Chapter One-Hundred and Forty-Four: First One Down
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake went through his quest prompts as he walked closer and closer to the Ant Hive, surprisingly he hadpleted all but one quest.
<strong>[Subjugated 231 of 500 Tyrant Ant Reapers [F-Rank]</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">And to his own frustration, he still had not leveled up.
<span style="font-weight:400">“This is pissing me off. I’ve killed over like five-thousand of these bastards, and all I’ve gotten is the title, some very scary sounding seedlings, potions, but at least this isn’t bad…”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake looked down at the ring in his hands, its glowing red bloom pulsating gently.
<strong>[Crimson Fire Welp Ring] [F-Grade] [Rare]</strong>
<ul>
<li><strong>+40 to Strength, +10 to Endurance and Vitality.</strong></li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li><strong>Limited to one per hand.</strong></li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li><strong>Made from the scales of the Fire Welp, this ring is infused with its strength and enduring vitality. While the juvenile dragon is of noparison to their adult counterpart, they are still a monster of which you would wish not face alone.</strong></li>
</ul>
<span style="font-weight:400">He scoffed.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Great, another piece of equipment made from dragons. Is the system intentionally helping me piss them off?</em><span style="font-weight:400"> He thought.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Perhaps they are, the system thrives on conflict after all,”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Natto surmised.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake sighed but had to agree. After recing one of his other rings with his new and improved one, he double-checked his status.
<strong>[Drake Wallen]</strong>
<strong>[Race: Human] [F Rank]</strong>
<strong>[Profession: Miner P5(0%) [F Rank], Crafter P5(0%) [F-Rank]</strong>
<strong>Tutorial Alias [Shot]</strong>
<strong>[Elemental Miller] [Unique] Level 20</strong>
<strong>[Vitality] 357 (10+ 15%)</strong>
<strong>[Strength] 411 (50 +10%)</strong>
<strong>[Dexterity] 315 (40 + 20%)</strong>
<strong>[Intelligence] 737 (15+15%) +(70)</strong>
<strong>[Wisdom] 377 (10 + 15%)</strong>
<strong>[Endurance] 309 (30 + 25%)</strong>
<strong>[Free Points] 40</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">He was happy to see the raw increase in his stats and was still holding onto some free points for a rainy day. Drake could feel that he was most likely on the cusp of another level up. But the Ants were doing anything but being amodating to their guest.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe once we’ve cracked open, or close the Hive entrances andpleted this quest I’ll at least get a few levels. There’s still a bunch more variants we haven’t seen yet and I’m getting impatient with just ying a hack and sh right now.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake finished looking at his status seeing that he wasfortably topped off on his resources.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Before you begin I must inform you to start holding onto the monster corpses,”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Natto said suddenly.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Corpses? Why? I thought we couldn’t use anything from monsters of this Rank?” Drake questioned.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">It is true that it will not be the most profitable, you may use any monster remains. But the purpose is not the materials for the moment, it is the corpses themselves. Did you not read the seedling’s description?” </em><span style="font-weight:400">Natto asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake scratched the side of his face, pulling one of the seedlings out of his inventory discreetly.
<strong>[Man Eating Fruit Tree] [F-Grade] x 1</strong>
<ul>
<li><strong>A nt that consumes the flesh of anything to produce fruit with nutritious properties.</strong></li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li><strong>The seedlings of the Man Eating Fruit Tree are quick to grow given the correct sustenance</strong></li>
</ul>
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<li><strong>nters beware, may eat you.</strong></li>
</ul>
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake cringed slightly reading the description.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are these straight out of a horror film…? This isn’t going to turn into that one Light Novel with these trees right? I have some RTS experience but I’m no grand Starcraft 2 yer. I only reached low gold!” Drake grumbled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">No you fool! These are just arger version of a venus fly trap. They eat anything within arms reach to produce food and propagate. They can be trained to eat only monster corpses, at least so I have heard…”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Natto admitted.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t know…?” Drake asked,ughing sarcastically.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Of course I know! I know everything. I just do not believe you can do it,”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> she said, almost making the sneer in her voice materialize.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, that was just rude,” Drake scoffed.
<span style="font-weight:400">cing the seed back into his inventory, he walked for a few more minutes, the clearing and the chittering of mandiblesing into both vision and earshot.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Is it just me or is there more…?” Drake said, looking out into the sea of red.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">It is quite possible… Regardless. How do you n on even getting close to the first Hive Entrance? Even with all your killing earlier you barely put a dent into their numbers let alone get close to the entrance,”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Natto asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Easy!” Drake smiled, “I wasn’t trying to get there before, but now? I can just punch a hole right through them.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake first summoned a ball of fire, it quickly shimmering from red to blue, then white. Next, a ball of water that began revolving around the fire, it shifting from a light clear blue into a more green aquamarine. Finally, he summoned thatst element he needed, a gust of wind that trapped both the fire and water inside, tightly packing them together as it produced steam that desperately wanted to escape.
<span style="font-weight:400">Looking like the kid in science ss who just figured out how to make the assignment exciting, Drake’s eyes curved upwards with his smile. He quickly pointed his hand forward, the ball moving with it.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Always enter with a bang!” Drake shouted.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Impact.”</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake chanted a single word the mass of elements turning and spinning with such force it began to suck in the air around it. The Ants suddenly noticed the intruder and turned, but it was toote.
<span style="font-weight:400">The condensed spell of magic shot forward creating a temporary vacuum as it surged forward sucking in and discing anything in front of it until it met with the first unfortunate Ant that finally made contact with it.
<span style="font-weight:400">In the instant the ball made physical contact a deafening boom rocked the area, throwing earth and ants in all directions.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake immediately took position in a sprinter’s pose, a ball of thunder materializing in front of him.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve always wanted to use this one,” he smiled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Oh god…”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Natto sighed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t ruin my fun!” Drake shouted, “<em><span style="font-weight:400">Gear, Second!”</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake roared his spell as the lightning disappeared and his hair and tattoos cascaded with brilliant yellow vibrance.
<span style="font-weight:400">The moment itpleted he was off, stepping forward as the ground underneath him crumbled from the force. Drake shot off like a fired gun a thunderous snap sounding as he roared forward following the devastation his spell had just caused as he ran straight for the enormous Hive entrance that towered over the area.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake ran through Tyrant and after Tyrant and, throwing one after the other to the side, or crushed them underfoot as he used every element at his disposal in its most minimalistic iteration to kill anything in his path to the entrance.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Move move move!!!” Drake shouted as he chuckled, happy to finally fight monsters again.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Are you enjoying this?” </em><span style="font-weight:400">Natto asked, concerned.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe a little bit, why?” Drake asked back.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">You do realize you used to appall killing, do you not? You are changing once again, and not in a way I thought you wished,”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Natto stated.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake flinched slightly at her pointing it out. But she was right, Drake had never before enjoyed battle. The growth of his stats sure, but killing in general? He didn’t have a taste for it. When was it that he changed? Was it the stones, or maybe the levels that he gained. Or was it something deeper inside him, that feeling that had been gnawing at him since his fight with the King.
<span style="font-weight:400">Was there something more going on, something like what was happening with Bjorn.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake wasn’t sure and apparently, even Natto wasn’t either.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t know. But I can’t worry about it right now,” Drake deflected, “These ants might be small fry, but you never know when the big fish are going toe out. I have to stay alert, so that’s just something we’ll have to deal with when we cross that bridge.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake rapidly closed in on the Hive, his speed unmatchable by the ants he was trampling on. Before many of them could even react he was able to dismember or crush them underfoot. And those that did even put up the slightest fight, were silenced by a following barrage of spells that left no room for them to even retaliate against him.
<span style="font-weight:400">He was a fox in a hen house, and there was nothing they could do to stop him.
<span style="font-weight:400">Within seconds he transversed the area reaching the first entrance on his list.
<span style="font-weight:400">ncing at his status, he had resources to spare.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Good, now just a little bit of fireworks and we’ll be out of…..” Drake trailed off as he began hearing loud thumpinging from inside the entrance.
<span style="font-weight:400">He had cleared the opening of the hill but wasn’t close enough to enter just yet. Drake stood and watch as he saw and felt the rubble move with what he quickly assumed to be something moving.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake looked over his shoulder and certainly saw other Tyrant Ants moving about, but the sound waspletely out of sync with the noise.
<span style="font-weight:400">“This isn’t going to be a T-Rex-type deal, is it? I already had it with the Vampiric Ape, so I kinda have some PTSD about it….” Drake joked as he shivered in faux fear.
<span style="font-weight:400">He continued to wait and observe the opening in the hill as the steps became louder, the ground rumbling with more motion than he cared for.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Can it just hurry up ande out… I’d like to get to the part where we fight,” he sighed.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake’sment turned to hrity quickly when what popped out of the opening was the small head of an Ant, its beady eyes looking back and forth before it locked onto Drake. The mandibles on the monster clicking furiously.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Aweeeee, aren’t you just the cutest li- Ok you’re not so cute…” Drake amended as the walls of the hive began to fracture as the monster’s mouth began to chitter louder and faster.
<span style="font-weight:400">The monster was pushing against the entrance. And eventually pushed past it.
<strong>[Tyrant Ant Guardian Level 28 [F-Rank]</strong>
<strong>[New Subjugation Quest! Subjugate 5 Tyrant Ant Guardians [F-Rank]</strong>
<strong>[Reward: Experience. TP. Rare Skill Stone x5]</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s eyes and head followed the Ant as it pushed out of the entrance and began towering over him.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You know, thest guy who was taller than me ended ass up on the floor. Wait, that didn’t sound right… I killed him. I meant that I killed him, like with a spear and fire. Like pewpew” Drake said absentmindedly, miming with his fingers.
<span style="font-weight:400">The Guardian was anything but amused as its hulking figure stood nearly as tall as the Hive Hill. Its small head ring down, or what Drake could only take as a re, on top of its massive body.
<span style="font-weight:400">The Guardian Ant had six legs like the rest, but its thorax was many times the size of the others. And its front two legs were at least five timesrger than its remaining legs.
<span style="font-weight:400">But Drake didn’t fail to notice the smaller ants which were chirping behind it.
<strong>[Tyrant Ant Mender Level 20 [F-Rank]</strong>
<strong>[New Subjugation Quest! Subjugate 500 Tyrant Ant Menders [F-Rank]</strong>
<strong>[Reward: Experience. TP. Rare essory of Your Choice]</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake raised his brow at the name he identified but was interrupted in his thoughts by the loud screeching above him.
<span style="font-weight:400">Looking back up at the massive insect, its front legs were raised in a motion toe down on Drake.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake scoffed and stepped forward, the sound of the Monster''s legs crashing into the ground booming behind him as he moved in front of them through the first Mender he came in contact with.
<span style="font-weight:400">Like before the moment he did, the insides and wonderful juices sttered and covered him.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ugh! This shit feels…Wait, it feels good?” Drake said confused, holding his hands up.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake expected to be a sticky mess of disgusting innards and fluids once more but instead was met with a soothing feeling from the fluid instead.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wait, Mender right?” Drake thought, pointing at the remaining nine in front of him, then looked behind him, “Guardian,” he said putting the two together.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">He has solved the mystery! Hooray!”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Natto shouted sarcastically.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, I learn,” Drake scoffed, turning back and quickly killing the surrounding Menders before the Guardian could turn its hulking body to defend them, “See? Killed the healers first this time. Learning,” Drake stated proudly.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Impressed with yourself are you?”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Natto snickered.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Always,” Drake smirked under his mask.
<span style="font-weight:400">He turned to meet the Guardian Ant, the monster now noticing that its support had been killed in less than a few seconds. It shrieked in frustration as it reared back its legs again.
<span style="font-weight:400">“See that’s why you always protect the healers,” Drake chided the monster, summoning a ball of fire that quickly disappeared as his hair and tattoos shimmered to a crimson-red glow.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake looked up, ready to meet the monster with his own punch.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Heretical Attunement, Fire,”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake changed winding back his own fist another ball of fire entering his vision, “<em><span style="font-weight:400">Normal Series, Normal Punch.”</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake threw his fist forward through the ball of fire as it wrapped around his fist, meeting the two legs of the Giant Guardian Ant in a collision of power.
<span style="font-weight:400">Both connected for only an instant in what could only be called an excuse for a battle of power.
<span style="font-weight:400">The Ant stood no chance against Drake’s overblow status and subsequent buffs he had ced on himself.
<span style="font-weight:400">In the fraction of a second that their fist -and also legs- connected, Drake had overwhelmed the Ant, blowing its legs clean off, and punching a hole right into the thorax of the monster.
<strong>[You have subjugated Tyrant Ant Guardian Level 28 [F-Rank] [Experience Awarded, 100,000 TP Awarded]</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">You call that a normal punch…?”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Natto sighed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“If it’s good enough for a man in a mustard-colored leotard. It’s good enough for me,” Drake said,ughing loudly.