The dragon's harem

Chapter 1918: All Calculated

“So, you went and fought the dragon after Poppy finished making the poison?” Arad asked as he sat beside Alcott in a bar, and his father nodded with a smile. “Of course, that one had to die.”

Alcott nodded with a smile as he sipped his drink. “Indeed. No matter how stacked Poppy’s hut was, the wizard’s lab had far more resources and advanced equipment. The research that should’ve taken her years was finished within two weeks, and I took the result and headed to slay the dragon. Solo.” He put his glass down. “Nina, Merlin, and Amber stayed back to protect the city in case the dragon escaped me. Poppy herself decided to stay away and hide in the shadows. If I fail, she would flee away before the dragons find out that she made the concoction.”

While almost everyone who leveled up through the system chose to vary their build, Alcott was one of the few with a pure build. The system itself was simple; each class had 20 levels, and they could be stacked up to level 1000. Taking the same class more than once was also possible to further advance.

At the time of slaying this green dragon, Alcott was level 423, having already stacked 21 instances of Fighter Class on top of each other, turning him into a superhuman. Terrifying speed, godly strength, unmatched agility, a perfect body, and a physique that dripped with life and Vigor. Even at such a level, he was already approaching the peak of manhood, having taken his entire existence to a limit unseen by many.

The father of humanity, Adam, currently known as the human god Chad Lisworth and the father of the overgod Cain Lisworth, was pleased. For once in thousands of years, a man had chosen to maintain his humanity, and take his race, now considered the weakest among the other humanoids, and shove his sword up the flesh of the strongest of them all, the dragons.

Humans were indeed the weakest race, the default and base of all other races; they didn’t have anything special, were awfully weak, and lived short lives. Yet, Alcott’s sheer defiance of nature by challenging the dragons and dominating them shook the entire existence of humans.

Asgorath, the father of all dragons, laughed in his grave; no such man had ever walked the mortal worlds since Adam himself. By the will of the primordial God AO, Adam had been blessed as the eldest and the one who tamed the abomination-riddled primal world.

Humans’ greatest strengths were their intellect, their planning ability, and their tool usage.

Alcott had fully mastered those three traits and was on his way to becoming a legend. AO had created Adam, the first man, so it only made sense that AO would be reborn from the man who resembled his image the most in the current time.

The green dragon, a mature adult male, dragged the massive corpse of a titanic elephant beast he had hunted back to his lair, where he could eat it in peace. While green dragons could eat like all other dragons, they had a favourite food, and this dragon loved the taste of the Ogre Elephant. This monster was four times larger than a regular elephant, and boasted enough physical strength and speed to topple castles with ease.

But the dragon didn’t love just eating it; he loved to melt its insides with his poison, then sip the juices out like how a spider would eat a bug. The external digestion process takes time, which is why the dragon dragged the corpse back to his lair. Now, he’ll inject the monster with digestive poison, and sleep for exactly three days, six hours, and thirty-six minutes to wake up and find its insides in the best condition.

This dragon was very particular about his food, and all of that information was things Alcott already found out, and counted into his plan.

The dragon pulled a large sandglass, put it aside, and leaned forward to bite the corpse. He’ll inject his poison and start the time at the same time. He had prepared this meal a thousand times already, and his body moved on its own like a master chef.

The dragon’s sharp and long fangs sank into the corpse, and at the same time, a blade pierced its eye. Like a man stabbing their eyes with a fork while drinking their tea, the dragon was confused for a fraction of a second, and immediately swatted the corpse away in rage.

The sword stabbed him through the eye, easily pierced the protective membrane of his eye, and directly cut the nerves at the back of his cornea. That was no confidence, but a deliberate, surgical precision strike delivered with the full intent of blinding one of his eyes forever.

The dragon knew the full extent of his injuries the moment he was stabbed, and was also now aware that whatever attacked him, it was an absolute monster.

The Ogre Elephant’s corpse twitched, and the sword cut the stomach open. From the wound and filth, Alcott crawled out with a passive face, his eyes fixed on the dragon he had just stabbed.

The dragon’s anatomy, his joints, the full range of motion, the size of his muscles, scale type, defects, the eye Alcott just blinded, the geometry of the lair, and all of the small details, all of them were within expectation.

Alcott had stared at the dragon, and the dragon stared back in awkward silence. This had happened a few years before Alcott’s reputation among the dragons reached a peak, so this dragon still didn’t grasp how bad the situation was, and that he had become the prey instead of the hunter.

The lair was underground, the dragon couldn’t fly and attack from out of reach, so he had to kill Alcott manually with his claws. Usually, dragons hold back against humans to enjoy themselves, but since Alcott had already blinded him, he wasn’t going to hold back, not even a bit.

The dragon moved at an ungodly speed, easily breaking the sound barrier even with his massive body and being locked inside a tight cave. For all intents and purposes, Alcott was like a speck of dust stuck in the barrel of a firing gun. This was the unfair physical power of dragons, and why fighting one inside its lair was considered suicide.

But Alcott wasn’t any man, he was the man above them all.

Alcott could clearly see all of the dragon’s limbs, joints, predicted speed, and acceleration from the muscle density and the wear on the dragon’s claws and talons. With a few simple moves, he slipped between the charging dragon’s claws and dodged all of the debris with ease. This wasn’t the first dragon he killed, and it won’t be the last. He already memorised and understood their move set, so dodging even this charge wasn’t an issue.

At his first strike, Alcott’s only aim was to blind the dragon’s left eye, to create more openings from the left side, which was favourable due to the geometry of the cave. He didn’t use the poison Poppy made yet, because from inside the Ogre Elephant, killing the dragon was nearly impossible in the stun window expected from the poison.

To safely kill the dragon without it rampaging or its body exploding into elemental energy, Alcott had to deliver four strikes all in the stun window. He had to behead the dragon to sever the brain’s connection to the body, which was the easy part. He then had to split the spine vertically in half, with one of the hardest since it moved a lot and was encased in hard bones, then stab both the heart and draconic fundamentum organs to fully kill the dragon.

With the strike that would deliver the poison, Alcott needed an opening large enough to deliver a five-strikes combo, so he is now forced to fight the dragon and create that opening with his hands first.

Alcott smiled. There was no problem at all, and everything was within his predictions and calculations.