bookpower Chapter 111: Dudu(3)
Chapter 111: Dudu(3)
As Klaus stared at the notifications flashing before his eyes, the weight of what had just happened began to sink in. The sheer number of messages was staggering.
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**DING**
[You have successfully formed a contract with a beast.]
**DING**
[Beast Arts Bloodline: Realm 2.]
**DING**
[All Stats +5.]
**DING**
[You have gained a new title: *Contractor of a Lost Species*.]
**DING**
[You have gained a new title: *Dark Dragon Master*.]
**DING**
[Your contracted beast has gained a new title: *The Last One of His Bloodline*.]
**DING**
Rick exhaled sharply and rubbed his temples. "You realize what you’ve done, right? You’ve just put a massive target on your back." His voice was laced with concern. "A Dark Dragon? Do you even understand the consequences? The only way to break that contract now is for you to—"
"Die," Klaus finished for him, his voice steady and unflinching.
Rick stared at him, his mouth opening to argue, but no words came out. Klaus wasn’t wrong. Forming a contract with a beast—especially one as rare and powerful as a Dark Dragon—was a death sentence for anyone who couldn’t protect themselves. The dragon was a symbol of absolute power, and power attracted danger. Kingdoms, empires, and rogue factions would come for him now, all hungry for the dragon’s strength.
"Don’t concern yourself with that," Klaus said, his voice cold, dismissing Rick’s worries. "I fear no one."
Rick’s brows furrowed, a flash of irritation crossing his face. "This isn’t just about fear or bravery, Klaus. This is about reality. You’re talented, sure. A Swordsmaster at your age is a feat, but that won’t protect you from everyone who will come looking for that dragon." He pointed to the creature still nuzzling Klaus’ leg. "People kill for far less."
Klaus met Rick’s gaze with a calm that bordered on unsettling. "I understand. I know I’m still weak in the grand scheme of things, but I’m also not someone that can be killed easily."
His eyes flashed with an icy blue light, a brief glimpse of the power simmering just beneath the surface. Rick faltered, a sense of unease creeping into his gut. There was something different about Klaus, something beyond his raw talent or the bond with the dragon. For a moment, Rick couldn’t place it, but then he pushed the thought aside.
"Can I excuse myself for the day?" Klaus asked, his tone casual, almost as if the weight of what had just happened hadn’t yet sunk in.
Rick sighed. He needed to report this to the patriarch. Only the head of the Lionhart family would know how to handle something of this magnitude. The mere existence of a dragon could shift the balance of power in the entire continent. Wars had been fought over lesser things.
"Yeah, go ahead," Rick said, waving him off, though his mind was already racing with a thousand scenarios, none of them good.
Klaus began to walk toward the dormitory, the baby dragon padding silently behind him, its small wings fluttering occasionally as it struggled to keep pace with its new master. Shadows rippled unnaturally around the creature, darkening the ground as it moved.
The other trainees, who had been watching the entire event unfold in stunned silence, parted as Klaus passed. Murmurs filled the training grounds, excitement and fear lacing their voices. A dragon—an actual dragon—had hatched right in front of them.
Nicholas, standing a little apart from the others, didn’t bother to hide his disinterest. He had lived through too many lives to be easily impressed. A dragon, while rare, wasn’t enough to pique his curiosity. What intrigued him, however, was Klaus himself. The boy’s power was growing rapidly, faster than anyone Nicholas had ever seen. There was more to Klaus than met the eye, but even with all his accumulated knowledge from countless past lives, Nicholas couldn’t quite figure out what.
Alex, on the other hand, was practically seething. His pride wouldn’t allow him to show interest, but the sight of Klaus bonding with a dragon had triggered something in him. He clenched his fists, the muscles in his jaw tensing. There was no way Klaus was going to outshine him. Not again.
As Klaus disappeared into the dormitory, Rick remained rooted in place, staring at the spot where the dark surge of energy had once erupted. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.