The students rushed towards the forge facility, and it didn’t take them long to see why they heard the sound of explosions, and also the source of the tremors that littered the campus.
“…”
Sabrina was among the first, and when she arrived she sighed, but smiled soon after.
‘He’s back, and the same as ever.’
Yes, the ‘sight’ was that of Alan Peccator being swarmed by numerous dwarves, whilst the orcs stayed behind to watch the spectacle, some of them awed by Alan’s performance.
Alan was, quite literally, buried beneath multiple dwarves who used either their own skills or the power of numerous artifacts to keep him at bay.
It was like a hundred midgets trying to drown a fully-grown adult. It resulted in some chuckles from the elves and humans alike, whilst the orcs watched in silence. The orcs Alan had defeated had woken up, and soon the story of their defeat spread within their ranks.
They talked in their own language, so it was hard for anyone else to know what they were talking about.
Of course, one would have questioned where the hell the teachers were during this show, and the answer was they were right there…along with the students, they had also rushed as fast as possible.
Problem was, they couldn’t think of any way to stop the fight. To jump in the ‘war’ of multiple dwarves, who were each sufficiently powerful on their own…and Alan, who was emitting mana fluctuations that indicated that he was peak of A-rank! No teacher here was at his level in terms of combat prowess!
However, it had to end eventually.
“Huh?”
Alan, who was in the middle of punching a dwarf caught between his arms, and kicking another one whilst headbutting another, stopped, sensing mana belonging to strong individuals approaching. He unleashed his mana like an explosion and stopped messing around, sending the dwarves flying, injured but alive.
He stepped back, only to find a dwarf that had a beard as white as snow, and a face no beautiful than a goblin appear in front of him, floating in the air. Not only that, but he emitted fluctuations that gave away his SS-rank power.
“Laganu!”
He muttered something in his own language, and although Alan couldn’t understand the language, he could understand the intent behind it. He teleported besides the dwarf, avoiding the blow.
But that wasn’t enough, The dwarf launched himself towards Alan once again, but this time Alan didn’t run.
The teachers back there were wrong! He wasn’t at the peak of A-rank…but rather S-rank! He was simply holding back his mana to dull his enhanced senses! And he was a dragon! A minor difference in rank won’t affect him that much.
Even though the difference between rank S and SS rank was huge…he had his dragon blood, his Phoenix bloodline, his mana heart and also the new addition, aura! Normally it would take ten S ranks to defeat one SS-rank, but he wasn’t normal at all!
He imbued his fist with mana, and prepared to meet the dwarf head on until…a fist larger than his, and as green as grass, stopped his attack.
At the same time, a shield of mana erupted in front of the dwarf, stopping his attack as well.
“Calm down, child.”
The orc who appeared was stronger than even the dwarf, and stopped Alan’s fist with his aura-imbued hand. Reflexively, Alan’s aura also escaped his body to combat the aura of the green orc, something completely outside of Alan’s control.
His aura jumped out of him so fast he couldn’t even reign it in, and fought against the orc’s aura. The orc was surprised, shocked even, that a human could emit aura. The dwarf, on the other hand was stopped my Sir Oliver.
“I didn’t do anything wrong! They attacked me first and raided my room and forge!”
Alan hurriedly offered an explanation, fearing he wouldn’t get the chance to do so in the future if Sir Oliver was truly pissed. It would be so unfair!
Hell! This situation was extremely unfair! Not only had his room been broken into by three dirty orcs and dwarves, his carpet ruined and his bed broken…his forge had been raided!
Was this not unfair? The epitome of shamelessness by these stupid dwarves!
A seething rage boiled inside him, but his teacher, Elena, appeared behind him and managed to reel him in.
“Let go, and just stop now. We’ll handle this.”
Alan reigned his aura back and surrendered, going back. But not before throwing a sharp glare towards the dwarves and their leader.
Sir Oliver looked at him, he was clearly pissed that Alan did the exact opposite of what he was told to do, but he couldn’t really say anything to him at the moment. Moments later, the dwarves elder was satisfied and the Elven Elder also appeared, taking a leisurely walk whilst enjoying a cup of coffee.
He looked at the sight with an apprehensive gaze, but ultimately turned his attention to the coffee he was drinking. He had golden hair and looked rather young, but it was clear he was the strongest one here.
The dwarf was SS-rank, Oliver and the orc were SSS-rank and the elf seemed to be beyond SSS-rank. Just his presence was suffocating, although he tried his best to restrain it as well.
“Are you the one who constructed the portal?”
He approached Alan with a curious gaze, his nose perked up. Alan nodded.
“Great, Please come with us. The creator of the portal should be present for these negotiations to proceed.”
He said with a polite tone that made everyone like him.
“He’s still a kid, He should not be involved in this.”
Oliver interjected, trying to protect both Alan and the interest of the humans.The orc stayed quiet, he was busy examining the nature of Alan’s aura, the bit that remained on his hand. The dwarf however…
“Why not? He’s the architect of the portal, he should be present. The negotiations can simply never proceed without him.”
Oliver glared at him.
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