smile, completely unconcerned. But I will never forget the solemn expression on my father's face at that moment.

I was ten years old that year. For a ten-year-old to say such things truly terrified my father. Eighteen years later, when I was twenty-eight, his words came true.

From then on, the old man devised all sorts of ways to torment me, relentlessly training me, forcing me to practice martial arts. Even when he went to war, he didn't forget to find me a teacher known as the Red-Haired Demon, who claimed to be the second most perverted teacher, the one no one dared to call themselves the most. What was even more infuriating was that after seeing me, that perverted teacher said I was a rare genius, saying he would polish this stubborn rock into a piece of jade, tormenting me a hundred times more perverted than my old man.

That day, the Red-Haired Demon came home. Upon seeing me, his eyes lit up, and he immediately stretched out his hands, which were like animal claws, pinched my body a few times, and then nodded in satisfaction.

Are you kidding me? You're a pedophile!

He put on a stern face and said to me, "My name is Trosa Saddam, and I'll be your martial arts teacher from now on. You have good potential, but you're too lazy. From now on, I'm going to train you strictly. You'll run ten laps around Wind City with me, and you're not allowed to eat dinner until you finish."

That night, I didn't eat anything because after I finished running the entire route in the middle of the night, I was so tired that I couldn't even drink water, even though my throat was burning.

"Not bad, I thought you couldn't take it. Get some rest. We'll have to do this kind of training twice more tomorrow." As soon as he finished speaking, I, lying on the ground panting heavily, fainted on the spot.

I'm not one to be manipulated. I started to resist, constantly trying to find ways to tease and harm him, almost to the point of paying someone to kill this perverted teacher.

But what's hateful is that the red-haired madman was not only a perverted teacher but also a master. To make matters worse, he was just as smart as me. Although I came up with many ideas to scheme against him, I was always the one who ended up suffering.

Left with no other choice, I had to accept his brutal training, which is why my martial arts foundation is so solid.

I also understand that in this era where killing is as common as farting, one cannot survive long without strength, so I have never slacked off in my martial arts practice. Besides, these days it's fashionable for beauties to love heroes; a handsome man with high martial arts skills is more popular with women than a pretty boy who can't fight. And the Red-Haired Madman is pushing me relentlessly; if I don't complete the daily quota he gives me, I'll be in trouble.

But I long to be an ordinary person, because the thought of the cursed fate of the Dragon Warrior terrifies me. Ancestors, please don't let me become a Dragon Warrior! I'm young and full of life; I want to live a few more years.

It's springtime in the empire now, the sun is shining brightly, and the warmth of the sun on my skin is wonderfully comfortable. Nearby, tourists gather in twos and threes, and several adorable children are shouting, running, laughing, and playing under the tall Dragon Warrior statue.

If there were no war, Arasia would truly be a blessed land.

I touched the statue of my ancestor, silently praying: Karuz. Senior Xiunaida, my great-great-great-great-grandfather, please bless me, don't let me become a dragon warrior! It's not that I'm useless, it's just that I don't want to fight pointless battles, I just want to live this life peacefully.

"Da Xiu!"

A girl's sweet call brought me back from my reverie. I turned around, and a stunningly beautiful woman appeared before me. Her undeniable beauty was breathtaking, her natural grace

was divine. Her shoulders were like those of a knife, her waist like silk, her neck long and graceful, her skin smooth and white, her purple eyes sparkling and captivating, like lightning. She smiled with dimples, her long hair flowing down her shoulders, and she wore no makeup whatsoever, exuding a holy aura that seemed to exist outside the world.

Even angels descended from heaven would feel ashamed in comparison to her.

Her name was Sheila, the school beauty of Suzaku Academy, and along with Anda (my teacher) and Princess Ruyue of the Empire, were known as the Three Beauties of Fengdu by gossipers. One of her hobbies was music, and because of this shared interest, we became good friends. Our relationship was special, somewhat Platonic.

Fortunately, I considered myself reasonably good-looking; after all, my father was a famous handsome man in the Empire, and my mother was a stunning beauty who captivated countless men—it's said that after she married my father, many suitors were filled with grief and indignation, some even becoming monks, and some even committed suicide in despair.

As the son of the most outstanding and greatest father and mother in the world, I naturally couldn't be too bad off. When I was six, girls were already giving me flowers and expressing their love. On Valentine's Day, the gifts I received could fill a small cart. Even my mother, on her deathbed, held my hand and asked me to make a strange vow.

"Dak. Suneda, Keith's son, my son, you have eyes full of wildness. I think you'll be as charming and philandering as your father. Although you often go against your father, I understand that you two are actually very similar in many ways, you just haven't realized it. I want you to swear that you will love every girl you've ever been with, make them happy, and never let them shed tears or be heartbroken."

I completely understood my mother's intentions. She was worried that I would be like my father, promiscuous and break girls' hearts. However, in my youthful arrogance, I often treated love as a game and didn't heed my mother's words.

"Here, happy birthday, Dashu!"

She handed me a package and ran off blushing. A red-haired girl was waiting for her not far away. The girl glared at me fiercely and then dragged the beauty away.

The red-haired girl was called Kama. Joe, whom we call "Tomboy," is the top swordsman at Suzaku Academy, a magical swordswoman. Actually, she's very beautiful, with short red hair and a tall figure, only about half a head shorter than me. Her physique is naturally fantastic due to her extensive exercise, but she's so fierce—almost, no, it's more accurate to say she's forgotten she's a woman—that's why everyone gave her that nickname.

One of our school's three main fighters in the Imperial Martial Arts Tournament—Redstone—once, encouraged by everyone, recklessly confessed his love to her—that's a nice way of putting it; it was more like flirting. In the end, she drew her sword without a word.

The result of their fight was that Redstone was slashed in the heel; he was almost castrated.

It's said that when the longsword left Redstone's lower body, it brought out countless black hairs. Needless to say, those must have been the precious hairs of his good brother.

This vicious beauty terrified all the boys, who unanimously called her a tomboy in secret, while Redstone was unfortunately nicknamed "the plucked rooster" by gossipers.

She was Sheila's protector, and she showed no mercy to those who harbored ill intentions towards her. Furthermore, she had another terrifying nickname—"The Red-Haired, Toothless Witch."

Her favorite way to deal with those philanderers was to knock out their front teeth, and some gossips had calculated that the teeth she knocked out could be strung together into a necklace to hang on her chest.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but touch my own front teeth. Thankfully, they were still there…

The gift Sheila gave me was an old musical score, with a note tucked inside: "Meet me at the Wind City Grand Theatre three days later, in the evening."

It's a beauty inviting me!

If I were to actively pursue her, I believe I could soon win her heart. Touching the sheet music, I couldn't help but think this. But thoughts aside, I quite liked our current relationship; neither of us spoke of it, yet we understood each other perfectly—wasn't that wonderful?

I turned and glanced at the ancestral statue again, sighing inwardly. I'd leave everything to fate.

I took the sheet music home. My home was actually an ancient castle, passed down from my ancestors. The castle was three stories high, with a roof made of transparent crystal. Since my parents died, I had lived alone. For some reason, looking at this dilapidated castle always gave me an indescribable feeling.

The ground floor was a particularly large living room, big enough to hold a hundred people for a dance party. When my father was alive, it was always bustling with people; his womanizing nature meant he naturally had no shortage of beautiful women.

On this day, my classmates and Anda, the most beautiful teacher in the school, came to celebrate my birthday.

"Happy birthday, Dak." My childhood buddy Ken, Redstone (that plucked rooster), and a bunch of other ill-intentioned guys greeted me with forced smiles.

"This is just a little something from us," Ken said, handing me a package.

Ugh, ugh, no way, another paper gift? How stingy! And they call themselves brothers? Clutching this dough stuff, I cursed inwardly. Last time it was his birthday, I at least gave him a few pounds of bananas.

These guys, ostensibly celebrating my birthday, were really just there to drink my family's wine. My mother's Dream Wine was famous, and she passed the brewing skills down to me. Dream Wine produces a mild, almost hallucinogenic effect, giving you a feeling of euphoria, but it's harmless. It's just expensive, only the nobility can afford it.

A rare opportunity, these penniless bastards, practically reincarnated starving ghosts, naturally took the chance to drink their fill.

"This is indeed fine wine!" Thor wiped a drop of wine from the corner of his mouth, grabbed another jar of fine wine from the side, and gulped it down like a cow drinking water.

"Buddy, let's play a drinking game." These guys, they're masters of guzzling and drinking, they have all sorts of tricks up their sleeves. God, I really made some bad friends, and now I'm in deep trouble. My heart is bleeding, it hurts so much, that's all money! My money, without you guys, how am I going to survive next month! And

the worst is yet to come.

"Dark, see you tomorrow!"

"See you next year, Dark!"

There's a next year? If this happens a few more times, I'll go bankrupt, this wine is what I'm going to sell for money! These beasts, they're too much, they didn't even wash the dishes for me, after they were full, they just packed their bags and left.

Luckily, my crush, my teacher Anda, stayed behind to help me clean up the mountain of dishes.

It's infuriating! Magic is rampant on the continent; people even use it for cooking. Why can't anyone come up with a magic spell to quickly wash dishes?

"It's getting late, I have to go back,"

Teacher Anda said goodbye after cleaning up for me. But after a few steps, she stumbled and almost fell. She was drunk.

Dream Wine was good wine, but its aftereffects were extremely strong.

At Azure Dragon Academy, Anda was the most beloved and popular beautiful teacher among all the students, and this wasn't solely due to her beauty. Anda treated everyone with the same kindness and gentleness as the smile that always graced her face. Among the boys at the age of teenage romantic urges, she was the most talked-about topic. I even suspected that those boys in the school, with their excessively heightened male instincts and nowhere to vent, fantasized about her when playing the game of five against one.

However, most of them knew that in reality, this was hopeless. So today at my birthday party, my mischievous friends unleashed their wicked desires by relentlessly plying Anda with alcohol, satisfying their perverse male urges.

"Anyway, no one's around now, and Anda's passed out in her own home..."

I quickly helped Anda up. She leaned against me, her rosy lips slightly parted, her eyes alluring, leaving me mesmerized. A somewhat wicked thought arose at that moment.

No, I can't do that! My conscience told me.

Why not? It would be foolish not to! Another thought churned in my mind, and to my utter dismay, this time, my conscience triumphed.

I struggled to suppress the rising desire within me, carrying the slightly drunk beauty to the second-floor guest room.

"You can sleep here tonight," I said, glancing at the already passed-out beauty before quietly slipping away.

"I must be the biggest idiot and moron in the world!" As I retreated outside, I slapped my own backside hard. Such a good opportunity, and I let it slip by! Stupid!
[Main Story Part One: Endless Destiny (Youth Chapter) - Episode 1] Chapter Two: First Love

Between Adachi and me, there existed a feeling that even I couldn't explain. We had known each other before she came to Azure Dragon Academy.

That was more than three years ago. I was fifteen years old then, bored—not really bored, but I couldn't bear the almost perverted torture inflicted by the Red-Haired Madman—so I secretly ran off to play outside the city.

On the land of Arasia, the Wind Continent, although humans had ruled for 300 years, there were still many highly aggressive creatures in the wild. Traveling alone was extremely dangerous, but at the time, I was confident in my skills and daring, and didn't care about such things at all.

"If anyone dares to mess with me, I'll kill them and have them as a snack!" I told myself.

Right there in a maple forest by the main road, I saw Adachi, the woman who would haunt my dreams for the rest of my life.

At the time, she wasn't my teacher yet. She was on her way to Fengdu when she was attacked by a griffin.

Griffins are terrifying birds of prey, with the head of a lion and the body of a vulture, but much larger, with a wingspan of nearly ten meters. Their sharp talons can tear lions and tigers to shreds. However, most griffins have been domesticated by humans and used as mounts in flying units, but a small number remain uncontrolled in the wild, posing a threat to humanity.

Griffins possess the strength of a lion and the agility of a bird, with sharp talons. Even a high-level swordsman or a high-level mage would find them a formidable opponent, for they can fight and run, tearing you to shreds if they can win, and escaping to harass you when you're off guard, since you can't fly, until they kill you.

Adachi was a mage, not weak, but she made a fatal mistake—engaging in close combat with a griffin. Mages are most afraid of close combat.

Although I didn't know her at the time, seeing a beautiful woman in trouble, I naturally rushed forward and drew my sword.

I only had an ordinary sword then, but I could already use the Fallen Angel transformation power, the strongest transformation power in the world second only to the Dragon Warrior transformation, but I didn't use it.

"Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?" I told myself.

I had absolute confidence in my martial arts skills, or rather, arrogance at the time. People often say that a newcomer to the martial world is invincible, but after three years, one can hardly move an inch—that's probably the reason. My father's favorite saying when instructing me in martial arts was, "Use your full strength to fight a lion, and your full strength to fight a rabbit," but I never listened. Perhaps I'd have to suffer a bit before I'd heed his words!

I targeted the griffin's most vulnerable spot: its neck.

"By the wrath of Thor, spirits of nature, resonate!"

With a single strike, I unleashed my most prized move—Flying Dragon Lightning Slash!

The sword traced a beautiful arc through the air, slashing towards the griffin's neck. The griffin's attention was completely drawn to Anda, and it only realized what was happening when the sword was upon its head. I easily severed its head.

Like slicing a watermelon, so easy!

What griffin? Nothing special!

That moment of relaxation cost me dearly. Just as I was feeling triumphant, the griffin instinctively retaliated before dying, its sharp claws flashing, carving a deep gash in my chest. Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the intense pain caused me to faint on the spot.

When I awoke, it was already dark. A beautiful girl was fast asleep on top of me, a pink maple leaf drifting down and covering her golden hair. Against the backdrop of the tranquil and enchanting night sky, everything was so warm and touching. The girl's incredibly firm breasts pressed against my chest, a feeling that was indescribably comfortable. At fifteen, I had always been popular with girls, but I lost my first kiss at seven. Yet, this girl gave me a feeling that no other girl had ever given me.

I lay there quietly, breathing in the air filled with the girl's fragrance, enjoying the romantic and moving scene before me, without a single lewd thought.

My wounds had healed, and I could roughly guess what had happened. She must have used white magic to heal me, while she herself had fallen asleep on top of me due to overexertion.

I moved my hand, lifting the maple leaf from her head. The movement startled the girl awake. Seeing the embarrassing scene before her, she blushed and quickly stood up, using the motion of brushing her disheveled hair to hide her embarrassment.

In that instant, her rosy cheeks, her radiant blue eyes, and the graceful way she stroked her hair were deeply imprinted on my soul, touching the heart of this fifteen-year-old boy.

I fell in love, truly in love.

Night had fallen, and the city gates of Fengdu remained closed after nightfall. In the woods outside, we lit a fire and talked all night. That's how we met. Later, I learned her name was Anda, and she had come to Fengdu as a magic teacher.

We talked a lot; we got along very well. She was amazed that I, only fifteen, had thoughts bolder and more astonishing than those of a thirty-year-old. However, our thoughts often coincided. She disliked war, and so did I. I said I wouldn't be foolish enough to serve the emperor, and she said she felt the same way.

We reached a consensus in many ways, and I was happy, delighted to have found a kindred spirit. My father and I rarely had anything in common; most of my ideas seemed rebellious to him. If I weren't his son, I probably would have been arrested and beheaded long ago.

Before I knew it, dawn had broken. Time flew by with her, leaving me with the most beautiful memories of my life.

Many years later, when I was famous throughout the land, I often came here alone, lit a campfire, looked at the star-studded sky, and counted the pink maple leaves falling from the trees, recalling that fleeting moment, that single maple leaf floating in the air, and everything I had lost in my youth.

After dawn, I returned home. When my father asked where I had been, I lied to cover it up. In the days that followed, Anda and I became very good friends.

Five months later, my father went to war, an expedition to Asania (the territory of the demons), and never returned. But my father must have died with peace of mind, because since I met Anda, I had unexpectedly and diligently practiced my skills, much to the delight of the Red-Haired Madman and the old man.

Little did they know, a large part of what I did was for Anda, and the other small part was because, after the battle with the griffin, I finally understood the saying, "You only realize how little you know when you need to use your skills."

At only fifteen, I was just beginning to experience the budding of love. Perhaps I didn't know what love was then, or anything at all; I just felt happy being with Anda and wanted to be with her forever. Maybe that's when I secretly fell in love with her.

Anda and I became extremely close friends. Whenever I had free time, I would chat with her and study magic together. I, who was usually too lazy to practice, became exceptionally serious when I was with her. But I never brought Anda home to play.

Because I had a handsome father with irresistible charm, and he was too lustful, being a renowned dragon warrior of the empire, he would definitely not let this great beauty slip away. I also worried that Anda would fall in love with my father, so until my father's death, although Anda often mentioned wanting to visit my home, I always refused.

I had already fallen in love with her, but I didn't dare confess. It wasn't because of the age difference—I was fifteen, she was twenty—but because she was my magic teacher. Teacher-student relationships were frowned upon, and I was the famous Keith of the Empire. The only son of Schneider, the Dark Dragon Karuz. Schneider's successor. At

fifteen, I didn't have the courage to defy societal prejudices, even though I had always hated those ancient, outdated ideas. Everything was buried deep in my heart.

[Main Story Part One: Endless Destiny (Youth Chapter) - Episode 1] Chapter 3: The Night of the Dark Dragon

That night, I couldn't sleep. The moonlight shone on my bedside, making me restless. Today was the full moon; I was born under the full moon.

My mind was filled with Adah's alluring body. It wasn't that I didn't have girlfriends, but no one could give me the feeling Adah gave me—a feeling that was like a mother and a sister, a lover and a friend. This was something no one else could give me.

Perhaps this is because I suffered from my father's sadistic training from a young age, and my mother died early, leaving me with psychological flaws. Deep down, what I lack is a woman like my mother.

I lay in bed, bathed in moonlight, and drifted off to sleep.

My body, influenced by the moonlight, was slowly changing. A strange power flowed within me; I felt something surging inside me—was it the power of a dragon?

My heart was pounding, my body seemed to detach from my consciousness, and I couldn't even control my own flesh. Somewhat dazed, I got out of bed, and as if hypnotized, pushed open the bedroom door and climbed to the top floor.

The top floor was a huge single room, formerly my father's bedroom. Up there, something was calling to me.

I looked up at the ceiling, which was quite unique, specially designed by the imperial craftsmen. It was entirely inlaid with strange glass and crystal, allowing moonlight to stream into the room from any angle whenever the moon rose.

Dragons love moonlight, especially dark dragons. Dragons can absorb the essence of the moon to enhance their power, and dark dragon warriors have inherited this trait.

My father's sword, the legendary sword passed down for hundreds of years—Reverse Scale—was now stuck diagonally in the sword altar in the center of the room.

It was humming.

It was calling to me!

Reverse Scale was specially forged for my ancestors by the ten sages who created dragon warriors (see prequel). It was made from "parts" from the dragon's body. Reverse Scale is not only a sharp sword but also a magical sword with the advantages of a magic wand.

Applying spells to sharpen the blade during sword forging, combining the advantages of a sword and a magic wand, was a revolutionary breakthrough in the history of sword making. Because magic abhors metals (except gold), and gold is too soft for sword forging, alchemists would infuse special substances to neutralize this aversion.

This breakthrough was brought about by the most creative beings on the continent besides the gods—humans. The names of these humans who brought about this creative breakthrough have long been lost to the annals of history, but the craft of forging magical swords has survived. A common method is to embed a suitable magical gem or crystal into the blade or hilt; a more advanced method involves embedding dragon teeth or other divine objects.

But the most creative and best method is to dismantle parts of a dragon while it is still alive, attaching these "parts" to the sword while they still carry the dragon's life force and spirit.

"While the dragon was alive?"

Dragons are the strongest creatures. Aside from the creator god dwelling on Mount Everest and the fallen angels hiding in Shen Yue Valley, no other creature is stronger than a dragon. Pulling a tooth from a dragon's mouth is far more terrifying than pulling a tooth from a tiger's mouth—this is no joke. Think it over carefully.

For a magic swordsman, possessing a good sword is more important than anything else, and Reverse Scale is undoubtedly the best sword imaginable.

The material used to forge the sword was a unique metal extracted by the Ten Sages from meteorites that fell from the sky to the earth. It is said that this metal is the same material used in the weapons of the gods, and it itself does not resist magic. Moreover, the quenching (quenching, an important step in weapon forging, involves heating the blade until it is red-hot, then immersing it in water to quickly cool it before forging) wasn't done with water, but with dragon blood—living dragon blood! It's truly a mystery how the Ten Sages managed to do that back then.

The hilt of the sword, Reverse Scale, is covered with scales, the most untouchable part of the dragon's body—the Reverse Scale.

"The dragon has a reverse scale beneath its neck; touch it, and it will surely enrage and kill!"

The hilt is made of four enormous dragon teeth joined together, glued together with dragon brain (the strongest adhesive substance in the world), and inlaid with an emblem—a treasure that can use dark magic—the Dark Emblem representing dark power.

My father once told me that the dragon from which this sword was forged was the owner of the Dark Dragon's Soul within our family. The Ten Sages killed that Dark Dragon, seized its Dragon Soul, and used its "parts" as raw materials to forge this Reverse Scale. The Dragon Soul from that Dark Dragon was later transferred to our ancestor Karuz, creating a Dragon Warrior.

Only a Dragon Warrior possessing the same Dark Dragon power can unleash the true power of this sword.

As I went upstairs, it seemed to be welcoming me, radiating a golden light. Since my father's death, the Reverse Scale has sat alone on the sword altar on the rooftop, and I, resisting my destiny as a dragon warrior, have never touched it. But the Reverse Scale is like a devoted lover, silently waiting, waiting for me to change my mind.

I gazed at the glowing sword, as if admiring an antique, carefully appreciating it. The blade was long and narrow, sharp, about three fingers wide, with an ancient and simple design. Although it glowed, the blade was black, engraved with tiny runes, like mosquito legs, with a red blood groove in the middle, as if still flowing with blood. I wondered if it was dragon blood or human blood; it must have killed many people.

I opened my large hand, slowly reached out, gently placed my hand on the hilt, gripped it tightly, and pulled it from the altar.

The Reverse Scale left the altar, its blade trembling slightly in the air, emitting a low hum.

This was the first time in all these years that I had touched it. Holding the dragon-scale-covered hilt of the sword in my hand, the cool blade against my face felt like the comfort of a family member.

I practiced a few sword techniques with the Reverse Scale; it was neither too heavy nor too light, like an extension of my arm, wielded with ease.

My power attribute is dark, and when I held the Reverse Scale, the dark power within me could be fully unleashed through the dark runes on the hilt. Far from being weakened, it was actually amplified by the runes.

A strange power flowed from the sword, spreading through my fingers and throughout my body. I felt a surge of heat, and then my left hand, holding the sword, seemed to glow, as if it had become invisible. After a

burst of intense yet gentle light, the sword vanished; it had merged into my body, becoming one with me. In this era of rampant war and magic, alchemists invented swords that could merge with the human body and become one with their master, allowing warriors to fight more effectively and kill more easily. They don't need repair when damaged; as long as their master is alive, the swords can merge into their master's body and automatically restore themselves with their master's power. However, each of these swords is a priceless treasure, and only a few nobles can afford to own them.

A sharp pain shot through my head, initially like a mosquito bite, then the pain amplified and spread like ripples in water, quickly engulfing my entire body.

The Dragon Soul residing in my brain began to awaken!

"Ah..."

I could no longer endure the hellish pain; my pig-like screams echoed throughout the castle.

But the pain only lasted a few seconds. My bones cracked, veins bulged on my skin, and my body became stronger. Power surged wildly within me like a tidal wave.

"Ya!"

I threw my head back and roared at the full moon, the sound of a dragon's roar emanating from my body. Power overflowed from my pores, and my clothes shattered into countless pieces the moment the dragon energy escaped. A sharp pain and itch shot through my back, and amidst the swirling debris, a pair of black, fleshy wings sprouted from my body. Each wing was a full seven feet long, with three strange claws on each. The wings spread out in a crescent shape behind me, fluttering slightly, and with their flapping, my body floated in the air as if suspended in mid-air.

I began to transform—the transformation of the strongest dragon warrior in the world, a transformation that even the gods would envy, the transformation of the Dark Dragon Warrior.

At that moment, my eyes, which were purple due to my demonic blood, turned golden, the golden eyes unique to dragon warriors.

Our family is renowned throughout the empire for the power of dragon warriors, but we also possess another power of transformation: the Fallen Angel transformation.

I gained this power of transformation at the age of twelve. My ancestor, Karuz, the first Dragon Warrior, was a half-demon, half-human. He later married the demon princess Neli, who gave birth to the second Dragon Warrior, my great-great-great-great-grandfather.

Because of the demon blood within us, those of Dragon Warrior lineage in our family possess two transformation abilities, but this is often overlooked due to the sheer power of the Dragon Warrior transformation.

This time, I transformed not into the form of a fallen angel, but into the form of a Dragon Warrior.

I clenched my fist; power flowed through my body—the power of a dragon. I had finally become a Dragon Warrior.

The feeling of becoming a Dragon Warrior was vastly different from when I transformed into a Fallen Angel. The power within me was as boundless as the heavens, yet I couldn't unleash its full potential.

The experience of seven lifetimes—from my ancestor, the first Dark Dragon Warrior Karuz, to my father Keith—nearly three hundred years of experience from the seven Dragon Warriors combined, surged into my mind like a tidal wave the moment I transformed.

The newly flooded memories collided violently with my existing ones in that instant, like a bucket of cold water being poured into boiling oil, immediately causing an uproar.

I fell from the sky, landing on my knees, my head throbbing, my thoughts a jumbled mess.

The image of my father dying beneath the Stone Fortress, his passionate entanglement with his group of beauties, my ancestor's duel with Lucifer III, my grandfather's heroic act of defying the heavens during the tribulation—scene after scene flashed before my eyes. In that moment, there was heart-wrenching sorrow, raging fury, gentle tenderness, and a heroic spirit of selflessness—a complex tapestry of emotions intertwined.

For a time, my consciousness became a lone boat tossed about in turbulent waves, battered and bruised by the storm, tormented by a nightmare. Instinctively, I reached out a hand, seeking a beacon in the storm, a safe harbor to escape the sudden fury, but all I could grasp was the howling sea wind.

I lay on the ground, curled up like a shrimp, groaning like a sick child, drool dripping from my mouth onto the floor. The bed was beside me, but I was too weak to climb on it. I had lost all control over my own actions; I couldn't manipulate my body, I couldn't even cry for help. I needed a beacon to guide me in the darkness.

Just as I was on the verge of a mental breakdown, a warm hand was placed on my forehead.

"What's wrong? Ah, you've grown wings?"

Struggling in darkness and suffering, I suddenly saw a glimmer of light, and I barely opened my blurry eyes.

I only saw a blurry figure; she lifted me from the ground and carried me to the bed.

Like someone about to drown at sea, my limbs flailed wildly, and I suddenly grabbed a piece of floating wood, pulling her into my arms. My limbs clung to her like an octopus, refusing to let go. My face was pressed against her chest, my body trembling like a sieve.

She struggled slightly in my arms, then quickly relaxed, her hands beginning to gently stroke my neck; her breasts were soft and supple. I inhaled the faint fragrance emanating from her, and warmth flowed from her body through our intimately connected bodies into mine, driving away the chill.

The storm gradually subsided.

In this misty haze, I saw my mother's figure.

"Mom!"

I whispered. Mom had come to save me. I remembered that night, the night that red-haired madman first subjected me to his inhuman training. My body had never endured such intense exertion before. That night, my bones ached terribly, and I groaned in pain all night long. That night, my mother, just like now, held me, curled up in pain, her fingers stroking me, gently patting my back, comforting me, staying with me through the entire night.

The storm gradually subsided, the ship was out of danger, and the memories of the Seven Dragon Warriors slowly melted into my consciousness. Now, I can no longer distinguish who I am. I am Karuz, an ancestor of melancholy and sorrow, whose life was filled with misfortune. Through bitter waiting and unwavering devotion, I finally won the heart of my beloved. I, too, became Keith, the peerless warrior and dashing playboy, frolicking among beauties. I am as if I were just born, a hungry infant, my eyes still closed, yet I already know how to use my strength to find my mother's full breasts and suckle her sweet milk.

Some impulses from within stimulate the restlessness buried within me; besides hunger, I have other needs. My eyes still cannot see anything clearly, but my body knows what to do.

Something is blocking my way, obstructing me; I tear it to pieces with my hands. Opponents are constantly hindering me; I subdue them with my other two hands on the back of my head—those wings with six pairs of tentacles. I keep moving forward, groping, moving forward, and in the process, I seem to hear a few faint calls.

Finally, I arrived at an incredibly narrow cave. The entrance was so small it was almost impossible to squeeze in, but I still forced my way in because I was hungry and needed my mother's sweet milk.

My hand grasped a soft yet firm and elastic object, and I began to exert force, my body inching forward. Soon, I encountered another obstacle, but I ignored it and continued forward. The obstacle was constantly squeezed, deformed, and finally collapsed in front of my body. I heard another painful scream, but I ignored it because I had successfully reached my destination.

My mouth was filled with a bright red nipple, and I twisted my body, eagerly sucking the sweet milk. Waves of unparalleled pleasure spread through my limbs, blowing away the aches and pains like a storm.

I kept striving, pursuing this blissful joy.

In this bliss, I grew continuously, from an infant to a child, from a child to a young adult.

I ran across the grass, played in the fields, chasing fluttering butterflies.

Joy accumulated within me, brewing, until it finally erupted.

"Ah!"

Another soft scream escaped my lips, and I felt a sharp pain in my back. That sound... I felt like I'd heard it somewhere before.

That's right, I remembered.

It was the scream of the girl attacked by the lion-heron in that maple forest that day.

"Ada!"

A name jumped into my mind. A jolt went through me; I remembered who I was.

I opened my eyes wide, and just like that fleeting glimpse, I saw that flawless face again.

Only this time, I was holding Ada, naked, lying on a soft bed, our lower bodies intertwined. My penis was thrusting relentlessly inside her, ejaculating my desire.

"Teacher Ada?"

I exclaimed. My seed was now completely inside her. My body went limp, and my head collapsed onto Anda's beautiful, flower-like breasts.

"It's not your fault, you're still just a child." Anda pulled her arms around me again, embracing me in her warm harbor. Her face was flushed, somewhat pale, yet alluring.

[Main Story Part One: Endless Destiny (Youth Chapter) - Episode 1] Chapter 4: Sensing

A child's growth often comes after enduring countless hardships, making them wiser and more mature.

At eighteen, having never experienced much hardship, I was still quite naive in many ways.

I originally thought that as long as I didn't reveal it, no one would know my identity as a Dragon Warrior. In reality, the moment I transformed into a Dragon Warrior, several people in Wind City sensed it.

In the Azure Dragon Pavilion of my school, Azure Dragon Academy, my adoptive father, Sisfield, was observing the celestial phenomena.

The Empire uses seven as a prime number, with seven days in a week, fourteen months in a year, and roads seven meters wide. Within Wind City, there are seven tallest buildings, and the Emperor has decreed that no other building can surpass these seven!

These seven buildings are the four tallest buildings among the four academies: Azure Dragon Pavilion, Vermilion Bird Terrace, White Tiger Tower, and Black Tortoise Tower; the other three are the Dragon Warrior Memorial Tower, the Star-Picking Pavilion where High Priest Jiu Ning resides, and the Sunrise Viewing Platform used for sacrifices. In fact, apart from the Sunrise Viewing Platform, the others are just towers.

"Finally born," he sighed, gazing at the Dark Dragon Star shining brightly in the sky, his unkempt beard twitching. "Dark. Xiunaida, one day, you will create a myth, the myth of the Dragon Warrior, a new myth."

Almost simultaneously, three other people sensed the birth of the Dark Dragon Warrior.

In the Star-Picking Pavilion, High Priest Jiu Ning expressionlessly "looked" at the glittering crystal ball, with a little girl of about ten years old standing beside her. The reason it was described as "looking" was because she closed her eyes, seeing with her inner eye, not her physical eyes, because Jiu Ning was blind.

Unlike her adoptive father, Jiu Ning wasn't born with the ability to foresee the future. However, she certainly possessed some talent, though not the strongest. To become a star-gazing master like her adoptive father, she didn't hesitate to blind herself.

Having lost her physical eyes, she saw the world more clearly than anyone else through her inner eye. She, along with Sisfield and the wandering Master Mancini, were known as the three great priestesses of the empire.

Jiu Ning wasn't particularly beautiful, but her features were still quite delicate. Dressed like an old nun, only a few crow's feet were visible at the corners of her eyes, yet she was a nearly ninety-year-old virgin.

The sphere displayed a scene of me and my teacher, Anda, making love in bed. Such a sensual scene, for this woman who had long since severed all emotions and desires, was no different from watching two flies mating. But the little girl beside her was different; her face was flushed red to the back of her ears.

The little girl was only fourteen years old, the successor to the next priestess. She was beautiful and charming, but sadly, she would grow up to be a spinster like her teacher.

"You know, Lance, for some reason, I have a feeling that this person will have a huge impact on the future fate of the empire!"

"Teacher, he's a dragon warrior, the guardian of the empire! Of course he'll influence the empire!"

Lance finally snapped out of her erotic reverie .

"It's not like that, Lance. He's different from others!"

"You must be careful of this person. I have a feeling he will have a very negative impact on you in the future. Be careful!"

The great astrologer spoke earnestly. The greatest tragedy for an astrologer who could see the future was knowing it in advance but being unable to change it. She clearly saw her student's future, but couldn't change it. Any attempt to rewrite history would be punished by heaven.

Lance clearly didn't heed her master's words. What were she and he doing? The man seemed to be abusing the woman, who appeared to be both happy and in pain. What was going on?

In another exquisitely furnished room in the palace, a woman's moans echoed continuously.

"Oh, Your Majesty...you are so valiant...you almost killed me...oh!"

Her voice was captivating and alluring, yet so sweet it sent chills down one's spine.

"Thump!"

A man with a body as strong as steel climbed out of bed, staring blankly at the starry sky outside the window.

His thin face, high and slightly hooked nose, and clearly defined features made him look no different from a young man in his twenties. However, his eyes, half-open and half-closed, shone with a kingly aura unlike anyone else's. He was the strongest man in the world, the dragon warrior of the three-headed golden dragon, Aura Fabil, the emperor of the Wind Empire.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?" A jade-like arm draped over his shoulder, revealing a face that was both extremely beautiful and utterly repulsive.

Extremely beautiful, meaning this person is exceptionally handsome, not losing much of their beauty even compared to the three beauties of Fengdu.

Extremely disgusting, because this person is actually a man, just dressed as a woman. Imagine two men naked and huddled together on a bed, sharing a homosexual act—forget it, it's just too disgusting. That scene would make anyone vomit up everything they ate three days ago.

He, or rather she, is the emperor's favorite, the first minister, Duke Ruyaqi, a man more feminine than a woman.

The emperor, who is fond of men, turned his head (200 words of intimate gestures omitted here) and sighed, "The power of the dark dragon within Keith's son has just awakened, I can feel it!"

"What's there to worry about? Wouldn't having another dragon warrior be more beneficial to the empire?"

"That's true, but I always have a feeling I can't quite put my finger on." Emperor Aura said, rubbing his temples, feeling uneasy.

"Feng, from now on you will be in charge of monitoring the Dark Dragon! Report any unusual activity to me immediately!" the Emperor commanded.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" A black shadow flashed past the window and disappeared into the night sky.

"Come, my beauty!"

The Emperor turned around, embraced the beauty on the bed, and gave her a deep, long kiss.

In another corner of the palace—

Princess Ruyue awoke from her sleep. Ruyue was merely her title; her real name was Catherine Fabil. She was given this title by her father because of a crescent-shaped birthmark on her right arm, and everyone had grown accustomed to calling her that. As the strongest dragon warrior in the world, she was not only the most beautiful woman in Fengdu, but also the most beautiful woman in the empire.

Just awakened from her dream, her cloud-like golden hair cascaded down like a light veil, gently falling onto her shoulders and back. As she gracefully and languidly rose from the bed, her skin, exposed beyond the white gauze, reflected the moonlight, its golden hue mesmerizing. Her elegant, slender body undulated with each movement.

She possessed Anda's allure, Sheila's purity, and her own unique royal nobility, all blended together to captivate even the maids who came to serve her, their expressions a mixture of envy and jealousy.

Princess Ruyue opened the air vent and took a deep breath of fresh air.

"What's wrong, sister? It's not dawn yet,"

her younger sister, only nine years old, said. The little girl always loved to sleep with her older sister.

"You go to sleep first, I still have some things to do." Her younger sister yawned and went back to sleep. "Dark, the Dark Dragon power within you has finally awakened!"

In the vast royal park, several children were chasing and playing. Eight-year-old Ruyue took a liking to a green jade stone in the hands of Bordeaux, a descendant of the Jade Dragon who was half a year younger than her. When he refused to give it to her, she tried to snatch it, and the two fought. Although she was a girl, Princess Ruyue was stronger than the boys who were several years older than her. Soon, Bordeaux was defeated, the stone was taken, and the poor boy wailed loudly.

"I thought it was something special, but it's just this junk."

What you can't have is always the best; once you get it, it's worthless. Ruyue glanced at it, found it uninteresting, and casually threw the stone into the river. She was much more wicked as a child.

"How could you do this? That's too much! I want you to apologize to Bordeaux!" A boy with purple eyes rang out from behind. The boy was extremely handsome and about the same height as her.

"Dark, who do you think you are, daring to speak to me like that? Be careful, or I'll have my father behead you!" Catherine Faber said arrogantly.

"I am Dark. Xiunaida, and I want you to apologize to him!" Dark said, each word distinct, his purple eyes revealing a defiant light that made Ruyue's heart tremble. The

proud princess would not bow her head to anyone, especially since she had never lost a fight since childhood. With a heavy right fist, she struck Dark's right shoulder, making the boy wince in pain. The stubborn boy was not to be outdone and immediately retaliated, delivering a powerful blow to the princess's beautiful face with his left hand.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

"Damn Dark, how dare you hit me? I'll kill you!" Ruyue said angrily, touching the blood flowing from her nose.

The two children quickly began to wrestle, grabbing ears, pulling hair, twisting fingers, using every trick in the book. When the adults separated the two children, their faces were swollen like pigs' heads.

Emperor Aura Fabir at that time was far from being as incompetent as he is now. Though not a wise ruler, he was still a good one. After clarifying the facts, he gave Ruyue a good scolding and made her apologize to Bordeaux.

"You're so annoying! Dark Xiunaida, one day when I grow up and become queen, I'll kill you!" the princess secretly threatened the boy.

"One day when I'm a grown man, Catherine Fabir, I'll marry you and make you face the person you hate most every day! Hahaha..." The boy squinted his swollen eye and smiled wickedly.

"I heard that when the Dark Dragon awakens from the darkness, it needs a virgin as a sacrifice. I wonder if that's true."

Thinking of this, Catherine's face suddenly turned red, and her heart suddenly felt a little sour.

[Main Story Part 1: Endless Destiny (Boyhood Chapter) - Episode 1] Chapter 5: Chasing Dreams

"What am I doing?"

I lay in Adachi's arms, asking myself involuntarily. I had slept with my teacher! Or rather, I had just raped my teacher.

I shifted my body, my penis, having just fulfilled its mission of becoming a real man, slowly withdrawing from Adachi's beautiful flower path. Along with it came some red and white fluid; I knew what it was—Adachi's virgin blood.

I didn't know what to say. My mind raced. What should I do? Run away? Cry and beg for her forgiveness? Or pretend nothing had happened? After staring blankly at each other for several minutes, I made a decision.

"I'm sorry, just now…"

"Don't say anything." Adachi placed a finger on my lips, stopping me from saying anything more.

"Nothing happened tonight," she said, releasing her grip on my head and struggling to get up. This movement seemed to aggravate her lower body wound; Anda frowned, her body went limp, and she collapsed. I quickly caught her from behind, and we embraced again.

"No! Everything happened!" I hugged Anda tightly from behind .

"I love you, Anda!"

For the first time in my life, I uttered those three words to a woman. The beautiful woman in my arms trembled, turning sharply to look at me with surprise and confusion.

"Ever since I met you in that maple forest, I've been captivated by you. Your smile, your words—I've never forgotten them." I confessed my feelings, buried for years, to Anda in one breath.

"But I'm your teacher," Anda blushed, revealing a shy, girlish expression.

"But you weren't when we met!" I replied, a reason that had also been hidden in my heart for many years.

"Dak, have you thought about this?" Anda placed her delicate, white hand on my face. "Don't forget, you're a Dragon Warrior. If anyone finds out about your relationship with your teacher, what will happen to your reputation, your future..."

"To hell with other people!" I grabbed Anda's hand, straightened up, and knelt before her. "It's me who likes you, it's me who loves you, what does it have to do with those bastards!" I said, kissing Anda's hand. Anda was my sacred goddess.

"But I'm still your teacher," Anda said softly, her voice growing softer.

"I don't care about any of that. Anyone who dares to utter a word more, I'll kill them!"

I yelled, hugging Anda tightly. This time, Anda didn't say anything more. I felt her muscles relax, and I slowly laid her flat on the bed. Anda's face was as red as the rising sun. She turned her head away, closed her eyes tightly, and dared not look at me again.

I withdrew the power of my Dragon Warrior transformation, and the wings on my back disappeared. I slowly knelt down and gently pressed my lips to Adah's fragrant lips. At first, Adah's teeth were clenched a little, but when my tongue reached in, she gradually opened her tightly closed lips, welcoming my tongue in. We embraced each other like that, feeling each other's body heat. My chest pressed against Adah's full and elastic breasts, and I could clearly feel the firmness of those two small nipples against my chest.

During Adah's first passionate kiss, she slowly opened her eyes, her gentle eyes, shimmering with a soft glow, exuding a captivating charm. That gaze was somewhat like the way my mother looked at me, and also somewhat like the shy look in my eyes when Sheila secretly peeked at me during my date.

The desire hidden within me was gradually rekindled by the stimulation of Adah's soft and sweet lips.

Adachi's long hair, spread out on the bed, looked incredibly beautiful, and combined with her shy, girlish expression, it created a fatal allure that could captivate anyone.

My lips traced down Adachi's jawline, while my hands began to roam, lingering on Adachi's sacred breasts. Her full, textured breasts changed shape under my palms, her two pink, tender nipples proudly erect.

I lowered my head and gently licked those pink nipples. "Mmm..." Adachi put a finger in her mouth, biting the tip lightly, letting out a low moan. Her body trembled slightly. My fingers continued to knead Adachi's breasts, while my tongue continued its kisses down her chest, finally stopping at her lower body's paradise.

At this moment, I moved my hand from Adachi's breasts to her lower body, gently parting the golden pubic hair and separating the two thick, juicy labia. The pale pink labia, now blooming like a flower, revealed their intricately arranged folds, completely exposed to me. Perhaps because this was my first time seeing a woman's private parts, and I had always harbored countless fantasies about this place, I felt only curiosity and no lewd thoughts.

"Beautiful!"

I said, while Adachi, beneath me, blushed deeply at the sight of me doing this, covering her face with her hands, unable to look at me any longer.

Besides some red and white fluid, there was a slight tear on her anus. I knew what had happened; in my dazed state, I had done this to Adachi, and due to my roughness, her lower body had been injured.

I placed my hand on Anda's injured lower body and cast a holy light spell to heal her. Entering without any foreplay, Anda must have been in excruciating pain. Looking at the wound healing under the holy light, I felt a strange mix of emotions. My first time, the first time of the woman I loved, was lost in this dazed, confused state.

I lowered my head and began licking Anda's exposed pink petals, occasionally slipping my tongue inside, licking her clitoris, and sucking hard on her labia. My tongue moved in and out of her vagina.

"No! How can you lick that place! No, please!" she cried out, "It's dirty there," she said.

I didn't want to stop. Instead, I reached out and lifted Anda's thighs onto my shoulders, extending my tongue and continuing my "work," like a hungry hunting dog.

In this area, I'm a complete novice. These techniques are just things I learned from peeping at my deadbeat dad and his women, or from the pile of messy, inappropriate adult books I kept at my godfather's place. Maybe I'm just a natural expert, or maybe it's a skill I inherited from my dad. This time, I did a very successful job. Some glistening liquid kept flowing out of Adachi's lower body, mixed with, of course, other things—the semen I had ejaculated earlier. To be honest, eating my own stuff feels a bit like Pigsy gnawing on a pig's trotter.

Adachi's elastic thighs, under my teasing, involuntarily contracted, clamping my head tightly between them. Her thighs were so tight that it was hard for me to breathe, but I continued to work hard. Gradually, I felt the temperature of her skin begin to rise. The full moon light wasn't very clear, but with the touch of my fingertips, I could still feel that Adah's delicate, baby-like skin had turned pink.

"I'm coming!" I whispered in Adah's ear, and under my teasing, Adah, who was gradually losing her senses, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.

In the midst of our somewhat frenzied kiss, my penis once again joined Adah's vagina. Although it was a second time, and the wound had healed, Adah still felt a little overwhelmed and let out a slight groan of pain.

My movements stopped, and I closed my eyes, carefully savoring the feeling of her warm, tight flesh gripping my penis, a sensation like being tightly grasped by a powerful hand. Because my tip was pressed against Anda's clitoris, her cervix sucked at my glans like a baby nursing, sending an intense, ecstatic pleasure through my entire body.

I looked up at the bright moon through the roof; it was the fifteenth of the month, and the moon was exceptionally round. In the past, Anda was an inviolable goddess in my heart, but now I was violating her sanctity. This peculiar, immoral relationship between us gave me another kind of stimulating pleasure.

I placed Anda's two crystal-clear, jade-like thighs on my shoulders, knelt before her, and thrust my hips, riding her body. Every insertion and withdrawal brought me ecstatic pleasure, both physically and mentally. I was not only experiencing the ultimate pleasure in the world, but also fulfilling a dream from my youth.

Beneath me, Anda twisted her slender waist, her body trembling as if struck by lightning, emitting intermittent, alluring moans.

I gradually became lost in a frenzy, ravaging her like a storm. Anda groaned and struggled beneath me. My lower abdomen collided repeatedly with Anda's buttocks, the strange pleasure sending shivers down my spine. I had entered a semi-mad state, ignoring Anda's moans and pleas, continuing my relentless thrusting.

Under my brutality, Anda's plaintive moans grew louder and more intense, echoing in the empty rooftop.

"Ah..."

Finally, when everything crossed the line, Anda let out a scream as if the world was ending. Her lower body contracted violently, and then, like a volcanic eruption, gushes of hot liquid gushed from our joined bodies, soaking the sheets beneath us. After a few more piston-like thrusts, I also ejaculated a large amount of semen into the body of my first love.

"I've grown up, I'm not a child anymore. Be my wife, Anda." Our limbs were tightly intertwined, and I gently bit her earlobe as I spoke.

"Okay!" Anda mumbled in response, offering me another sweet kiss, and we were united once more. Anda's body was so intoxicating; having tasted its sweetness, I couldn't stop, conquering her again and again. A dragon warrior's physique is completely different from ordinary people, and in this respect, I, who would later often be called a lecherous dragon behind my back, was even more "different." Although Anda was an unparalleled beauty who could bewitch all beings, she couldn't withstand my almost relentless conquest. When I withdrew from this woman, whom I had almost drained dry, she didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

"Becoming a dragon warrior isn't so bad, at least in this respect." I held the sleeping Adachi in my arms, kissing her cheeks still flushed from our passion, smiling smugly like a lecherous man who had just possessed a poor girl. If only there wasn't that curse, that curse God placed on the dragon warriors.

A wave of exhaustion washed over me, my eyelids drooped, and I gradually drifted off to sleep, still holding Adachi. This wasn't due to overexertion, but rather the first transformation my body underwent since becoming a dragon warrior. After I fell asleep, the internal structure of my body changed, beginning the transformation from human to dragon.

On the surface, I still looked human, but the structure of many parts of my body was already transforming into that of a dark dragon.

My body's defenses and resilience were greatly enhanced, and my senses were a hundredfold stronger. Although I was asleep, I could feel the sky outside changing from dark to light, hear the birds flapping their wings outside in the early morning, the insects burrowing underground, and even "hear" a fly land on the roof, crawl a few steps forward, and then buzz away.

The power of the Dragon Soul began to take effect within me, growing steadily in my slumber. Before my power reaches its peak, I will undergo seven such transformations in my lifetime, each one elevating my power to a new level.

When I complete the seventh transformation, the power of the dragon will be fully unleashed within my body, and my power will surpass the realm of dragons, even reaching the level of "gods."

But my power can never surpass that of a god, because when my strength approaches that of a god, the curse placed upon dragon warriors by the gods—the most malevolent curse in the world—will activate. I will die, like every dragon warrior, from some kind of "accident."

In my youth, I was a carefree youth, relying on my good looks and the seemingly inexhaustible "assets" I inherited from the Dark Dragon, doing almost the same things as my ancestors—leaving women everywhere. Consciously

and unconsciously, I was repeating the same fate as my seven ancestors.

[Main Story Part One: Endless Destiny (Youth Chapter) - Episode 1] Chapter Six: The Blood Curse of the Gods

Sitting on my bed at home, I slowly "digested" and "absorbed" the memories left to me by my seven ancestors. That night, I suddenly gained nearly three hundred years of memories; the powerful impact almost caused me to suffer a mental breakdown. For the past three days, I have stayed at home in quiet contemplation, trying to clear my chaotic thoughts.

My ancestors left the memories of seven generations in their minds, hoping that their descendants could draw help from these memories to find a way to break the Blood Curse of the Gods and change the fate of the dragon warriors who died young. But three hundred years of memories was simply too vast; three days of deep thought couldn't fully digest them. For those three days, I merely sealed them deep within my consciousness, intending to absorb them slowly later.

My body began to shed its skin after that absurd night, and I was reborn with a new body. Fortunately, the new skin was still human skin, only more lustrous and elastic, unlike my fears of developing dragon-like scales.

"Thank goodness I didn't become a half-dragon, half-human monster, otherwise Sheila and Anda definitely wouldn't like me." Thinking of Anda, I felt a pang of guilt. I had been too rough that night, leaving her unable to get out of bed the next day after her first sexual experience. However, after breaking that barrier, our relationship became even closer.

For the past three days, I had barely gotten out of bed; Anda had been taking care of my meals. Naturally, these three days were also incredibly absurd for both of us.

I sat on the edge of the bed in my Dragon Warrior form, eyes closed, holding the Reverse Scale in my hand, feeling the strange power emanating from it. The Reverse Scale was alive; it was now completely integrated with me, sharing my joy, sorrow, and anger. It was my closest companion, a part of my very being.

Tap tap!

Footsteps approached. It wasn't Adachi; she had just gone out to prepare dinner for me.

The voice was familiar. Thanks to my enhanced telepathic abilities since becoming a Dragon Warrior, I knew who it was. It was my adoptive father, Sisfield.

"You seem to be doing quite well!" My adoptive father's voice came from the doorway. He was still the same as always, dressed sloppily, half his shirt hanging out and half inside his trousers, the zipper undone—truly indecent! Even the poorest old farmer from the countryside who came to the city would dress much better than him.

Even lazy people have their reasons, and his reasons were quite valid: "I'm a celestial seer who reveals heavenly secrets, an astrologer, constantly at odds with the heavens. I haven't done many good deeds to compensate for my mistakes, so I have to torture myself to avoid divine retribution."

Is that even a reason? But he was a celestial seer who could foresee others' fates, a master of astrology, so this reason, which wasn't really a reason, was accepted by most people. Only those like him, such as the celestial seer Jiu Ning, or those like me who understood his background, would scoff at it.

It was simply because he was too lazy!

"It's you, Godfather," I said, opening my eyes. Sisfield became my godfather because he was a close friend of my father, and his carefree personality suited my taste, which is why I recognized him as my godfather.

When I was little, whenever I got into trouble outside and my father chased after me, I would always run to him for refuge. Every time something happened to me, it was my adoptive father who would plead with my father and say good things for me. The relationship between us was no different from that of father and son.

"You finally became a dragon warrior." Looking at the dragon wings on my back, my adoptive father said.

"There's nothing I can do. I don't know what my future holds, or how I'll meet a tragic end."

I touched the fleshy wings on my back and smiled bitterly.

"You really don't know how lucky you are. So many people long for this!" He laughed and chuckled.

"Hmph!" I snorted in dissatisfaction.

"Don't worry, you will definitely overcome that curse. I see your future."

"Don't lie to me anymore. You've said that to countless dragon warriors." I exposed his true colors—a quack astrologer selling quack medicine.

"Haha..." My adoptive father blushed and suddenly said to me seriously, "Have you been with Anda these past few days?" It seemed he already knew about my relationship with Anda.

This time it was my turn to blush.

"What's there to blush about? Morality, etiquette, rules and regulations—it's all bullshit! You can marry whoever you want. That's what a real man should do." That's just his personality; otherwise, I wouldn't have recognized him as my godfather.

"You shameless old bastard!" I muttered to myself.

"You lecherous scoundrel!" My godfather laughed in response, and we laughed loudly together in a way unique to men.

"I'm back!" Anda's voice came from outside, and my godfather winked at me playfully like a child.

"It's you." Seeing the suddenly appearing principal, Anda blushed like a child caught stealing candy.

"It's alright." How could I let my beloved be embarrassed? I quickly stepped forward and hugged her, explaining, "Godfather supports us!" I said loudly.

"Haha, I'll be your witness at your wedding!" The old man stared at Anda with lustful eyes, making her so ashamed she almost wanted to disappear into a crack. After I nourished her, Anda's face gained a radiance she hadn't possessed before, making her even more beautiful and captivating. No wonder even my adoptive father, a self-proclaimed eccentric master who had dedicated his life to spiritual practice, was mesmerized, drooling all over the place.

"You're truly blessed!" he kept whispering in my ear during dinner, making me so angry that I kept kicking his feet below, even though Anda was right there.

"Come for a walk with me, I have something to say," my adoptive father said to me as I saw him out.

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The moonlight shone through the gaps in the leaves onto the shady path, dappling the ground and creating a dreamlike, ethereal effect as I walked

. "I know what you want to ask," my adoptive father said. "You want to know if there's a way to break that curse?"

I nodded. Although I was still young, knowing that a Damocles' sword was hanging over my head at any moment was a terrifying thing.

"You have the memories of seven generations of ancestors, so you should know what that curse is," my adoptive father said earnestly, his usual cynicism vanishing.

I stepped on the uneven road, kicked a pebble hard, sending it flying far away. From the memories of my seven ancestors, I knew that the Blood Curse of the Gods was a curse placed by the gods on the Hamba Stone, which could infinitely expand human potential to its limits. The

gods absorbed this power at the birth of the world to become gods (see the prequel). To prevent other beings from absorbing the mysterious power of the Hamba Stone and surpassing themselves, the gods placed the most vicious curse in the world—the Blood Curse of the Gods—on the Hamba Stone, which even they could not destroy. They wanted any creature that dared to challenge their authority to suffer a terrible death.

Casting curses is an ancient form of witchcraft, and even the most sophisticated curses require three elements: the caster (the one casting the curse), the substance used for the curse, and the recipient (the person or thing being cursed).

The mastermind behind this blood curse is all the gods in the world, and the recipient is the pitifully small number of remaining Hamba Stones. Ordinary people use various poisons and other similar methods to cast curses. However, the power of a curse cast in this way gradually weakens and eventually disappears over time.

But as the creator god, God naturally possesses extraordinary methods. The curse used by the god is not any tangible physical substance, but rather an illusory yet existent, indelible curse. It is a kind of intention, the resentment generated by all creatures who died unnatural deaths before their demise, a resentment filled with boundless hatred. God used his

own blood as a pact, drawing upon all the resentment in the world and imbuing it with the Hamba Stone—this is the origin of the Blood Curse of the Gods.

The power of hatred is difficult to eradicate even after the longest of time; there is almost no effective way to resolve hatred; anyone who absorbs the power of the Hamba Stone cannot escape the curse of all the resentment in the world.

"God's method is so clever, so ingenious!" My adoptive father shook his head with a wry smile. "God truly lives up to

his name; he even came up with this method!" When my ancestor Karuz absorbed the power of the Hamba Stone, which could infinitely increase the potential of the human body, and became a Dragon Warrior, the curse was also placed upon him. The power of the Hamba Stone can be inherited, and the curse has been passed down from generation to generation with the Dragon Warrior bloodline, until it reached me.

"Is there really no way to break the curse?" I asked.

"Don't you know?" My adoptive father looked at me with some surprise.

"What?" I was a little confused.

"Oh!" He pretended to suddenly understand. "No wonder, they would rather die than use this method. It's not surprising that you don't know."

"What method?" Hearing that there was a way to break the curse, I jumped up with joy. There was hope!

"Don't be too happy yet. I'm just saying it's possible." My adoptive father smiled wryly again; he rarely showed such an expression.

"The wise sage Danmas, the foremost of the ten sages who created the Dragon Warriors, devised an ultimate healing spell to break the curse—a cruel, sorrowful, and helpless ultimate healing spell." My adoptive father looked up at the bright moon, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"That spell was truly cruel and pointless!" he said.

I walked home dejectedly. My adoptive father said that the spell that could potentially break the curse was indeed extremely cruel; no wonder those dozens of Dragon Warriors would rather die than use it. I would never use this method to break the curse on my body. It seems that I, like my seven ancestors, will also be unable to escape the fate of dying young.

"Don't be discouraged. You are the one with the best chance of defeating that curse. Nothing in this world is absolute," my adoptive father comforted me. He spoke to me with great seriousness, but I always felt like he was lying to me.

"The best things are often only appreciated when they're lost and can never be found again. You must cherish them." My adoptive father said this to me meaningfully as I left, but I had no heart to listen anymore.

"You're back!" Adachi's warm smile appeared before me as I returned.

Looking at Adachi's angelic face, I smiled wickedly.

"Ah! What are you doing? No! You're here again!"

I suddenly picked Adachi up and carried her towards the bedroom. Damn it, whatever the curse, a man who doesn't indulge in pleasure is a wasted youth. Live for the moment, while you're young, first and foremost, to sleep with as many beautiful women as possible and break as many girls' hymens as possible in your lifetime!

I made the most wicked decision in the world.

"Coo! Coo!"

The chirping of birds woke me from my sleep; dawn was just breaking.

I carefully pulled myself from Adachi's body, which was still tightly intertwined with mine; she was still fast asleep.

"I'm sorry,"

I gently kissed her earlobe. Last night was truly crazy; I treated Adah like a sex machine, relentlessly conquering her like a pervert.

"I'm really becoming decadent!" I told myself.

"I can't continue like this! I need to work harder!"

"No one can change my destiny; my destiny is only in my own hands!"

"I will defy fate!"

I set this grand goal for myself. I cooked breakfast for myself, but I also wanted to cook another one for Adah. This was the first time in my life I had cooked for a girl.

"Wow, why is this so awful?" Having gotten used to Adah's delicious cooking these past few days, I naturally couldn't stomach my own junk food.

"Haha, I'm such a genius!"

Walking to school, thinking about the breakfast I had prepared for Adah this morning, I felt incredibly proud. I threw away all the inedible food, then sneaked out and spent money to have a hearty meal. I brought some back and cooked it all again, shamelessly pretending it was my own cooking, hoping to wake the sleeping beauty and make her happy.

Now, with the power of the dragon warrior within me and the memories of my seven ancestors, there's nothing left for the Azure Dragon Academy to teach me. But having nothing to do, going to school is still better; at least I can hang out with my friends and not feel lonely. The self-encouragement I gave myself this morning faded in a third of an hour, completely forgotten.

[Main Story Part 1: Endless Destiny (Youth Chapter) · Episode 1] Chapter 7: Azure Dragon Academy

I walked alone to school. The morning air was particularly fresh. In a great mood, I hummed an unknown tune, but my mind was filled with thoughts of Adachi's alluring body.

"Clang!"

It was the sound of weapons clashing. Someone was fighting. Judging from their clothes, it was probably those guys from the White Tiger Academy and the Black Tortoise Academy again.

"Yun Fei, you coward! You got away with cheating last time, and this time I'll pay you back double! Do you dare to duel me?"

The speaker was the third strongest fighter at Xuanwu Academy, a muscular man covered in iron and wielding a large iron rod, named Kuang Mang Hu Yisi. He was a new human with the power to transform into a giant python.

Hu Yisi's ancestors were half-orcs, using wild beasts as totems, hence his name included animal names. New humans with the power to transform into spirits often have names of natural objects in their names; for example, the guy in front of him, Yun Fei, possessed the power to transform into a wind spirit.

More than half a year ago, at the Empire's martial arts tournament, Yun Feisi used some trickery to defeat the simple-minded muscular man. Since then, a grudge had formed between them, leading to this duel.

In the Empire, where martial arts were highly valued, it was common to see people fighting on their way to school every day. Most of the fighters were students from the four major academies, making it a common sight in Fengdu.

The empire was founded on martial prowess, and an annual national martial arts tournament was held to select the best young martial arts master of the year. The four major academies of Fengdu, boasting the most outstanding students, naturally became the favorites to win. The

students of these four academies were mostly arrogant and self-important, believing themselves to be invincible heroes, and had forged many grudges among themselves during the tournaments. Therefore, on this main road leading to the four academies, a duel of varying sizes took place almost every few days.

However, these guys really knew how to pick their spots; there were quite a few beautiful women passing by—were they planning to show off in front of them?

The Empire not only didn't stop this, but tacitly approved and even encouraged it, believing that only in this way could highly skilled warriors be cultivated. As long as no one died, the Royal Knights, responsible for the security of Fengdu, wouldn't intervene.

Fortunately, this was an era of rampant magic; no matter how severe the injury, as long as one didn't die, the various academies had plenty of high-ranking white mages and monks who could easily heal with a recovery spell.

"Haha, you want to lose to me again in front of so many beauties? Fine, I'll grant your wish!" Yun Fei feigned nonchalance, raising his right hand, his fingers opening and closing as if relaxing his joints, but a cold sweat was breaking out in his chest; his arm was still numb from the exchange of blows with his opponent.

"Then you're dead today!"

"Ultimate Python Transformation!" Hu Yisi, a powerful swordsman, raised his thick club and slammed it hard on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, roaring loudly!

"Whoosh!"

His clothes ripped apart, and Huys's already incredibly strong muscles swelled, becoming even larger and more frightening. Patterns appeared on his skin, and his body began to transform into a beast—this was the monstrous transformation of the new human half-beast.

"What are you showing off for? You think you're so strong? Can you compare to Dicanio from our academy?"

Yun Feite casually stroked his golden hair and smiled contemptuously. The Dicanio he was referring to was the successor of the Ironback Dragon's dragon warriors. For the past two years, the champion and runner-up of the Imperial Martial Arts Tournament had been decided between him and Muse, the Red Armor Dragon's dragon warrior. They, like me, were both eighth-generation dragon warriors of the Empire, both nineteen years old, with Muse being four months older than Dicanio.

These two were considered the Empire's most outstanding young talents, but who was stronger would only be known after the Imperial Martial Arts Tournament this summer.

"You have the power to transform, so why can't I?"

"Endless wind, grant me boundless power!"—"Wind Spirit Transformation!"

Yun Fei spread his five fingers, chanted the incantation, and in an instant, his ears became long and pointed like a rabbit's. This was the Wind Spirit Transformation of a half-elf. The battle between the magic swordsman and the powerful swordsman began, attracting many students and passersby to stop and watch. Some even took the opportunity to bet on who would win, seemingly eager to stir up trouble.

I didn't linger there for long. After becoming a dragon warrior, their duel seemed like a low-level melee to me, not holding much interest. A beautiful

figure flashed before my eyes, and a lovely woman appeared in front of me—it was Sheila.

"Damn it, I was so busy fooling around with Anda yesterday that I forgot about our date!"

I was frantically racking my brains for an excuse when Sheila spoke first.

"I'm sorry, Dark, I had something to do last night and couldn't come out. I had to stand you up!" Sheila said to me, blushing and embarrassed.

"Haha, thank goodness!"

I couldn't believe she stood me up too. It must have been that perverted tomboy's doing. She always ruined our dates, but this time I really had to thank her.

"Oh, it's nothing, haha, I only waited for you for three hours. It's nothing."

Of course, I wouldn't say that I stood her up too. Even though I already had Anda, well, I'm a man, and a man who isn't a bit of a womanizer is no man at all. Like father, like son, otherwise people would think I wasn't born to the womanizing Keith.

"Sheila, you're going to be late!"

A hoarse voice rang out behind me. It was that perverted tomboy.

"I'm sorry, Kama's calling me. I have to go!"

Sheila gave me a tender look that made my bones melt.

The red-haired, toothless witch stepped forward, glaring at me with murderous eyes. "Dark. Schneider, wasn't it your eighteenth birthday a few days ago?"

"No way, what kind of gift does Big Sister want to give me?"

I smiled at her with what I thought was my most gentlemanly expression, while inwardly cursing her.

"Hmph, you didn't become a Dragon Warrior? Sigh, a descendant of Karuz, yet you don't even qualify for the martial arts tournament, what a pity."

She said to me casually, giving me a very sympathetic look.

Damn it, perverted woman,

I cursed her hundreds of times in my mind. Every time I'm with Sheila, she always comes to ruin it, making our dates feel like we're thieves. That hateful tomboy, she's even trying to humiliate me in front of a beautiful woman! How infuriating!

Damn it, God must have made a mistake. How could there be such a perverted woman in this world? A man must have been reincarnated into the wrong woman's body.

Despite my hatred, I couldn't show it on my face, otherwise I'd lose all composure. To maintain my gentlemanly demeanor, I had no choice but to greet her with the gentlest, most charming, and most dashing attitude.

I forced myself to swallow this dead fly, and said with a smile, "I'm not as brave and warlike as you, big sister. Blame my old man for not passing on the power of the Dragon Warrior to me. What a miserable life!" I tilted my head back, rolled my eyes, squeezed out half a tear, and made a pitiful gesture, which made Sheila laugh too. The surrounding scenery paled in comparison to her laughter.

Kama snorted coldly and left with the beauty, not forgetting to give me a murderous glare before leaving. What did I do to offend him? But Sheila turned around and gave me a tender, affectionate look that made my eyes widen.

"Alright! Stop looking!"

Someone slapped me on the shoulder. It was my best friend Ken, my childhood friend and frenemy. He was always there when we were kids getting into all sorts of silly antics.

"You still want to date her? Watch your teeth!"

Ken said, opening his stinky mouth. This was a lesson learned the hard way. Ken's speech was a little lisp now because six months ago he foolishly tried to woo Sheila (plus a little flirting), and Kama ended up giving him a free front tooth extraction.

"Hmph!"

I chuckled self-deprecatingly. I'll worry about it later. It's been a long time since I've been to school. In the eyes of most teachers and instructors, I'm a problem student. Skipping class is commonplace, so going to school is a bit of a surprise. Luckily, my grades are decent, and I'm a descendant of the Dragon Warriors, with my adoptive father being the principal; otherwise, I would have been expelled long ago.

Compared to the almost militaristic teaching methods of the other three academies, the teaching atmosphere at Azure Dragon Academy can be described as laissez-faire.

Allowing students' imaginations to run wild has always been a tradition at Azure Dragon Academy. Every principal has been a guy with a head full of quirky ideas, like my adoptive father.

The school only has half-day classes; afternoon martial arts training is conducted by student-organized martial arts groups, which is why I chose this academy—because I could skip classes! Because of this, among the four major academies, the strongest warriors almost always elude Azure Dragon Academy, being monopolized by the other three.

However, there are also things we can be proud of. The relaxed learning atmosphere allows students' imaginations to run wild. Our imagination and creativity are unmatched by students from other academies; almost all of the empire's most outstanding generals are graduates of Azure Dragon Academy.

The so-called martial arts prodigies from other academies only discovered with dismay after graduating and joining the army that those who were far weaker than them back then were now their superiors.

"They're just generals, we're generals!" the students of Azure Dragon Academy said with undisguised pride.

Azure Dragon Academy's environment, like its educational style, was full of lively atmosphere. The entire academy was more like a large garden, with fountains, flowing water, birdsong, and fragrant flowers. There were no restrictions on students' attire, and their clothing varied widely. Under the green trees and beside the flowing water, men and women gathered together, freely expressing their love. Unlike other academies,

which were either nunneries or monasteries, insisting on separating boys and girls, creating separate boys' and girls' schools. The schools practiced militarized management and forced students to wear uniforms. The girls of Vermilion Bird Academy, already stunning beauties, were forced to wear widow's attire—completely covered in black. The students of Black Tortoise Academy dressed like monks, always in unchanging grey fur suits—that's what the students of Azure Dragon Academy called them behind their backs. White Tiger Academy wasn't much better; they weren't constantly ready to fight, yet they wore armor to school every day, looking like tin men.

"You live in paradise!" students from other academies said to us enviously.

But regardless, these four academies were essentially the Empire's military schools, or rather, reserve forces, undergoing militarized training. When the Empire launched a war and entered a state of general mobilization, students from the four academies would be conscripted and directly deployed to the battlefield.

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