Talent Awakening: Draconic Overlord Of The Apocalypse

The crowd collectively took a step back.

“C-Cinder, wait!” Alister quickly reached out, pressing a hand on hers to lower it.

“Calm down.”

Cinder pouted. “But they’re blocking your path. Aren’t the ones that do that usually the bad humans?”

Before Alister could respond, another voice spoke.

It was Mar’Garet.

She had already pulled out her spear and placed its butt on the floor, its deadly tip glinting.

“Humans.”

Mar’Garet stepped forward, her presence alone making the air feel heavier. She tilted her head slightly, red eyes gleaming with disdain.

“Cease this pitiful display at once and remove yourselves from my lord’s presence.”

“You are disturbing him,” she continued, her voice slow and deliberate, like she was scolding misbehaving children. “If you wish to admire his magnificence, you may do so from afar. But do not overstep your bounds, else I will teach them to you.”

The cold weight of her words settled over them like a suffocating fog.

And then—

Cold sweat.

A lot of cold sweat.

“S-Sorry, we didn’t mean to waste your time!”

“Y-Yeah, we were just leaving!”

“Please, don’t mind us!”

One woman, still on the same sidewalk as them, trembled as Mar’Garet locked eyes with her with the intensity of a predator spotting its prey.

Her head tilted ever so slightly, lips curling into a smile that was just a little too sharp, a little too knowing—the kind of smile that said, Why are you still here?

The woman made the wise decision to join the others in leaving. Fast.

Good.

The entire crowd practically scrambled over themselves as they backed away, bowing, apologizing, and all but running for their lives.

Within seconds, the street was clear.

Mar’Garet let out a satisfied hum, putting her spear away, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she turned to gaze at Alister.

Galisk let out a low whistle. “Well, that was effective.”

As Alister exhaled, relieved that the crowd had finally dispersed, he noticed Mar’Garet still standing in front of him, smiling ever so sweetly. But what caught his attention most was the small movement behind her—her tail was practically wagging.

He sighed internally. Here we go again.

“Well done, Mar’Garet,” he said, offering her a nod. “Thank you for that.”

Mar’Garet’s cheeks flushed a soft pink. She leaned in slightly, her eyes glinting with mischief as she giggled. “My pleasure, my love. But don’t you think my actions deserve a better reward?”

Alister raised a brow. “A reward?” He folded his arms. “Depends on what you want.”

She leaned in even closer, her voice dipping into a sultry whisper. “All I want…” Her breath was warm against his skin as she exhaled. “…is for you to say, thank you, darling. That is all I desire, my love. Call me darling.”

For a brief moment, Alister froze. The air between them grew tense, Mar’Garet’s expectant eyes locked onto his.

Then, regaining his composure, he pressed his palm against her face and gently pushed her back. “Maybe at a later time,” he said flatly. “Let’s focus on where we were headed first.”

Mar’Garet, undeterred, pouted. “You promise?”

Alister sighed. She’s not going to drop this, is she?

“Yes,” he said, stepping past her before she could try anything else.

Cinder had been watching with narrowed eyes, her expression darkening with every passing second. Now, she took a step toward Mar’Garet, tilting her head slightly as she asked, “What do you think you’re doing?”

Mar’Garet turned to face her, unfazed by the dangerous glint in Cinder’s gaze. Instead, she smiled sweetly, a knowing look in her eyes.

“Nothing much, my queen,” she said smoothly. “Simply asking for a reward from my lord.”

⫷『You have gained Prestige Points.』⫸

Alister exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck as he caught sight of the growing attention. His golden eyes fixed on Galisk, wondering how he hadn’t been swarmed by people, considering he was the Union president.

“How come no one is talking about you? You built the megacities. You’re the Union President. You should be treated like royalty or something. Why did they totally ignore you?”

Galisk gave a lazy shrug, his gaze drifting toward the sky. “Outside the Union, hardly anyone knows my name or what I look like. What would be the point? It’s not like they’re ever going to meet me. Besides, it would make outings like this one a hassle when I only do them once in a while.”

Alister hummed, nodding slightly.

“I guess that makes sense. Guess wisdom really does come with age.”

Galisk smirked, rolling his shoulders. “Besides, keeping a low profile has its advantages. It lets you enjoy the moment when people underestimate you.”

Alister snorted, shaking his head. “I take back what I said. You’re just vain.”

Galisk let out an amused chuckle. “Come now, that’s no way to speak to your father. Besides, showing off once in a while helps to keep things interesting.”

Before Alister could respond, the sudden roar of an engine pierced the air.

A sleek, purple supercar sped down the street, its tires screeching as it drifted to a flawless stop just a few meters ahead.

A female voice soon spoke.

“Damn you, old man. Are you allergic to communicating properly or something? I literally had to track you down. The hell is wrong with you?”

The gull-wing door lifted smoothly, revealing a woman stepping out.

Her vibrant purple hair shimmered under the neon lights as she flipped it back with a casual toss of her fingers.

Her piercing crimson gaze swept over them as she adjusted her black jacket over her white crop top, her sleek black pants hugging her curvy frame as she moved with confidence.

Guildmaster Anya had arrived.

Galisk let out a sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he muttered, “I see your temper hasn’t mellowed, Anya.”

Anya scoffed, folding her arms. “And I see your communication skills haven’t improved. Did it ever occur to you to answer your damn communicator like any sane person instead of making me track you across the city?”

Galisk smirked lazily. “I prefer personal interactions. Call it an old habit.”

“Oh? That so?” Anya shot him a flat look. “Tell me, old man, is ignoring twenty-seven missed calls considered personal interaction these days?”

Anya suddenly froze as her eyes landed on Alister.

Galisk noticed her eyes were not focused on him, thinking she had noticed his children.

He then begun the introduction. “Alister, Miyu, this is Anya—”

But before he could finish, Anya suddenly stepped forward, closing the distance between herself and Alister in an instant.

She placed a hand on his chest, her crimson eyes locking onto his with an intensity that sent a ripple of shock through the air.

“Alister,” she said, her voice smooth. “I like you, and I want you. Go out with me.”

Silence.

For a moment, the entire world seemed to freeze.

Miyu’s eyes widened, her mouth slightly open in disbelief. Galisk’s expression turned blank, his brows twitching as if he was questioning reality itself.

Cinder narrowed her eyes dangerously, her flames flickering to life at the tips of her fingers, while Mar’Garet’s lips curled into a delighted grin, her spear appeared again, her gaze fixed on Anya like she had just found a targed to eliminate.

And Alister?

He just blinked.

Then, after a beat of silence, he finally spoke.

“…Wait, what?”