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CLASS: Dragon

NAME: ??? 

LEVEL: 129

COSMIC RANK: B

ROLE: Tank/Brawler

AFFINITY/ABILITIES :

• Hellfire (Active skill)

• Arctic Rage (Active skill)

• Corrosive Breath (active skill)

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HP: 50000/50000

STRENGTH (STR) : 189

DEFENSE (DEF) : 200

STAMINA (STA) : 210

INTELLIGENCE (INT) : 89

AGILITY (AGI) : 90

ACCURACY (ACC) : 100

EVADE (EVD) : 67

CHARISMA (CHA): 88

Damage Resistances: Elemental Attacks (30% damage reduction) 

Condition Immunities: Exhaustion, Frightened, frozen, ranged attacks, Bludgeoning

Weak Against: Scorching 

THREAT LEVEL: none. 

Remark: You're really thinking about the threat level? Why would you feel threatened by your pet? You seriously need to go and get yourself checked out, your brain isn't in the right place. That is if you have one. And before you ask, yes, it's a she. Capish? 

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Arnold ignored the system's illogical remarks and proceeded reread about the dragon's stats and abilities. 

'Feeding her Tiamut's blood paid off. Her stats just skyrocketed!' Arnold thought while Gently patting the dragon's enormous head. 

Initially, Arnold was being conscious about the dragon and thought she wouldn't get along with the rest. But boy was he wrong. He had expected the dragon to lash out and go berserk but here she was wagging her tail like a lost puppy. The others were having fun with her too. However when Bad-Breath tried approaching her... The dragon kinda threw up on him... It was safe to say, that she (the dragon) didn't like his smell but Arnold could say that the feelings were mutual. Bad-Breath didn't like her either and Arnold couldn't blame him. After all, he wouldn't like someone who threw up on him either. 

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Would you like to name the dragon? 

Yes or No? 

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"Name her, huh?" Arnold mumbled. 

He had previously thought about various badass names as he was sure he would be asked to name the whatever creature came out of the egg but now that he got to meet the dragon, he wasn't sure those names suited her personality anymore. She just wasn't like what he was expecting, at all. 

"How about... Scylla?" (Author's note: Scylla means 'Dragon monster's in Greek and yes, I changed the dragon's name as well as the title of the chapter. Sorry for any inconvenience.) 

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Request Acknowledged.

The Dragon has been renamed as Scylla.

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While Arnold was naming her, he realised a big problem. His summons living in the domain were either dead, made by him or created by his abilities. All in all, no one inside was alive and hence they didn't need to eat for survival. Unlike Scylla. Arnold wasn't even sure what even did the dragons feed upon, to begin with. 

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Dragons are carnivorous being. 

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'That should've been obvious... Sigh, what wrong with me?'

That meant he would have to feed her monster meat. He wasn't going to feed her human flesh. No sir. And luckily, he had an abundance of corpses to feed Scylla. Now since that was taken care of he started thinking about the next thing, Accommodation. 

Although Scylla was huge, she wouldn't have any problems with living inside the domain for now. Arnold didn't want anyone to know about his monster pet. Enough rumours were travelling about him, thrashing his image, and he didn't want to add fuel to the fire. Only God knows how everyone would react once they discovered he had befriended a dragon.

Moreover, the domain was huge. Scylla could even fly whenever she wanted. There were no restrictions or anything. Also, he wanted Scylla to be his secret weapon and so he decided it was best for her to stay in the domain. For now at the very least. 

Scylla soon got busy 'playing' with his summons, especially Asterios. It wasn't much of 'playing' because Asterios was get thrashed all over the place. It was then Talos approached Arnold.

Arnold had handed the Celestial silver cube to Talos so that he could analyse it before Arnold started working on the metal. 

"So what do you think?" Arnold asked Talos while he analysed the celestial silver cube one last time. 

"Master can forge bullets out of it if he pleases to but," Talos replied, "It might not be a good idea to use generic guns to fire those."

"I thought the same thing." Arnold stroked her bearded chin, "The guns might get destroyed when I use them. Although Vindicator is tough and can be used as a 'club'. I don't think it'll be enough to handle firing a God slaying bullet."

Talos handed the cube back to his master before replying, "That's one of the issues master, but the bigger issue is the range of the explosion."

"Range of explosion?"

"Yes, master. Essentially, this cube is a handheld nuke. Actually, it's way worse than that. But that being said, the range of explosion varies with the amount of material used. Yet if we use too little material, then it might not be enough to kill something like Tiamut. Yet if we used too much it can destroy half of the continent. Not to mention, master, you might not be immune to the effects of the weapon either. If you fire the weapon at a close range, chances are you could perish along with your target."

"Okay, so what do you suggest? A should use a sniper rifle or something?"

"A sniper would be perfect." Talos replied looking at Scylla playfully bitting Asterios' tail, "I can't believe that, that thing is a monster. No offence."

"Haha, don't worry about it. She might be playful but she is deadlier than anyone of you. So please try not to let anyone piss her off in my absence, will you? I don't want to come here and see that Avalon has been destroyed or never mind, you get the gist." Arnold waved his hand around and stored the cube in his inventory. 

"I'll try my best not to disappoint you." Talos gave Arnold a quick bow. 

Both of them went back to observing the Dragon. Tiamut's body had been disassembled. He now knows exactly what he wanted to make out of the material block. The forge was about to be completed and with Scylla's addition to his private army, he was ready to take down the swamp. Life was going good. Well as good as one could expect it to be. 

The only thing bugging him now was the unidentified individual or organisation which helped the Brazilians attack him. Devon was his only suspect till now and once they had taken care of the swamps he could interrogate him to know the truth. But he couldn't help thinking, what if it was someone else? An enemy he didn't know existed? 

These were the questions he couldn't get the answer to. Not for now at least. But he could enjoy the moment he was having now and hopefully, everything would go as planned.