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Chapter 211: Eye for an Eye

    Chapter 211: Eye for an Eye


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake righted himself unsteadily on the floor, his body drenched in sweat as he coughed, trying his best to gasp for breath despite the spittle trailing from his mouth.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“W-what is happening… T-to me?!” he croaked, wiping his mouth.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He felt Natto’s hand on his back but didn’t turn still unsure of what was going on.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I am sorry Drake… I- I could not tell you due to my restrictions, but now that this has happened,” she began, “After you had been turned into an Asuran, you were fated to be thest.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Y-you knew…?” Drake stammered.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I am cognizant of nearly everything in the multiverse due to being an Assistant. But restrictions ced on me due to my rank prevent me from telling you too much. I am truly sorry… I can only advise you to be careful and reach level 30 as fast as possible. If you are unable to before the protection on this system is removed and C-Rank entities and higher are allowed to interact with it. You, as well as this, will be ced in insurmountable danger. So much so that I am certain you will not be able to survive it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake gripped at the hem of his clothes. He knew Natto didn’t mean to scare him. But he also could tell she was tiptoeing around the truth of something.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">Damned system restrictions!</i><span style="font-weight:400"> He cursed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Won’t you tell me the rest?” he asked, finally able to steady his breathing.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I can not. The punishment from the system is not a trivial matter for us at the moment. Certainly, even the punishment of the Dragon Matriarch will not be lenient, but the punishment that would befall <i><span style="font-weight:400">us</i><span style="font-weight:400">? It is not something we could withstand at our current Rank. I am sorry,” she said reluctantly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake bit his bottom lip, trying to think of any question that he could ask that Natto would be allowed to answer for him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The quest…” Drake began, then eyed the leaning Pythanuel who looked over at him with interest.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake stopped himself from asking at the moment, instead standing up and dusting himself off.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve caused you some trouble. Sorry about that,” he said, giving a wry grin.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nothing of the sort, Lord Wallen. I look forward to seeing how you will ce your mark on this universe…” Pythanuel said with a buck-toothed smile.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake gave a quick nod, turning away with Natto hopping on his shoulder looking concerned but silent.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I still have questions, Natto,” he whispered.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Natto nodded, merging with him.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">The quest. It said I was a legacy what does it mean by that?</i><span style="font-weight:400"> He asked in his mind.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">A legacy…” </i><span style="font-weight:400">Natto repeated seemingly mulling over the words for a moment, “<i><span style="font-weight:400">A legacy would mean you have been entrusted with thest will of a high-ranking being. But why the leader of the Asurans would do so is beyond me. If anything it is only putting you in more danger…”</i>


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">How so?</i><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake questioned, leaving the church.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">A legacy entails a chain of quests that are extremely dangerous and well beyond the required level of said quests. There is little information on them as it stands and even less that I can tell you…” </i><span style="font-weight:400">she said softly trailing off,<i><span style="font-weight:400"> “But there is always a substantial reward for finishing the questline. What a Primordial could offer, I can only imagine.”</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake wasn’t satisfied with the answer but he couldn’t think of anything else to ask if she was already restricted from answering.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Drake.”</i>


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">What?</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">There is a matter… that needs your attention</i><span style="font-weight:400">,” she said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake raised a brow, hearing the venom in her voice suddenly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Make your way to the North Gate.”</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Without questioning it he nodded, his mind was still going in circles as he tried to process what had just happened to him and how it would affect him in the future. Walking in the direction he opened his status briefly, wanting to examine the new titles he received.


    <b>[Race Representative]</b>


    <ul>


    <li><b>You are now the strongest in your race and as such are the face of your species.</b></li>


    </ul>


    <ul>


    <li>You now gain 10% of all offerings given in tribute to you.</li>


    </ul>


    <ul>


    <li>Your Deity Statue now blesses worshipers with an overall increase of 10 to all stats for 24 hours (Increases based on Rank and Nobility Rank)</li>


    </ul>


    <b>[The Last Asuran]</b>


    <ul>


    <li><b>Your race has been beaten and hunted. You are thest of your glorious heritage and must survive the storm until the former prestige of your bloodline has been restored.</b></li>


    </ul>


    <ul>


    <li>+100 to all Stats</li>


    </ul>


    <ul>


    <li>Increased potency of reproduction.</li>


    </ul>


    <b>[Strength of a Race]</b>


    <ul>


    <li><b>Last of your prideful line, the road you must take is long and perilous. Blessed by thest War God of the era you shall reign supreme despite it all.</b></li>


    </ul>


    <ul>


    <li>Channeling the strength of the proud Asuran line your strength and prowess grows by leaps and bounds.</li>


    </ul>


    <ul>


    <li>+50 Free points given per Level.</li>


    </ul>


    <b>[Legacy Holder]</b>


    <ul>


    <li><b>Locked.</b></li>


    </ul>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake whistled as he saw the descriptions. He wasn’t exactly a fan of some of the foreboding wording of the titles but the status increases were very much weed. They were thergest increase he had gotten in a while.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Of course, the best one is probably locked…But if nothing else I can’tin about the stats,” he sighed, scratching his cheek.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Drake, you will need to hurry, it is growing too much for the guard to deal with at the moment,”</i><span style="font-weight:400"> Natto said urgently.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He snapped out of his thoughts, his hair turning to a vibrant yellow as he stepped forward. Traversing the distance in mere seconds he arrived at the North Gate he had just made this morning.


    <span style="font-weight:400">What hit his ears was the shrill screaming of a group on the other side, followed by a worried voice.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What the fuck do you mean I have to wait to go in?! What’s a filthy lesser race even doing at a gate to a city! You should be in fucking shackles just like the rest!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“S-sir… Please calm down and wait a moment, the Patriarch will be here quickly.”


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">Rvul…?</i><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake thought now recognizing the voice.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Walking through the opened gate Drake saw the man, shouting incredulously at Rvul who was holding up his hands trying to calm the man.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rvul turned around noticing Drake exit the town, “Patriarch!” he said with relief.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What’s going on here, Rvul?” Drake asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“This man here would like to enter our town but…” he said looking behind the man.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake understood immediately as he saw the long line of chained people behind him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The man scowled looking Drake up and down.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Who the hell are you!? Let me the fuck in already! I was told there was an Auction house here and I want to sell my <i><span style="font-weight:400">wares</i><span style="font-weight:400">,” the man smiled snidely.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s brow twitched hearing the man treat these people as objects. shes of the tutorialing to mind. He saw in the people’s faces the same dismal expressions. Those same expressions that he had seen of the captured humans when the Goblins paraded them around.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">ire…</i><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake thought, the face of someone he loved passing through his mind.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He studied the line of people for one more brief moment. They were in rags, obviously stripped down and emaciated on purpose to keep them weak. But there were a pair of beastmen slightly down the line who were in an even more miserable state.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A girl, about the age of Charlotte, had her eyes wrapped in bloody bandages. Next to her was a boy of around the same age, his mouth wrapped shut, but even despite his weakened state, his eyes were fierce as they caught Drake’s.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake looked at the man or better named ve trader.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">This guy has far too many people to have been able to do this alone. </i><span style="font-weight:400">He thought, identifying the man.


    <b>[Kermit te Level 11]</b>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake spat inwardly seeing his level, identifying some of the ves.


    <b>[Marrabell Dune Level 13]</b>


    <b>[Charle Dunster Level 12]</b>


    <b>[Clotho Pagos Level 10]</b>


    <b>[Atropos Pagos Level 10]</b>


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">Many of the people he''s holding are his or above his level. He has to be in league with other people. I just can’t see him being able to fight well enough to capture these people…</i><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake thought, once again looking over the somewhat portly man.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">What is it you n to do, Drake?”</i><span style="font-weight:400"> Natto asked.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">I n on getting some information out of him. It seems Mikhail is thinking ahead.</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You were? Well, you would be correct!” Drake said in a light tone, “My, these people seem a bit malnourished though?” he said, spreading out his arms, then pointing to the pair he saw earlier, “Especially these two, they seem rather ragged. You can’t hope to auction such damaged goods.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The man scoffed at the jab, “They’ll sell just fine! I’ve sold worse to those lunatics at Purity. Those two will sell well, I guarantee it! The girl has an epic ss and the boy has a rare ss after all!” he said, defending himself.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see…” Drake said looking back at the pair, noticing now that they were some type of dog or wolf people.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The girl’s ears twitched at Drake’s every word, her shoulders shaking slightly. The boy however began ring more at him, moving to cover the girl.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“These are the only ones you have?” Drake asked leadingly, feigning his enthusiasm.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The man guffawed, “Of course not!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake hummed with interest, but not from the prospect of buying other ves as the man seemed to have assumed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What exactly was done to these two?” Drake asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Them?” the man said smiling, thinking Drake was cut from the same cloth, “The girl kept giving us defiant res so we fixed that,” he said with pride, “We let the boy keep his just because it reminds him what might happen if he should do anything, but he kept yapping so,” the man grinned, “We took out his tongue!” he guffawed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s eyes turned to points from unbridled anger, but somehow due to what he had just gone through himself, he held back his growl, walking closer to the pair.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The boy saw the emotion in Drake’s face and went stiff as a board, but held his ground.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake ced his hand on the boy’s neck, his hand tracing the metal cor that seemed to be imbued with a spell. Then he looked at the girl, surprised to see her somehow looking at him following his face through her bandages.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">Can she see me? I see… she has a mana-sensing skill or is it a part of her epic ss?</i><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake thought.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">It is unusual but certain mana-sensing skills can manifest as a 2nd sight, there is also the possibility that she is naturally gifted. Do you remember when you first awakened to your own magic sight? Think of it as a stronger version of such, a truly remarkable skill,” </i><span style="font-weight:400">Natto informed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’ve both been through a lot haven’t you…” Drake whispered, his fierce gaze turning soft and sorrowful.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What did you say?! You ganna let me in now damn it or buy them?” the man spat, suddenly growing impatient.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake ignored him looking at the pair, “Who is he to you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The girl Atropos hesitated but whispered, “M-my brother… he’s my brother…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake leaned back, his decision made.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You said we? Where are you from? I’d love to see your full inventory,” Drake asked not turning.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh..! That’s great to hear! But our ves are expensive after all!” the man said, pinching his fingers together greedily.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake summoned the few hundred F-Grade Coins he had on his person, summoning a handful of Rare Skill stones as well, throwing them to the ground for the man to see.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ohhhh!!” the man said with glee running and dropping to a knee to inspect the stones and coins.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Where? What is the name of the town?” Drake asked again, still only looking at the pair.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, of course! It’s a town to the north, Sandal!” he said jubntly, his hand reaching for the treasure on the ground, only to freeze.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see,” Drake said icily, his aura bubbling as both his hands went to the cors of the brother and sister, “Then, I’ll have to give them a visit won’t I?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The man, still frozen, began to sweat and choke, his face a twisted emotion of fear and confusion. He looked upwards at Drake’s back only to see him turn, in his hands the broken cors snapping with mana. The same cors that were supposed to be around the siblings'' necks.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The man tried to gasp for air that wouldn’te, his face beginning to pale as his eyes found Drake’s face, only to be stricken with a level of fear he had never felt before. Not in his life, nor the tutorial that was filled with horrors, life and death struggles, and monsters.


    <span style="font-weight:400">What stood in front of him was raw fury that sent him into a pit of despair. In Drake’s eyes, the man could see exactly what Drake was thinking. Drake wasn’t looking at him like he was a human or monster. No, Drake looked at the man as if he was less than dirt, some sort of bug or annoyance that needed to be crushed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s voice finally reached the choking man, “Don’t go dying just yet,” he said, “You’ve caught me in a very bad mood and well… I can’t have you dying without suffering just as much as they have. To do this to children…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The man couldn’t understand what happened, his vision had suddenly turned pitch-ck. Then a sudden pain struck his eyes as his hands went to his face feeling a warm liquid.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He tried to scream but his voice failed him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The man gasped, his breath returning as he wretched forward, his mouth cracking open wide only to feel a searing heat that quickly turned to a frigid cold.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He tried to scream again, but he couldn’t open his mouth now. His hands moved to his mouth feeling a cold ss-like material there instead of his mouth.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Suffer in regret. But don’t worry, you won’t have to wait long until I send your disgusting friends to meet you.”
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