The Two Lives Of Aaron Wade: The Gamer The Heir - 176 The Final Trial II

I narrowed my eyes in anger as I used my hands to roughly grab hers, she was getting completely out of hand and I’m not one to be rough handled by anyone. My blood boiled in anger as class seemed to pop out of my own hands and my skin seemed to develop scales of their own.

{Dragon Commander Active}

I could feel her, like who and what she was, her very being. And then I unceremoniously dropped a mental pressure on top of it. She fell down hard to the ground, her knees digging into the surface of the Acheron, almost as if she was holding up the entire world or something like that. I didn’t even know I could do this, but it was a pretty neat ability to have. I moved my head to the side and her right hand raised up, to the left and her left arm went up, the I pulled back o. Whatever strings I was tugging and let her get back up to her feet.

“I’m sorry for my rough behavior your Highness, I had no more I was in front of one with a royal bloodline.” She said as she gave me a deep bow, I had no idea what she meant, but did I want to know? Not really. If it’s important it turn up eventually.

I inclined my head asking her to follow me as I made my way back into the ship. I got her some clothes, this time stealing a bit of Qitar’s before leading her to the engine room. The whole time she had kept a respectful distance from me, I wondered what was going through her mind right now, but then again I’m not sure I would even be half as accurate if I thought about it. Dragons had weird thought processes, they were prideful, arrogant, but incredibly respectful to people more powerful or higher ranked than them.

My previous experience with the dragon high priestess in Trident city of Atlantis, let me know that dragons we’re really humble to people ‘higher ranked’ than they were. But considering Dragons were at the top of existential ladder, with only immortals and godlike beings above them, it’s hard to imagine such etiquette and respect being given to toned races apart from themselves.

“The eggs within have just about three to four months left before they hatch, we hope to find a date place for them before then, which is part of the reason why we’re choosing to leave this planet as soon as possible. I already have a plan in place, but I guess the egg seed wouldn’t have any better protection than from another dragon, however I don’t trust you, so keep away for now.” I said to her as we moved into the engine room.. the rainbow colored egg seen was resting underneath the base of the floating Black Pearl, wisps of energy seemed to be seeping from the Pearl, nourishing the egg seed as the colors on it where very resplendent. The nameless wind dragon, with her very green hair, rushed past me and came to a stop when a black barrier showed up and blasted her backwards.

I caught her as she flew back, trying my possible best to ignored the very lithe and toned body in my arms. Qitar loved skin tight clothes, it was enough of a distraction on her own body, but on this dragoness, it was like asking for a disaster to happen. But she was not the only one surprised, the black Pearl was protecting the egg seed, and for a moment I felt something, like a consciousness, something that was very similar to Houki, giving off a feel of both a player and an AI, but I could be wrong, things did happen a bit too fast.

“I think the ship is telling you to watch from a distance and not be so threatening, what’s your beef anyway?” I asked her, my hands slowly inching towards my katana. And then she started crying.

“I’m sorry, it’s just been so long since I’ve seen that egg seed, I was amongst the thousands of mother’s who had to give their eggs up during the fall. I’ve been captivity since then, shuffle from one master to another in over four thousand years, I can feel them, my children, they’re in there.”

This super hot chick was a mom! Curious and even more curious! She’s a milf raised to the power of 4 thousand! She extricated herself from my hands and moved towards the egg seed again, I leaned back against the wall of the engine room, watching, just to see what would happen. However much to my disappointment, the Black Pearl didn’t throw her backwards into my arms again. It let her get close to the eggs, and I like to say we both watched as she cried her eyes out, I guess you could say I understood what she was feeling, I’m a father after all. I turned and left, giving her the privacy she needed.

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{Acheron Trick Quiver/Grade: Earth/ Hidden Grade: N/A}

{Explosive fire arrows: 200/ Slowing Water Arrows: 200/ Petrifying Earth Arrows: 200/ Piercing Wind Arrows: 200/ Blinding Light Arrows: 50/ Decaying Dark Arrows: 100/ Shocking Lightning Arrows: 200/ Poison Arrows: 50/ Tracking Arrows: 50/ Binding Thorn Arrows: 100}

{Acheron Twin Waves/Grade: Earth/ Hidden Grade: Heaven/ Damage: 60~100/ Rate Of Fire: 5 per second}

{Skill: Ion Pulse Blast: Release a blast of Ion Pulse after a 3 second charge for 100% of your total dexterity stat x2/ cost: 400 MP/range 200 meters/ cool down: 3 minutes}

{Skill 2: Combine: combine both handguns into a one handed semi-automatic Uzi. Damage: 30~70/ Rate Of Fire: 25 per second}

{These hand guns were made from the same technology as the Ion Pulse cannon. It’s practically a miniaturized version of it, capable of delivering the same matter dissolving blast and reaching a range that most sniper rifles would struggle to reach with startling accuracy.}

I’m guessing I also got an upgrade, I just wasn’t here to receive it. With this I guess we can cut Dinah’s punishment short, I was really giddy with excitement to try this out. She and Houki also stitched me a hood that was made from some chameleon like monster they hundred during the time I was offline. Safe to say it was awesome, especially with what it could do.

{Hood Of Many Colors/ Grade: Heaven/ Hidden Grade: N/A}

{Skill: New Look: Change the color scheme and design of whatever armor or clothes s person is wearing for a small cost of 10MP for a day. Also capable of hiding a player’s Information and can also be used as a Camouflage during battle.}

Guess I was ready to go turn Patmos upside down again, the only downside was the fact that I would be having an unwanted assistant. Dragon lady, now known to everyone here as Tiamat( is that some sort of foreshadowing, I’m not really sure) had made some sort of fancy oath, and now I have a Dragon Guard. A dragon guard that’s actually a dragon, how weird is that.

None the less we’ll both be making the flight to Patmos together in an old and very rickety airship that was nicely hidden in one corner of the holding area of the cargo ship. It was just fast enough to get us there in two days, or maybe three, but just in time to hopefully meet the deadline of the competition and cause a shit ton of problems for Patmosian royalty., And thinking about it, leaves me giddy with excitement, I really don’t like those guys, except maybe the princess.

Well it seems it was time for captain Seven to take a break and someone new to take the hell and go cause havoc, the possibilities of who I could be, and how much trouble I would cause. Time to go do what I do best, be me.

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The Ritual dome was a special place in Patmos, it was right on top of the crown of the tree of revelations, and had a dome made of thin leaf like membranes that sparkles whenever the days of the sun shine on top of it. But apart from that it was also an Arena, however not like the kind where the preliminary competition was carried out, in here there were only three people.

One was Martha, the young princess of Patmos, thing for a chance to be the first real king or queen of Patmos. This was the first time in thousands of years that anyone was able to get to the seventh ring trials, which meant that without a doubt a true monarch for the patmosian would come, and the city resting on the crown of the tree of revelations would finally be open.

So far they have been living within the trunk and on the branches of the tree of Revelations, the true city on it’s crown was locked tightly until a true ruler had appeared. The dome they were in now, was a part of the city, and this was the first time the ritual dome was open for any sort of activity, and the whole world watched with hated breaths.

Martha was going against her brother Morgan and his champion Locke; a dark haired green skinned elfin off with wings, and elf like ears. He wasn’t as lithe as elves, being both orc and part dragon means his body would be on the bulky side, however he wasn’t a hulking brute, but had the kind of body a woman would get lost in. This was her competition, and Martha was obviously very alone in this fight.

She was waiting for him, after he had left the competition she had kept a close watch on him In whatever way she could. She followed his exploits and Adventures, and knew without a doubt that she was right, he was a very remarkable person, completely unlike anything she’s ever seen. She had faith that he would be here with her, right besides her for this fight, but that faith was gradually turning to despair and the noon day sun slowly reached it’s peak.

The final trial would be between her champion and her brother’s, it was a test of leadership, to show how far their followers would go for their leader, how perceptive and eye they had for talent and if they could I slide true strength from the people who would follow them. But it looks like she would be failing this trial before she even got to start it.

“Well? Where the trash I’m supposed to murder, I have better things to do Morgan and your fucking sister is wasting my time!” Locke spoke out loud, not all caring that this was an event that was being televised across the entire world.

“My apologies esteemed master Locke, I have no idea what did of game my sister is playing. This is just ridiculous! Listen little sister if you don’t have a champion, if the one you chose was too much of a chicken to come fight his better, then just forfeit and save everyone the unnecessary stress.

You’re not fit for a throne little sister, you’re too soft and too damn weak! Glory and power of any sort is not something you deserve. After all, didn’t you kill our mother with your birth, there’s just too many bad omen and I’ll attuned to your very existence. And it would be better for everyone, most especially father and me if you just died and be Forgotten, like you never existed…..”

*Craaaasshhhhhhhhh!*

The dome broke apart like glass as two winged figures fell to the ground. The first landed in front of the princess crouched on the ground, the other, which was obviously a woman with a draconic mask, wearing a hood which was quite similar to the one her comrade crouched on the ground was wearing.

They had on armored clothes with a color scheme of red and silver, even their wings were armored. Even with the hood covering their faces, it could be seen that they fully covered their faces, the woman had on a dragon like face mask that covered her lower face, leaving on her blazing greenish blue eyes exposed. As for the man, he had on a full helmet so even his eye could not be seen.

There was quiver and Katana on his back, but there was a bow nowhere in sight. He slowly rose up to his feet as he turned to the princess and said to her in a deep and disjointed voice that left chills in the heart of everyone who was watching.

“I’m here!”

“Who the fuck are you! How dare you interrupt this sacred event! Your ruining my Ascension! You fucking peasant!” Morgan screamed in anger, victory was almost within his grasp and then this guy just pops in from no where stealing all of the attention and ruining all his plans.

“I’m the chosen champion of princess Martha for this trial, I’m sorry I was late, but we had a little problem with a giant snake.” The same disjointed voice answered, and there was such a chill within it that Morgan shut his mouth almost immediately and took more than three steps backwards.

“Identify yourself player, you’re standing in front of Locke of the dragon God guild! State your name and guild?!” Locke was certainly arrogant, but the new arrival didn’t seem all to shaken by it, he just relaxed his posture as he answered.

“Guild master of The Acheron’s Imperium Lords, Lord commander to the wanted vessel the Acheron’s glory, and also Captain Seven’s big boss…….. however you and every other unworthy of soon to be dead piece of trash can call me……Aaron Wade!”