Chapter 474 [474] Stefan Caraval(3)
?474 [474] Stefan Caraval(3)
Under the protection of the knights and the Cardinal, whose strength most of the people did not know. The group quickly reached the capital after about three days. During these three days, Stefan, much like an annoying kid, kept bugging James, asking him about anything at any time.
"Do you like to fight?"
"What are the most opponents you have slain?"
"Do you know how to use a bow, and a spear?"
"Have you ever been close to death?"
These questions rang in James mind continuously, he couldn't even wish for them to disappear.
It had been quite a while since he had to deal with obnoxious, self-centered people. He preferred messing with Alan or even sleeping in the soul domain. But sadly, because of the damn tower, he had to wake up.
As Stefan continued to annoy him, Jame's opened his, or more like Alan's Status.
[Name: Alan Peccator(17)
[Race: Dragon.]
[Titles: Chosen of the Chaos Supreme, Chosen of the Frost Supreme, Phoenix Blood liner...]
[Attributes:]
Strength: B+
Speed:B+
Endurance:B+
Intelligence: C+
Charm: B-
At first, he was dubious, but as he cast mana sense to survey the surroundings, he found no one around. The fire was about to die as well. He went ahead and sat down in front of it. Manifesting a small fireball with his mana and chucked it at the fire, rejuvenating it.
"Anyway...let's see more.'
It was a habit of his to be aware of everything, and he wasn't done observing what Alan had. He must know everything, the things he could do, and not do.
Opening the inventory, he let out a short whistle.
"It's worse than the dwarves spatial gear, but it'll do."
He muttered, as he took out the Ame-No-Sakahoko, wanting to wield the legendary spear.
"Argh!"
He let out a pained groan as the spear burnt his skin, and threw itself away from him. It landed on the ground, and Jame's looked at his burnt palm. A cold green light shone in his eyes, as the wound was immediately healed. He looked at the spear.
"The name fits it."
He said, referring to the title "Spear of Righteousness" it possessed. He put the spear back in his inventory.
Setting the matter of weapons aside, he sat down in a meditative position and peered into his body, activating [Frost Dragon's Breath].
The surrounding environment changed, as he found himself to be floating in a dark space, the only source of light the blue world in front of him.
"Why is it so small? Did this idiot not train his element at all?!"
He gasped upon seeing the size of the Ice world, which was smaller than he had expected. He sighed and facepalmed.
Alan, due to fearing his accelerated growth drawing the ire of others, refused to use the Ice Dragon's breath most of the time. Little did he know, advancing one's rank was not its main function.
The supremes dealt in their elements, not their stats. Each higher level being focused more on their element than their stats, which would increase by their own. The main function of the [Ice Dragon's Breath] was to attune the user to Frost, to make it so that they were frost itself. This was something that Jame's modified with Lanesha's help.
He looked around, trying to spot a chaos world in the elemental domain, Thankfully, he didn't see it. He did see a small space world, however, which was more like a collection of clouds than a world.
"Well, at least he didn't practice Chaos."
He heaved a sigh of relief, had Alan done it, they were all doomed. As weak as his soul was, he couldn't thwart the Abyss.
As he was about to observe more, he felt someone approaching.