“Ragoniad? What’s the meaning of this?”

Ragoniad moves slowly towards her family and I can hear that she says ‘I am sorry’ in low voice. So that’s why she wants to travel on foot together with me to enjoy the moment between us. As the current situation here might the end of me, her or her clan.

As I say those words, an important looking man, I mean a dragon in human form walks towards me.

“Hello there, are you the creator of the devastating magic?”

As I look towards his direction, he points towards the light of shadow supernova. But I was captivated by the view of my surroundings around me, ignoring him in the process.

'Wow. So these are medieval buildings and this is a dragon town'

The houses have dragon head-shaped roofs, doorknobs, and statues. There are also dragon carvings on fences and on the floor tiles too, looks like they like making everything draconic. The castle’s doors are shaped like a dragon’s mouth. The castle as expected looks like European style castle but with elegance, dragon shapes and carvings here and there. Truly a combination of European medieval with touch of elegance of dragon’s design. And the buildings around here are not made by ordinary woods or bricks. They are made by materials found in volcanoes. With these, their buildings are a lot stronger and durable that an ordinary siege weapon can’t break it. Truly a magnificent town if there are no brigands here, I call this majestic.

Right, this place is located 800 km west of Great Phatag plains and they live in flying islands. Yep every clan live in their own flying territory. The whole flying islands with dragon clans in it is called the Dragons' lairs because no mere normal beast or creature ever reach here unless you are a birdman. But even you can fly, every land has a special barrier which protect this lands from outside intruders except for me, a visitor at this time. Fascinating.

Oh, before I forgot, this is my first experience where I set foot on a civilization. I think I need to kiss the ground to celebrate my first medieval civilization experience, just kidding. Let’s take our time here and breath the medieval culture. Hmmm, smell like dragons, yep smell like dragons. Unlike the dog or cat odor which stinks or smells bad. The dragon’s odor is (Actually I can’t describe it), it’s fragrant, I guess. Its different from lower dragons who live in their caves which stinks. As expected of medieval, no high technology, only rely on simple tools and of course magic which is convenient.

No electricity huh, that’s expected, who needs electricity if you can produce a light in your hands or you have night vision. I am pondering and comparing modern and medieval culture and technology in my thoughts which makes me excited, I am excited of the faces of these medieval people when I show them modern stuff later on or in the future.

And the bastard kill joy my moment.

“YOU!! Don’t Fucking ignore ME!!”

Oh right, the person before was enraged because I ignore him. Sorry, my bad, you have the right to get angry.

“You must answer him bastard. Don’t you know that I bring all my best dragon clansmen here.”

A man sitting at the back wearing an angry face. He has no legs, missing right arm, some decaying parts, ‘ew’ and wears a distorted face. Man, I love your new look fitting for a suffering villain. Maybe magic cannot heal him cause of radiation effects? Let’s confirm it even I know the answer just to make him angrier.

“Oh, Brovo right? Bloody hell what happen to you?”

“Because of your damn MAGIC, my wounds won’t properly heal!!!”

“OHHH…then?”

” Show respect to me MAGGOT…..because of YOU and that BITCH!!!, I suffered THIS!!”

I am slightly angry by referring my beautiful Latina a bitch. But let’s calm down for a second.

“Why blame us? In fact you should blame yourself for accepting the honorable battle”

At those words, I can’t count how many veins pops in his head.

“INFIDEL!!, Your blaming the great me? No one questions me and I blame you and that CLAN!!“

“OH, now we are playing the blame game? Tell me who kill the last head of your clan? Tell me who kill his brothers to gain the clan head position in a pretext of ‘death by accident’?”

Don’t be surprise that I know these things. It’s because of my [World Knowledge] and [Identify] crime files. The bastard starts to get restless, swirling around his eyes. Nice face dude. The crowd around me go silent wearing speechless and shock faces because of my words.

He regains his composure with anger face and breaks the silence.

“ENOUGH!! CAPTURE AND TORTURE HIM!! Let’s see how you a maggot will fare with my dragon warriors.”

It seems he have enough.

Ragoniad wears a worried expression together with her family. I think I need to say “Don’t worry baby” but that’s just in my thought. For now let’s face my impending danger.

The Fiyaah Clan that surrounds me starts to approach me with wicked smiles. Are these guy sadists? Hurting the innocent me? Well not innocent actually. Man, these dragons like to gangbang one person.

Then 10 heads flew in the process while holding my machete, nicknamed ‘Da Fool’s Gambit’. Their dragon’s blood escape from their decapitated heads like a fountain. And the crowd shock because of an unexpected event. I love their amusing faces especially the bastard, Brovo. Then I imitate them and make a shock face, open and widen my mouth and eyes for 10 seconds of silence. Damn how long they will remain shock? When the wind blows on us, I speak.

“Okay, let’s stop. Are dragons love to gangbang? I thought you’re strong but you are just pitifully weak!”

Now they are back to reality. They wear mix of emotions, happy, sad, anger, or whatever. This is their first time seeing a lowly human killed high level dragons and what’s more shocking is 10 dragons died instantly, ten heads of dragons flying for few seconds. Even a dragonslayer have a hard time killing a dragon. Well, these beings are good only when transformed into dragons and luckily they are lower leveled than mine and my martial art ‘Dance of Death’ is armed combat arts. Whew, I’m glad I learned this martial art.

One of the Kilate clansman spoke up to break again the silence.

“Who are you, human?”

I pause for a moment, this is an unexpected question. We’ll lets answer him honestly but I think it’s better to give him a false name. Then, I remember one of my favorite sniper rifle in Co*nter Str*ke version 1.6. Man those are the good old days.

“Me? I am Dragunov”

I show them my title “Death Dancer”, making the dragons around me flinches for a second.

Are these really dragons?

[Dragunov!!??] (many times) They repeat and murmur my name many times. Are they cursing me?

“What are you DOING!! It’s only one guy and a maggot human..KILL HIM!”

Brovo is so disappointed at his dead minions. I admit that those that I killed are somewhat weaker dragons ranging from 2000 to 3000 levels, not really weak though. But there are dragons around higher level than me especially the clan heads where 4 or 5 times stronger than me. I need some plan.

“You will gangbang me again? Hey Kilate Clan can you help me?”

Ragoniad wants to help me anytime and also his clansmen but something stops them from doing so. Even their clan head, can only clenched his fists.

“It’s no use maggot, I have them under control through those collars. Anyone of those bastards move against my orders, their head will explode. In other words, they are my slaves. HA HA HA”

In this world, there are ways to overpower or beat stronger enemies and that’s magical items, tools or artifacts. Brovo at this point is using annoying items to increase his advantage plus more or less 600 Fiyaa warriors he brings here.

Actually Kilate Clan can put a fight against these Fiyaa Clan whose only advantage is their numbers and that item, “Adaptable Collar Slave” the condition of that item is as long as the target doesn’t exceed twice the owner’s levels, they can control or order it. What a frightening item. And my situation looks quite difficult.

Then he shows me the item like a child displaying a new latest expensive robot toy towards me. Does he want me to get envious? What a jerk, I am not a kid, you know. The controller of all collars, it’s shape is rectangular, slim design that you can hold it with a single hand. Wait is that a remote control? The name of the item is “Collar Remote Control”. What a literal name.

“Ah, really. Do you forget the heads of those minions of yours before?”

“Ha ha ha Don’t worry I put additional condition that every my men you killed, it blows 10 heads of Kilate clan. Ha Ha Ha”

What a devil. This man doesn’t fight fairly and uses dangerous items. I admit his smart, ordinary person will lost hope or just escape. Poor Kilates, they show faces of hopelessness. And what’s with that ugly face of my beautiful Latina. Damn you Brovo, I’ll make you pay tenfold. Let’s get ready for rumble.

“Sure? You know I can kill anyone here in a million ways. Let’s start this MAYHEM!!”

As I say that all Fiyaah minions starts to scream, yell and attack each other. By attack it means they bite or eat their own. The scene becomes gory as my victims starts to transform into a big dragon and attack each other. Two mad dragons tearing a helpless little mad dragon, the big one bite his head while the other bites his tail, a poor and gory sight, and the dragon dies losing his head. The ones who didn’t transform fight through their weapons: swords and lances. But they fight like a madman swinging and thrusting their swords here and there hitting mostly the air. And if it misses, they start to bite the neck of their comrades, what a sorry and gory sight. To conclude the situation, they are like cannibals hungry for meat or their comrades' meat.

That is the effect of my skill [Pheromone Mayhem], the effect is a grand battle royal between the mad dragons. Hahaha.

The Kilate Clan group themselves at my back while the front is in chaos by mad Fiyaa dragons. To ensure the safety of the Kilates, I wrap them with my [Absolute Defense], in case they are caught in the crossfire. Of course they are all shock and scared by the scary sights in front of them. The Kilate clan head orders his men to cover the eyes and ears of their children. What a good leader. Now let’s see the face of our dear, Brovo.

He sits there with 'What's with these?' face. He is shock and surprise again. His face tells me that he don’t want to accept the current situation. It's like his brain freezes to process the information, I mean the chaos in front of him.

‘This is impossible, my brethren, my minions, my subjects starting to attack each other’ Brovo's thought

“Hahaha..Brovo..Brovo..you chose a wrong enemy in a wrong place and in a wrong time”

Brovo looks at me angrily and signals his men to attack me. This is bad. I forgot that there are almost 100 high leveled dragons here. 50 of them starts to put down the current chaos by killing their mad comrades without hesitation as it they are just disposable objects or tools. Heartless bastards.

And 50 high leveled dragons flying towards my direction.

Are you serious? 50 is more than enough to kill a human or an overkill. It seems our great Brovo is greatly enraged by my words. But don’t worry, reinforcements have come.

As the first high leveled dragon came closer to me, a kick clad in lightning hit him making the Fiyaa dragon flew towards Brovo’s direction.

‘Man I wish that kick hit Brovo, oh well’.

“Are you alright, human?”

“Yeah, thanks”

“Thank you also.”

The one who kicked the dragon before is the clan head of Kilate Clan.

“F*ck, what the HELL?”

Brovo, doesn’t hide his dissatisfaction towards the current situation or shall we say the current course of events. One, his minions reduce to more or less 100 and it seems the high leveled ones killed all raging low leveled dragons. Two, the Kilate Clan break the curse or magic of ‘collar slaves’ and join the fray. And that’s because of, yours truly, ME, Dragunov *cough*.

Hey, Brovo, stop wildly or forcefully tapping the remote control, you might break it. Hello, the remote control won’t work anymore because I use [Spell Disruptor] like an EMP frying an applliance’s integrated circuits (IO), making the collars magic dispels and Kilate Clan breaks free.

“I think you should change the batteries”

Brovo: “WHAT??”

“Yes”

Brovo:“Damn bastard, You again, first you make my brethren kill each other and now--”

“Yeah yeah..Chief..I think the main course for today is ready”

Ragod:“I agree to you lad”

The chief agrees with me with smile while clenching his fists above his chest and the second round start. The battle between the strongest dragons between Fiyaa and Kilate starts. Of course Brovo is out of action because of his current body condition.

And I steps down from the stage, I mean evacuate the area for my safety. Then the battle begins. You think the Fiyaa have advantage in this battle because they are expert in fighting and spitting fire but the Kilate matches them through their dragon’s speed, [Lighning Glide]. Fiyaa have a hard time hitting their opponents because of Kilate’s speed. So this is why Brovo didn’t kill them, he want to use them, bright bastard, very bright.

The battle goes on and on and Fiyaa’s forces drop one by one. Ah the current number of Kilate fighting the Fiyaa is 100 including men and women. All of them are high leveled dragons. Both teams have sense of teamwork but the Kilate have more sense of cooperating each other and they use their speed while attacking vital organs, they are wise using that.

Is it because of strong bond of Kilate that they can trust each other’s’ back and execute team attacks that no one gets friendly fire. Man, I am impress by their teamwork even though the battlefield is like a mess because they fight in land and air. Thanks to my enhanced eyesight, I can see their fast movements too.

If we refer them to some ninja game back in my old world, the Fiyaa, are like Fire attribute who does heavy damage while Kilate is like a Lightning who makes critical hit but since they use their attribute to enhance their speed making them have the unfair advantage. None of them transformed into dragon. Since it will make them slow and big which is vulnerable to attacks and impractical to group battles.

There are 10 Fiyaa left and to my surprise, 100 Kilate circling them. It seems no one hurts from their sides even scratches? I need to confirm it. The Kilate chief demanded them to surrender but because of their pride, the Fiyaa dragons chose to die. I admire their warrior pride and honor but it’s useless if you are dead you know.

As I am watching in the sidelines, the figure of great Brovo is trying to escape. This bastard doesn’t hesitantly abandon his minions, what a heartless demon coward.

“Chief, the great coward is escaping!”

I point towards the direction of Brovo. After one second or less of it. A lightning kick drops in his head and it belongs, none other than my beautiful girl, unofficially my girl. Sigh, seems the disturbance ended and all it takes is one hour. Dragon battles are so intense and fast pacing.

“what we will do dear?”

“KILL HIM”

“Yeah kill him..kill him..die jerk” [Clansmen]

As to answer the chief’s wife question, Drana. He strongly speaks those words while clenching his fists. And the Kilate Clan wants it too. But I have a better idea. Let’s interrupt them for a moment.

“Wa------it!! Wait people, I have a better idea”

“What? You oppose to kill him?”

“No not at all, but killing him was too good for his punishment”

“And What’s your ‘better idea’?”

“Well, Let’s call other clans who was oppressed or have grudges to this ‘guy’ and make a slow public death”

“Public death you say?”

“Yeah and let’s make it slow so that all clan can hit, stab or do whatever to him until he begs for his death.”

I propose this kind of punishment fitting for this kind of person. Slow painful death.

“Mhhhmm, You are really merciless towards your enemy, very well, We will hold his slow public death”

The chief starts to give orders to his men to send invitation to to other clans.

As for me, I walk towards the supernova.

“Where are you going?”

“Cleaning”

“Can you do it?”

“Of course”

My, this beautiful Latina of mine (unofficial) walks towards me and worryingly asking a question. Damn, it makes me happy. I feel my heart exploding.

“Wait you will be killed there lad”

The chief asks me.

“Don’t worry I created this one”

“Are you sure..twenty of my clansmen were dead because of that”

”Don’t worry I do this many times and for your clansmen I can revive them”

“Really?!”[Clansmen]

When the Kilate clansmen heard my words. There gloom faces starts to shine bright and thank me. Oy, what’s wrong with them? Why it feels like they fully trusts me. You must not trust a stranger you know especially for the first time.

“Really!!!, Your skills are unusual and I think you have no reason to lie right? ”

“Of course not, I don’t plan to be hunted by group of lightning fast dragons!”