Chapter 299: Jungle Fever
<span style="font-weight:400">“You know!” Drake huffed, “This isn’t what I was expecting when I saw the next part of the quest! Why! Why do animals always want to kill me!?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake sprinted as fast as his body was able without his usual skills through the dense jungle, bobbing and weaving through vines, brush, andrge twisted trunks of trees. Doing his best to put distance between him and his pursuers.
<span style="font-weight:400">He looked over his shoulder to see a golden lion or tiger or bear. Oh my. Drake wasn’t sure of which since he never had a chance to get a good look at it before he was in mortal danger as it charged him, hoping for a quick meal.
<span style="font-weight:400">“And if that wasn’t bad, I’m stuck with you two instead of Natto!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You should just give up and let it eat you,” Mir’phyra giggled, “If you die, I’m quite sure I will be allowed to leave this wretched ce.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ok!” Drake shouted ducking under a hanging branch, “You were the first name on my shit list, but now! Nowdy! You are getting a shiny new star next to your name!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why are you conversing with this treacherous Dragon! And why are you running!? You shoulda face the beast like a true Asuran!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake scoffed, looking at the other unfortunatepanion he now had since the scenery change, his younger self.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve never hit a kid before, but I’m this close to knocking you the fuck out! Do you see this?!” Drake pointed to his left arm, four red scabbing marks running down it, “That’s from that golden terror back there. And that was when there was only one of them! I don’t know if you’ve noticed but there''s four of those assholes chasing us.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Those are good odds for a pure blooded Asuran! I could kill those monsters right now! How have you be so weak?!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Mir’phyraughed, “I am bing quite fond of younger you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Cram it! You aren’t helping!” Drake snapped.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Was I meant to?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s breath was bing rougher and rougher as he ran, only ncing over his shoulder now and then to see if he was still being followed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Isn’t the difficulty too hard!? It’s been a whole week in this ce and my ss skills are locked because I haven’t killed anything, and I can’t unlock them because, <i><span style="font-weight:400">I CAN”T KILL ANYTHING!!” </i><span style="font-weight:400">Drake yelled, “We haven’t seen any other people, I can’t find any skill stones to fill my empty branches and skills. This is as far up shit’s creek without a paddle I think I can get!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I did tell you that you would be doomed with your current status didn’t I?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not the time Smokey!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake jumped over a fallen tree, but was forced to slide down a small slope behind it. His body covered in dirt and debris as he tumbled down it only finallying to a stop as he sshed into a small stream.
<span style="font-weight:400">“OKAY! Jungles are officially on my list of ces I never want to go again! Everything is trying to kill me! It’s sticky, it’s hot, I have dirt and leaves in ces I didn’t know I had! I’ll take frozen wastnds over this!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Where is your Asuran pride? I had trained since I was old enough to walk to follow my family into battle one day. And… This is the result? What has happened?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Mir’phyra scoffed next to Drake as his eyes thinned into a re at his younger self.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah?” Drake grumbled, swiping his hand across his younger selve’s face, only to feel his hand pass through the boy’s head, “Susmaryosep! I can’t even hit him! What the hell is this Han Kol guy doing to me?!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Speak not of my father! He is like a God to our people! And you should show respect!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“God? The only simrities he has with God are that he’s perpetually absent.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s younger self recoiled slightly, unable to say different.
<span style="font-weight:400">“He might be your father which means…” Drake hesitated for a moment, “Which means he’s probably mine… But where was he huh? I saw what happened to Darri, Celine, your Mother. Why wasn’t he there if he’s so great?!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake was bing more heated, but was cut off by the sound of rustling leaves from the top of the slope.
<span style="font-weight:400">He grunted in irritation and dashed as quickly as he could across the stream.
<span style="font-weight:400">“A week… A whole week here and I’ve done nothing but get chased! I don’t have time for this!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake had to make up his mind. Did he bide his time until something in this Legacy Chamber changed, giving him some sort of direction as to unlock his skills and finally be able to progress. Or did he bet it all on fighting here with the very significant possibility of dying to a monster he couldn’t identify the level or Rank of thanks to his skills and abilities not working?
<span style="font-weight:400">He looked over his shoulder briefly but couldn’t see his pursuer. However, that didn’t shake the feeling that he was still being followed. It had felt like years since Drakest ran from a fight and he hated it.
<span style="font-weight:400">Not just the fact that he was unable to fight, but battling with the feeling of wanting to fight. The gnawing want to turn around and prove himself in a fight against something stronger than him was eating away at the back of his mind. Something instinctual was telling him toy it all on the line.
<span style="font-weight:400">His younger self’s words echoing in his mind.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">How long are you going to run?</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not running….” he muttered under his breath.
<span style="font-weight:400">But he was. Drake was running not only from the monsters chasing him, but the responsibility of his brother. The responsibility of being a leader to his city and giving justice for those families that lost their loved ones to Atticus.
<span style="font-weight:400">He shook his head, gritting his teeth, “I’m not running…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Has the boy broken finally? It is about time, I can finally leave here,” Mir’phyra sighed relieved.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Screw you,” Drake growled, skidding to a stop, “I don’t have my skills but I started out not knowing how to use my spells. And this time- this time, I have stats.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He looked around, seeing vines and branches of trees, bushes he could hide in. And a n began to form.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake ran to the tree, pulling on the vines and testing their strength, “They won''t do alone but if I just…”
<span style="font-weight:400">Twining the vines together quickly, Drake pulled on them again satisfied with their durability.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Now the unpleasant part….” he grimaced.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake looked at the tree, grinding the palm of his hand against it.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fuck this is harder because of my stats but,” Drake winced, but quickly turned to a pained smile, his palm leaving a red streak against the tree’s bark.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Good.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What are you doing?” his younger self asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’mying a trap kid, take some notes.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“A trap? That is no way for an Asuran to fight!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah well, I’m not an Asuran. Well I guess I am, but this is how I fight, so get used to it. Use everything you can to win, every tool at your disposal. You can onlyin while you still breath.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake began running with the vines in hand, his other rubbing against the trees every so often. He was unsure of how many monsters were following him now, but just like in the tutorial. It didn’t matter.
<span style="font-weight:400">He only needed to find one alone. Alone long enough for him to face it one on one.
<span style="font-weight:400">Stopping after a few minutes, Drake began to double back, again spreading his blood on the trunks of trees, seeing his health tick down only to regenerate back to full after a brief stretch of time.
<span style="font-weight:400">Satisfied he stopped, grimacing again but steeled himself. Gripping onto his forearm he dug his nails in, the puncture wounds oozing out significantly more blood at the base of the tree. Once there was a small puddle, Drake released his arm and let out a sharp breath.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You are mad…” his younger self said astonished.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Really? I find it quite amusing, he reminds me of Han in the early days…” Mir’phyra mused.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s younger self gave an unamused look at Mir’phyra as Drake climbed the tree, holding onto the end of the vine rope he ced around the puddle of blood. His hand had already begun to heal thanks to his stats even without a skill to help the regeneration.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Darri would never allow me to fight in such a way…” younger Drake muttered.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah well, maybe that’s why Darri is dead kid,” Drake said absentmindedly.
<span style="font-weight:400">There was no response as they waited for the monsters following Drake to catch up and hopefully fall into the trap. He looked over curious only to see his younger self biting down on his lower lip, tears welling up on the sides of his eyes.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake groaned slightly, realizing how insensitive he was being to his, well, himself.
<span style="font-weight:400">He had forgotten that this version of himself was still barely a teenager. Drake wasn’t sure what that meant for a Primordial race, but he was still a young kid and hisst memory from what Drake gathered was of his entire falling to the High Lich Vandielu.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Look kid. I didn’t mean to say… I’m sure Darri is fine. Your brother, I mean… Our brother was really strong right?” he said, trying to console his younger self, even while struggling to admit Darri was his brother.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake wasn’t still convinced of anything, still unsure if this whole quest was some long con by Mir’phyra or some other person, but there had always been a soft spot for kids in his heart.
<span style="font-weight:400">The rustling of leaves forced Drake’s attention back to the moment, the low snarling of a beast emerging from the bushes beyond.
<span style="font-weight:400">A brief momentter the shining golden fur of a monster protruded from the brush, two elongated fangs curving down and out of the monster’s mouth.
<span style="font-weight:400">This was the first time Drake had the chance to really look at the monster. Sleek golden fur covering its entire body with two sun-like eyes slowly observing back and forth as its nose stuck up in the air.
<span style="font-weight:400">But Drake’s eyes kept going back to the two serrated fangs going well past its mouth like a sabertooth.
<span style="font-weight:400">The monster crept forward cautiously, the sound of it breathing in the airing in short sniffs. It finally found the puddle of blood, its lips curling in distaste and disappointment, one leg inside the vine rope trap.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">It’s now or never!</i><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake shouted internally, yanking on the rope and jumping down off the branch.
<span style="font-weight:400">The monster yelped in surprise, its leg caught in the rope as it was pulled upward, its whole body iling in an attempt to get free.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake quickly tied the end of the rope to whatever he could find sturdy enough to hold the beast.
<span style="font-weight:400">He reared back his fist willing his Martial Skill to activate like normal, only to click his tongue when not only the skill but the normal sensation of his spirit tattoos failed to activate.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll just have to use brute force to beat the shit out of you!” he roared.
<span style="font-weight:400">Throwing the fist, it connected with the monster’s golden fur only to give a dull impact.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake bit back a groan as he felt like he had just punched a steel beam. But he had no time toin, the struggling monster quickly began to tear at the rope, doing its best to angle its way to sessfully swipe at the vines.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh no you don’t! <i><span style="font-weight:400">My fingers like arrows! My arms are like iron!</i><span style="font-weight:400">”
<span style="font-weight:400">Trying to cast a spell, he cursed at the habit when nothing activated once again, but still brought his hand and fingers to a point. Hoping desperately that his stats would back up his efforts.
<span style="font-weight:400">Throwing his spear-like hand into the monster again, he grunted with effort trying to prate the monster’s tough hide that seemed to be made from steel.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Just die already!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake howled, winding up another stab with his hand, however just as he threw it forward the sound of the vines snapping were apanied with searing pain.
<span style="font-weight:400">The monster’s ws ripped through the vines, swiping down as they tore through Drake’s left shoulder.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake retreated backward, nursing his shoulder with his right hand.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Damn thing isn’t a low level E-Rank! With my stats I should at least be able to hurt it!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Mir’phyra scoffed next to him, watching the fightpletely entertained.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What’s so funny?!” Drake scowled, his eyes darting around for anything he could use.
<span style="font-weight:400">The monster lunged forward with both arms and swiped down only to tumble over itself after Drake dodged, the monster tripping over the remaining vines still attached around it’s leg.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Of course it isn’t a normal E-Rank. It wouldn’t be sporting to have just regr monsters training cattle,” she snickered.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake looked to his younger self for answers but he shook his head.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I do not know what monster this is,” his younger self answered.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I thought you were trained from birth!” Drake snapped, his hands going around the trunk of a small tree.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I was trained to fight. I had not gotten to learning monster ecology of others yet!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Some help you are!” Drake grunted in effort, a vein popping out of the side of his head as he pulled with all his strength on the tree.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Bjorn, I’m taking a page out of your book, you red headed behemoth!!”
<span style="font-weight:400">The monster got up once again snarling in irritation as its fangs and ws began to glow a verdant green.
<span style="font-weight:400">It lunged forward at Drake, closing the distance faster than before. Drake struggled with the tree for a fraction of a second longer allowing the monster to swipe at his back.
<span style="font-weight:400">He screamed in pain but managed to separate the tree from its home in the ground, swinging it up and close lining the monster in the side of the skull.
<span style="font-weight:400">The monster yelped in pain, thrown to the side and skidding against the ground as it broke through bushes, fallen branches, vines, and logs.
<span style="font-weight:400">However the monster had not perished just yet. Shakily getting to its feet Drake cursed and looked at the broken tree in his arms.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Stupid tree, stupid golden tiger, lion, bear thing!”
<span style="font-weight:400">He scoured the area looking for something else to use and suddenly stopped his gaze on an elongated fang at his feet, still dripping a small amount of blood from the broken cavity.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s blow had managed to break one of the monster’s long fangs.
<span style="font-weight:400">He scrambled for it, dropping the tree in his hands and grabbing the fang like a dagger in his working right hand.
<span style="font-weight:400">The monster had barely recovered as Drake moved to pounce on the creature, barreling down on the golden beast with its own fang. Again and again.
<b>[You have subjugated Sun Touched Lion Level 34 [E-Rank] [Temporary Experience earned.]</b>
<b>[Experience has been stored.]</b>
<b>[Congrattions, you have reached level 31 Weakened Magic Tempered Asuran Initiate] [50 FP has been awarded]</b>
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake roared in triumph, heaving haggard breaths when more notifications poured in.
<b>[You have reimed a small portion of your Asuran heritage. +100 points to all stats for your temporary vessel.]</b>
<b>[You now have ess to your Main ss Skills and Subss Branches.]</b>
<b>[You now have ess to your temporary vessel’s inventory.]</b>
<b>[You have received Title: Tooth For A Tooth]</b>
<b>Tooth For A Tooth</b>
<ul>
<li><b>You have killed a Sun Touched Lion with its own fang. Unusual but effective. +5% Damage to Beasts.</b></li>
</ul>
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake, distracted by his victory and the flood of system messages, couldn''t notice the snarling beast lunging for him until thest second. Another Sun Touched Lion’s maw was mere inches from his face, long fangs moments from embracing his face when the monster was caught mid-air by something and then impaled on a nearby tree..
<span style="font-weight:400">He held his breath, the image and sound of the jaws snapping shut like a steel trap closing on itself shed in Drake’s mind. Realizing just how close he was to dying again.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s head turned to the beast on the tree, blood running down the trunk.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I told you I smelled blood Gnobin,” a voice said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What’s this? We got another deserter ying in the woods?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Just report the idiot and let’s get going. If we’re out here for too long it will be our asses.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake turned toward the voices seeing people walk out of the brush. Some dragged simr looking monsters alongside them.
<span style="font-weight:400">He was amazed to see what the people looked like. Some with blue skin, some with tanned red skin. There were beastmen who looked like Leon, however they were covered in fur from head to toe. They all wore simr ragged clothing, green vests, pieces of scratched armor covering their forearms and calves almost looking like a modern rendition of a roman soldier.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Cattle…</i><span style="font-weight:400">” Mir’phira groaned in disgust.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t know these races,” his younger self added, “They are not purebloods. They are not even half bloods.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“So what are we going to do about him? He looks half dead already,” one of the men said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah just kill him, we get the coin for every deserter’s head we get anyway.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“How we split it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Flip a coin.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Just don''t give Kuuwei his share, he’s going to lose it at shardster anyway!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Laughter filled the area and Drake rose from on top of the Sun Touched Lion, the fang still in his hand, ready to fight.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh! We got a fighter! Who’s cing bets?”
<span style="font-weight:400">But a softer voice came from behind the men. Despite the soft tone it silenced theughing and the banter.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Enough.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”
<span style="font-weight:400">Walking through the group of men a slightly shorter man moved in front, looking back at Drake with blood red eyes, long ears, and green hair.
<span style="font-weight:400">He stopped in front of Drake, just a food between them with not a care in the world. As if he didn’t see Drake as a threat.
<span style="font-weight:400">The man looked Drake up and down before speaking again.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t know you. What is your name?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake didn’t speak.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oi, Tan asked you a question.”
<span style="font-weight:400">A man behind Tan spoke up, pulling arge sword from his back.
<span style="font-weight:400">He still didn’t answer.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Take him. We won’t be killing anyone today. We need all the bodies we can get…” Tan sighed.
<span style="font-weight:400">The men behind Tan all chuckled and smiled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You heard the man Goldilocks, looks like you just got re-drafted!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake braced himself to fight, putting up his guard. But he was flung forward his vision darkening.