He unleashed a diagram and his summon, a white dragon, came out of the portal. It lowered its head and ate the fruit James stretched over.
James stared at his beast. He could already feel the surge of mana, never in his life had he ever experienced something like this. Wasn’t it the same mana?
Why was this one so different?
His eyes widened in the next second as his dragon roared too loud for comfort. Evolution was never painful, but why was his dragon reacting like this?
It had already reached the heights of Origin Tier... was this a side effect? He had never heard of a side effect before.
James got the answer when his dragon split into two. Both sides regrew forming two dragons, the pure white one was over two hundred feet long from head to tail.
The other had red stripes and red bone spikes from its head to its tail. It was almost three hundred feet long and growled at him like an actual beast.
Both dragons growled at each other.
"Ebor, calm down." James said and the pure white dragon calmed a bit but it cautiously watched as its master approached the other dragon.
It was a physical form of Ebor. Ebor, a blue fire-breathing dragon, was calm and controlled but this one with stripes was fierce and highly aggressive.
It wasn’t another summon, James didn’t feel any Symbiosis with it. His mana signature wasn’t on this creature, it was just like an actual dragon.
"I’ll call you Dread." James’ eyes brightened as he approached the beast with caution. He raised one hand up and maintained eye contact with this bad-tempered dragon.
Dread lowered his head and suddenly roared at James’s face. Its bloodlust shone within its eyes but that desire wasn’t directed towards him.
James chuckled, his eyes shining with glee. "Don’t worry you’ll have enough to satisfy yourself. You’re perfect." James beamed as he finally touched the dragon’s nose, caressing it slowly.
That fruit had done the unthinkable and... he loved it. In fact, he already knew what he wanted Dread to do.
’Dread. The dread of dragons. You must be special and better... you can’t be traced back to me.’
James began to laugh. To think all his frustration would melt away and his desires would be served on a silver platter.
’Guess what elder brother? You’re not the only special one. You were only privileged and now I’m also privileged.’
***
Snow in a hoodie watched the rich brown-skinned girl with purple curly hair packed into two ponytails moving about in an apron serving boba tea and coffee, a soft smile on his face.
It was just a few hours before high noon, there were lots of people moving about but no one noticed. None of them knew the moment they got to the tea shop, they had entered an illusion where Snow didn’t exist.
Because of that, they couldn’t see him even though he stood right outside the glass wall, watching his girlfriend with fondness in his eyes.
Who knew he would end up worse than Godfrey. Currently, he was wanted for the death of Superintendent Bram and that of Isolde.
Isolde’s death alone put him on the top list of most hated fugitives in the globe. People criticized her for her relationship with Godfrey when her feats as an agent were broadcasting but now that she was dead, a flood of people were pouring hate on him.
His eyes widened when Rowana waved at him with a beautiful smile but she shouldn’t be able to see him.
His eyes grew cold when he noticed she was waving at a young man who looked to be in his early twenties. He looked well-dressed too, probably high up in the government.
’Typical. Most people just love going after refined gold. Do you know what I went through to give her the confidence to smile without a care in the world?’
Snow’s eyes shimmered and the man’s tea became a cup full of worms. The young man screamed and rose to his feet. Suddenly, the hard floor became like mud.
The man fell backwards, crashing hard on the ground.
"T— the tea!" He pointed at the tea with a shocked face. Was this a joke? Was someone playing a prank on him?
He just began living next to Rowana and took a liking to her, even became a regular customer that continuously tipped and even encouraged her while making sure he looked his best.
But why did it feel like... something was wrong. There was this cold feeling that troubled him when Rowana rushed over, offering to help him up.
’You’ll die.’
A whisper flew into his ears. The man stiffened, scrambled to his feet and bolted out of the cafe, leaving Rowana feeling embarrassed.
Snow bit his lower lip, feeling a bit bad for the awkward place he had put her.
"I didn’t want to do this," he whispered to himself as he walked right through the window, black glimmer billowing off him.
No one noticed a young man in a hoodie, moving straight to where Rowana made the tea and snacks.
When Rowana returned, she saw the back view of someone wearing an apron. He wore a baseball cap and was currently busy preparing an order.
Rowana’s eyes went to her mouth as he tilted his head, revealing the right side of his face.
"Can I get this job?"
Staring at his unbelievably handsome face that looked cute with the cap and apron, Rowana’s shock transformed into amusement.


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