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Chapter 252: Planning a Quick Return

    Chapter 252: nning a Quick Return


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s arm fell to his side with the strike, his body crumbling to one knee as he gasped,pletely spent.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He looked at the monster lying on the street in two massive pieces with a troubled almost sorrowful expression.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Swinging his legs from under himself he sat forward heaving a breath as his hair returned from its golden hue to his natural ck then to a serene blue.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He heard the hurried footsteps of people behind him but he just continued to calm his breathing looking over his status while he contemted what to do next after the realization of what had just happened.


    <b>[Drake Wallen]</b>


    <b>[Race: Asuran] [F-Rank]</b>


    <b>[Profession: Miner P5(0%)[F-Rank], Jeweler P5(0%)[F-Rank]</b>


    <b>[Elemental Miller] [Unique] Level 28</b>


    <b>[Vitality] 809 (20+ 215%)</b>


    <b>[Strength] 935 (100 +15%)</b>


    <b>[Dexterity] 765 (95 + 25%)</b>


    <b>[Intelligence] 1237 (95+20%)</b>


    <b>[Wisdom] 861 (30 + 220%)</b>


    <b>[Endurance] 656 (95 + 230%)</b>


    <b>[Free Points] 140</b>


    <b>[Titles]</b>


    <b>…</b>


    <b>Dawning of a Tyrant II, Hated by Many, The Awe of Many, Bounty, First Completionist, Top 3, Top 1, One of Four, yer of the West, Fledgling Ruler, Baron, Catalyst of the Capital, One of Four</b>


    <span style="font-weight:400">While still racking his mind on where to go, he would be remiss not to appreciate how much his stats had jumped with just one level and with the added benefit, if it could be called that, of being thest of his race bringing in an extra 100 free points to use.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake quickly ced his points into Strength and Dexterity, 100 and 40 into each respectively, rounding his Strength to 1035, and Dexterity to 805. Not wanting to wait to increase his strength.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Despite winning thest fight, it had drained himpletely of his skill cooldowns and without help from using a potion mid-fight, he would have been in serious trouble.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What were those things?” Charlotte asked, walking up to the severed body.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Patriarch, are you alright?” Sah Ul asked, kneeling down next to him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Always a spectacle with you isn’t it bro?” Bjorn said, his words yful, but his face anything but.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m fine,” Drake said both stiff and short, “I’m not exactly proud of that fight, it was sloppy to say the least… You said their stats kept changing do you know why Bjorn?” he asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I couldn’t say, I’ve never seen anything like these before,” Bjorn answered walking up to the body next to Charlotte.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“They’re pieces of people…” Drake said hesitantly, “That’s why. I’m not sure what is going on but I think these are some kind of monsters made by the vampires, specifically to fight me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You?” Landin asked, slipping on a t-shirt as he walked up behind Drake.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“They only went for me. They could have easily went for the house filled with people and children, but instead only targeted me,” Drake nodded.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But who would want to attack you, Lord Drake?” Atropos asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Anyone with the desire to take over the world? Or just has a personal grudge maybe?” Bjorn spected out loud, “Drake, this thing doesn’t have a core. I think you may be right about it being made from people…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Lucium, can you tell us anything about this?” Drake asked, gathering himself as he stood.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I apologize sir, but I have no knowledge of such monsters. My best guess is that they are some form of ritual magic of the undead,” Lucium answered, rolling Mordred closer.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake frowned deeply looking at the body.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sah Ul’ stood close, her ax drawn. The others also subtly formed around Drake, unsure if he was battle-ready after the fight.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m fine,” Drake reassured, walking up to the monster himself, “No skill stone, no core… No spatial bags either. Bjorn, you said something about the town leader not being the best…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Bjorn frowned, “I said he waszy, yeah, but bro. I don’t think he would do this…” he said warily.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake took a deep breath and looked at Bjorn, “He allowed monsters of this level to just storm into his city and fight me in front of my childhood home. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Even if</i><span style="font-weight:400"> he isn’t responsible for this depraved ritual or whatever you can call such a disgusting practice. He better pony up some goddamn answers.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Bjorn gave a solemn nod,” I can agree with that. I’lle with you, I know where he is.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s expression softened a little, “Thanks,” he then turned to Charlotte, “Get everyone cleaned up and ready to go within the hour. We don’t know if there are more of theseing or not. When we return we make for ReUnite. These problems… I can’t ignore them any longer.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Charlotte turned and nodded, making for the house.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Lord Drake…” Atropos said, pointing to the body of the Ambush Amalgamation strewn against the fence, or at least what remained of the upper half, “I know the face of this monster…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Atropos covered her mouth but refused to look away as Drake made his way to her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“This is a girl from the city that was enved with us… She was also a beastkin, I believe her name was Hera…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake grimaced, unable to hide his frustration.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Had he waited too long to deal with these problems? Was Sandal connected to the undead and vampires?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see,” was all that Drake answered with, three circles of crimson sparking to life and setting ame the corpses, turning them into piles of grey ash.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">That settles it. Sandal is the first clue. After that, we have to find where these vampires are located. </i><span style="font-weight:400">Drake thought. <i><span style="font-weight:400">I need to go back and talk to Natto. This entire group needs to be outfitted correctly, filled out, and ready to fight. If they can send these kinds of things after me, it worries me what might be aimed at the city.</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Turning back to Bjorn, Sah Ul’ hot on his tail not allowing him to go even a few inches in any direction without her. He gave him a nod.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As the three left, the screaming of his mother opening the door and seeing the aftermath sent a shiver down Drake’s spine that even the fearsome monsters he had just faced couldn’t wishpare to.


    <span style="font-weight:400">—------------


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So what’s up with this city leader?” Drake asked, slowing down to a casual run now that they were away from the Filipino reincarnate of punishment and anger itself.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“About as much as you do bro,” Bjorn shrugged pointing down the street, “His house is there, he used to be a politician or something, but from what the other people in the city say. He’s a prettyzy dude.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hard working enough to get an anchoring crystal butzy enough to let three undead E-Ranks into his city?” Dake scoffed incredulously, “Not sure if I buy that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Bjorn frowned, “You think he’s working with the undead?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake shrugged yfully but his eyes were cold, “Maybe, but we’re going to find out.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Nothing out of the ordinary happened leading up to the house. Sah Ul’, Bjorn and Drake arrived a few seconds after Bjorn had pointed it out.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake spread out his aura, making sure to cover the whole building in case the man tried to flee and knocked on the door.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes! Who is it…?” a childish voice asked from behind the door.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake raised a brow.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">A kid..?</i><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake thought.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But after a few moments, another voice answered the door.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Who is it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">This time it was a much older man asking.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m here to talk about your car’s extended warranty,” Drake smiled, but forced a cough when nudged by Bjorn, “I mean, I’m here to speak to the city lord.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Some hushed murmurs behind the door and sounds of scramblingter, “He is not at home! Please leave!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Guess we’re doing this the hard way,” Drake said, opening up a system window.


    <b>[Would you like to contest for Authority of Yundertown?]</b>


    <b>[Yes] [No]</b>


    <b>[Confirm?]</b>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake mentally ascended to the action and another prompt rang in his ears.


    <b>[Drake Wallen has challenged for control over town: Yundertown]</b>


    <b>[You have begun contesting for the Anchoring Crystal of Yundertown]</b>


    <b>[New City Quest! Bringing Down the House]</b>


    <ul>


    <li><b>Assert authority for contested town in one of three ways.</b></li>


    </ul>


    <ul>


    <li>Kill the city lord.</li>


    </ul>


    <ul>


    <li>Destroy and rece the current Anchoring Crystal</li>


    </ul>


    <ul>


    <li>Subjugate 90% of the current popce.</li>


    </ul>


    <ul>


    <li>Reward: Control over Yundertown and current sphere of influence.</li>


    </ul>


    <ul>


    <li>Additional Reward: 200 Nobility Points.</li>


    </ul>


    <span style="font-weight:400">His eyes widened slightly at that.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">That exins how Atticus is gaining so many points, he’s just conquering towns left and right.</i><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake realized.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The group heard shuffling and stumbling behind the door after Drake had dered war essentially on the town, but the door still didn’t open.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I hate to do this when there’s a kid in the house but…” Drake grimaced, motioning for Bjorn and Sah Ul’ to step back slightly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Back away from the door,” Drake shouted, cing his hand on the knob.


    <span style="font-weight:400">With a swift and calm twist, Drake wrenched the handle free and quickly pulled the entire door from its hinges.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh…” Bjorn said surprised.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What?” Drake asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, just expected a ‘here’s Johnny’ reference or something,” he shrugged, “Honestly. I’m kind of disappointed.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake shook his head, “I can be serious when I need to…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Throwing the door aside they walked through the doorway, at the base of a staircase an older man shielding a younger boy and girl, a woman at the top of the stairs beckoning the children up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A twisted knot formed in Drake’s stomach looking at the scene. Could he go through with what he came here to do?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Go away!” one of the kids yelled.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nathan! You and your sister go to your mother!” the man shouted pushing the kids up the stairs.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake held himself firm, trying his best not to hold up his hands in defeat or show his difort on his face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“From the notification, I’m guessing you know who I am?” Drake asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Y-yes… Please, leave my family. W-we can talk in my office.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake nodded, following the man without hesitation.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The house was rathervish as they traveled through it to the man’s office. Sprawling rooms with a tasteful modern design, far more spacious than Drake’s family house.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">Someone certainly hasn’t had to struggle…</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Finally, across the house, they came to a ‘small’ study at the other end, enough to entertain all three of themfortably.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“N-now… what is it y-you want?” the man said nervously.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake didn’t beat around the bush, “Why did you allow for those undead to enter your city?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The man froze, “I-i don’t know what you are speaking of. There are no monsters within the city l-limits. We only allow domesticated traveling beasts.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s eye twitched, “You already know that I’m also a city lord, no matter how zy’ you are, allowing monsters of that level inside to wreak havoc isn’t something that goes without notice.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sah Ul’ growled next to him, a small thread of aura leaking out.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“P-please! I don’t know what you are talking about! I have a family. Please!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And you think we don’t?” Drake said coldly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m sorry I don’t know anything!” the man shouted again, but his eyes darted to his desk, more specifically a drawer.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake moved to the desk, sliding it open. Inside he saw a crystal, one that looked exactly like themunication crystals he had received in the tutorial.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He grabbed it, quickly crushing it in his grip.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Now, enough of your stalling,” Drake sighed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I truly don’t know what monsters you are talking about,” the man insisted, even with Drake moving closer to intimidate him, “L-look! I told you where themunication crystal was! I-i had to do what they told me or they would have killed me and my family!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Who told you?” Bjorn asked from the side.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t know her name. But a man came one day, he told me just to turn a blind eye to people going missing and to the peopleing and going. If I did that he would make sure my family was safe and I would stay the city lord. I-i’m not the only one! A lot of cities in the area are doing this!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And you were just okay with that?” Drake asked bitterly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“W-what should I have done?!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake growled, “You shouldn’t have sold out the people in your city! You should have protected them! You sit herefortably while other humans are what? Kidnapped? Taken and sold to the highest bidder?! Used for experiments and rituals?! Do you even know what is going on, what happened to those people, to children?! The same age as your own son and daughter. Do you even have an inkling as to what is being done to them?!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">He had grown into a flurried string of insults, Drake’s hand crushing the desk that had contained themunication crystal into a mess of splintered wood.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The man shrieked and recoiled back, “What do you think I could have done!? I’m not even level 10! I’m not strong, I did what I had to to survive!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake moved very close this time, his aura tight and reigned in but the air was still somewhat icy and frigid.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You traded other families for your own. I get that. <i><span style="font-weight:400">But</i><span style="font-weight:400"> this time it was my family that was put in the middle. And I’m only going to tell you this once. If ites to mine or yours, or anyone god damn else''s. It’s mine <i><span style="font-weight:400">every</i><span style="font-weight:400"> time. So you better tell me something to keep from making your wife a widow and kids fatherless because my patience is wearing thin and I don’t have any more room to be forgiving.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I-i…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Anything!” Drake shouted his hand arcing to the side, a st of wind tearing the side of the wall to pieces, “Where did this womane from, the man?! Where did they take the people?!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Drake…” Bjorn said, grabbing his shoulder.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But Sah Ul’ grabbed Bjorn’s arm, “You may be the Patriarch’s friend, but you do well to stay your hand. If this was a Rahk matter alone, I would have skinned this pitiful man alive for threatening my family.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Bjorn released Drake and put his hands up in understanding, going back to the doorway.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake continued to stare at the man, his eyes hard.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I-i don’t know where they take them,” the man muttered, but quickly added, “But I do know where they go before that! All the cities are linked to it as a staging hub, i-it’s called Sandal!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s eyes flicked colors, “Again with that town,” he grimaced, turning to the door, “Gather your family, you areing with us. You are going to go under a contract <i><span style="font-weight:400">willingly</i><span style="font-weight:400">.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Y-you are going to take my family hostage?!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, I’m taking you hostage. They are just there so they don’t have to suffer for your stupidity! You are going to relinquish any right to this city. Do you know how many people are living here?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A few hundred at best. Mostly adventurers whoe and go for quests, why?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Good, then I won''t have to gather up anyone, they’ll be fine on their own. Once you give up the town, you have 15 minutes to be ready to leave.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The man nodded, albeit reluctantly a prompt hitting Drake’s notifications a momentter.


    <b>[You have gained control over town: Yundertown]</b>


    <b>[You have gained ess to Yundertown’s Anchoring Crystal] [F-Rank]</b>


    <b>[Quest Complete! Bringing the House Down]</b>


    <b>[200 Nobility Points have been awarded]</b>


    <b>[You have now increased the towns under your control to two]</b>


    <b>[New title awarded: The Warpath]</b>


    <b>[The Warpath]</b>


    <ul>


    <li><b>You have begun your journey of conquest.</b></li>


    </ul>


    <ul>


    <li>+1% to Experience Gained by those within your domain.</li>


    </ul>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake read over the notifications and new title but wasn’t pleased with it as much as he would have liked. With a sigh, he directed the man to leave the room first and made for the door himself with Bjorn and Sah Ul’.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You should have killed him,” Sah Ul’ sneered looking at the back of the man.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“He has kids,” Drake said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So do you Patriarch,” she replied.


    <span style="font-weight:400">His shoulders tensed. She was right.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was bing more and more apparent that what he said earlier was more aw of thend than his own moralpass.


    <span style="font-weight:400">If you don’t protect what was yours, sooner orter it belonged to someone else. Your life, family, town, anything and everything.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was a line in the sand he had to draw sooner rather thanter.
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