The dragon's harem

Chapter 1488: Death Isn’t an Option

Arad stood above the castle’s highest tower, looking down at the growing city. It was time for him to leave for the chromatic dragons, and he wasn’t going alone. He had some people with him.

“So we’re finally going back home.” A tall woman approached Arad from behind. She leaned on his back and tried to push him, but failed. “Let’s move!”

Arad looked back at the pink-haired drakaina who was wearing some colorful and strange clothes. Tight golden pants with several red roses attached to them, a massive pink and white feather and fur coat with nothing beneath it besides a tight black bra, showing the drakaina’s ripped abdomen, which spared no time to make her look human, she had twelve packs and no belly button, just pure muscles rolling beneath her rough skin.

Gamond approached from behind and grabbed the drakaina by the head, “Try to push him again, and I’ll shove my fist down your throat, Balina.”

Balina, one of the Chromatic Queen’s many daughters. She had arrived here before looking to claim Arad as her mate, but instead got beaten so badly by Gamond that she was knocked out cold for weeks.

“Let her be, she can’t move me anyway.” Arad looked at them, then at everyone else. The ones he is taking with him were all Chromatic drakainas.

Eris, Gamond, Kory, Claug, Zul, and Balina.

But Arad wasn’t stupid, and even if he was a dragon, taking many drakainas with him, he was still going to deal with dragons, so Alcott was joining as well.

“Look at what you got here? All of them.” Alcott smiled and punched Arad’s shoulder, “Are we going to overthrow the Queen?”

Arad smiled, “I’ll only take you with me if I want to overthrow the queen.”

Alcott laughed, “Come on, I’m not that strong. They can beat me, no, Gamond alone can put me in my grave.”

“We never fought. I want to see why all dragons in this world are afraid of you.” Gamond smiled. She had never expected that a human would get so powerful that dragons would fear him, but here is Alcott standing in front of her.

Claug grabbed her by the shoulder, “DON’T.” She glared at her, “Don’t believe what he is saying, there is a reason why whole draconic armies would stop if he was in the way.”

Claug looked at the smiling Alcott with a serious face. “One titan can kill him, two dragons can kill a titan with ease, but Alcott himself can kill tens if not hundreds of dragons in a row.”

“A single man can’t do that.” Gamond sighed, and Claug pulled her away from him.

“When he was young and unknow, the Chromatic and Metallic dragons were about to face each other in a way, the two armies stood facing each other, and he showed up. No one at the time knew what kind of monster walked between two armies of thousands of dragons.” She looked at Alcott, and he sighed, “The old days. I was young then, I’m old now.”

Balina smiled, pointing at Alcott, “The two armies ignored him and started the war, so he started fighting as well. In minutes, the ten thousand dragons present there, both Metallic and Chromatic, were forced to join forces to face him, and they still lost. My older brother was there, and he got used as a mop by him.”

Alcott smiled, “That pink wyrm? His breath was amazing, it cleaned the acid and poison of the green dragons at once, and he would cast another breath each time I made him get hit with a blue dragon’s lightning breath.”

Balina looked at Gamond, “If we all combined our powers to fight him, we would still lose.”

Gamond shook her head, “It doesn’t make sense! One man can’t beat two dragons, let alone an army!”

Claug pointed at Alcott and Arad, “Look at them! They’re a father and son. Where do you think Arad got his fighting skills? Where did he get that aggression? Arad might still not have the years of experience and knowledge that Alcott got, but he got the extra power of being a dragon.”

Alcott looked at Arad and then smiled, pulling a small bottle from his pocket. “I’ll show you a trick then.”

He opened the bottle and poured some of the liquid into his hands. “This one has a strong scent, but it is one that the dragon’s nose can’t pick up. This allows it to mask my smell from them.” He looked at Eris, “You’re half-dragon, so please stay out of it. This only works on true dragons.”

With a smile, Alcott threw the empty bottle in the air. And at that moment, the drakainas lost track of him. For that split second, their eyes followed the shiny bottle, and he had moved.

They all looked around, but none of them could find him.

Arad and Eris could see him, as he wasn’t trying to hide from them. Alcott was walking around the drakainas, tiptoeing around in silence, staying right out of their field of vision.

Alcott pulled a blunt sword and poured some ink on it as he walked around. “Where did he go?”

Gamond glared around and then looked at Arad and Eris’s eyes to find him. She could see Alcott’s reflection as he walked behind them and turned around, only to find nothing.

She really thought that Alcott didn’t account for that, but he did. After a few tries, she started to feel as if she was going crazy. He was standing right behind her, but when she turned, he was already gone. She turns and sees him in the same place in the reflection.

Then, Alcott moved, before any of them could find him; he flashed past them, leaving a red mark on their necks. “See? All dead, most likely, since some of you would survive for a second, and I’ll have to… Ah, forget it, it would take too long to explain. Variation based on their draconic form, how long it’ll take them to transform, and how much their power scales.”

Alcott smiled, “I bet even they don’t know it. So I’ll share a secret: when dragons shift from their humanoid form to their draconic form, their power doesn’t scale immediately; it takes a bit of time based on how damaged their humanoid body is. So, if you force a dragon to do a big move right after transforming, they might fumble it up. Predicting how they’ll fumble is how I usually finish off dragons who shift out of their humanoid form.”

“How would you even figure such a thing?” Arad asked, and Alcott shrugged, “Survival, I fought many dragons and survived to learn and grow. At some point, killing adult dragons became easy enough that I could take my time and experiment midfight.” He smiled, “Then, add about thirty years of experience, and it won’t be that hard.”

“The key is to never fight a dragon that can kill you until you’ve got enough preparation to gain an advantage and ensure victory. Because this is life, when you die, it is mostly over.” Alcott pointed at the growing city, “It is over, not for you or me, but for the people we protect. If I died forty years ago due to ego, the many people I saved from draconic tyrants would’ve been dead now.”

“If you fight to protect, then death isn’t an option.”