Ancient Dragon in Arknights

"No...he can't absorb too much energy, Feng might undergo unpredictable changes."

This is the most troublesome situation. The patient is in great pain, but all medications are "allergenic substances" for him, and there is no way to treat him.

"Nesario, stay focused, don't let your guard down... You have to get through this on your own."

"Ah—! Hiss... Ha..."

Nesario gasped for breath, his chest heaving as the spikes pierced his body, blood gushing out continuously, but his extraordinary regenerative abilities constantly replenished his body.

The process lasted about half an hour, with the hunters keeping watch over their surroundings and Azure Star keeping an eye on Nesario's condition.

Eventually, his condition improved, but he was completely exhausted.

To the hunters' disbelief, Neltharion's body dissolved into golden specks of light and slowly vanished—he had returned to Terra.

......

"!"

Awakening from the chaos and panic, Nesario's pupils dilated and contracted repeatedly, a sign of his lingering shock.

He struggled to get out of bed and rushed into the bathroom in a disheveled state. The clear mirror reflected his figure—his silver-white hair was slightly messy, black horns grew on his head like a crown, and even his panicked face revealed a cold and stern look; his upper body was naked, with full muscles, beautiful lines, and fair skin—the type that noblewomen liked the most.

Normally, Nesario might have been in the mood to show off, but today he had absolutely no such inclination.

His sharp gaze swept over his body inch by inch, not missing a single corner—and finally, he discovered something unusual.

A different color appeared near the collarbone on the side closest to the heart—the originally fair skin had gray areas, and when touched, it didn't feel warm and smooth, but rather slightly hard and cold—it was actually a scale!

Neltharion is a dragon, and growing scales should be the happiest thing for him, because the more animal features he has, the purer his bloodline is.

Terrans have two sets of aesthetics: one is human aesthetics, which focuses on facial features, body shape, and appearance; the other is orc aesthetics, which focuses on the sharpness of claws and teeth, the thickness of tails, the luster of fur, the color of scales, and so on.

Nesario's human appearance is already considered above average, and with a touch of atavistic features, it's safe to say that many Vyvan girls would be willing to have something happen with him if he just beckoned.

But he was clearly not thinking about these things at the moment. He had already accepted the characteristics of the two dragons, including the dragon-slaying technique which included exoskeleton specialization, but he had not developed this feature.

First of all, the exoskeleton is too conspicuous and inconvenient, making it unsuitable for everyday use; these scales are clearly from Nergigante, and Neltharion never even considered growing Nergigante scales!

This guy just appeared on his own...

Nesario didn't try to tear off the scale. He knew very well that the previous spikes had been able to pull it out because of the overflow of energy; this scale didn't signify "excessive energy," but rather a deeper infection.

“A single scale...this is the first territory you have claimed.”

Neltharion entered his death countdown; as time progressed, he would inevitably be devoured by Nergigante. He simply wasn't qualified to fight Nergigante—the mere sight of it forced him to his knees, writhing in agony.

"But... why did I attack it back then...?"

Although Neltharion's memory was hazy, he still vaguely felt that he had punched Nergigante's wing.

The out-of-control "he" did not stand with Nergigante; instead, he bravely launched an attack on Nergigante.

"Because of my will?"

Although Neltharion was in great pain, his will did not falter. He wished he could kill Nergigante with a single punch, but the intense pain in his body broke his spine.

'When the body is in dire straits, willpower will carry you out of the predicament.'

"In other words... I must possess an overwhelming willpower to overwhelm Nergigante..."

This joke isn't funny... According to the Azure Star's records, Nergigante has been active in the world for a long time.

It has experienced more years, battles, and carnage than Neltharion has in his two lifetimes; its will is as indestructible as its seemingly solidified killing intent.

"I need to make a change..."

Jingle Bell--

Nesario splashed cold water on his face, the icy water calming his earlier panic and anxiety. Just then, his communicator rang.

"Fischer?"

"Let me guess, you've probably just gotten up and are washing your face right now?"

"Monitoring your roommate is not a good habit."

"This is just a summary and application of patterns; it's a very simple trick."

How well does Fisher know himself? Nesario never set a schedule for his life; he simply followed a routine, only his biological clock was too punctual.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Nesario's mind—those involved are often confused, while bystanders see things clearly.

Nesario's self-reflection failed to uncover his own problem, stemming from a lack of resolve. Perhaps those around him saw it more clearly?

"I need to inform you of something. That Dogtooth Gang boss is troublesome."

"How to say?"

"He has already applied for assistance from Syracuse, and according to legal procedures, his trial will be held in Syracuse."

"What he did could endanger the entire city of Lontinim."

"There is no evidence—right now, the only evidence against him is that he ran a gang, and then robbed and illegally traded; this is too trivial to warrant serious action."

That's how the law works—in Colombia, all sorts of master criminals and top lawyers have achieved all sorts of unacceptable "acquittals."

“But there’s still a chance—that guy specifically asked to see you. So, the purpose of this call is to convey this message.”

"...Have I been exposed?"

"No one will hold you accountable."

See, this is the benefit of working for the government; minor mistakes can be tolerated.

"I'll be there soon."

Chapter 122 I Mocking Your Faith and You Yourself

You have thirty minutes.

"Thank you."

Nesario entered the visiting room—a layer of bulletproof glass divided the room into two areas, allowing the two sides to communicate via a wired communicator connected to each other through the glass.

The boss of the Fang Clan was already waiting on the far left.

"First, let me introduce myself. My name is Lazio Rossi. I'm just a nobody from Syracuse, but I've had the good fortune to establish my own family in Lentinium."

"Nesario, a Colombian, destroyed his first gang stronghold when he was 15. Could he be considered... a partner of justice?"

"Hahaha...a partner of justice? Sorry...that term is used in Syracuse culture to mock."

"Of course I know. A bunch of incompetent good-for-nothings band together to form a family and then bully those defenseless, pitiful guys. What kind of justice is there in a place like this?"

Each race in Terra has its own culture, and each race has its own focus. After realizing this, Nesario understood the true meaning of insults—specifically targeting other people's sore spots.

The Syracuseans place great importance on the so-called "family," that is, the authority of the gang, godfather, and godmother.

"Take back that statement! Immediately!"

"What I said was wrong!? You child's play. You, Syracuse, even those so-called families—in my eyes, they're all trash!"

Clearly, Nesario's insult to the "family" enraged Lazio, who bared his fangs, adopted a fierce attitude, and slammed his fist into the glass in front of him.

But Nesario wasn't having any of it. He retaliated with even more insults, and slammed his fist into the glass. Compared to Lazio's quiet commotion, Nesario's punch seemed to shake the entire room, making one wonder if the top-quality bulletproof glass could actually stop him.

Police officers who were monitoring the area outside tried to break in and pull Nesario away, but Fisher firmly stopped them, wanting to see what would happen.

Nesario's words were not unfounded; in his eyes, Syracuse's family culture was the biggest joke.

Cattle and sheep travel in herds, but true predators roam alone.

Although Neltharion traveled with the hunters, their eyes and weapons were all aimed at the stronger ones, and they resolutely dragged those arrogant dragons to the ground.

And what about those so-called families in Syracuse?

They plundered the people's wealth and kept ordinary people as sustenance for their families.

Nesario had no sense of justice, but he despised those hypocrites who wore suits and ties and proclaimed to the world that "elegance and loyalty are the hallmarks of Syracuse."

"You came all this way to see me just to preach your ridiculous family values, didn't you?"

Nesario didn't forget his business. He was also curious about why this guy had come to him. It couldn't just be to mock him, could it?

"I know what you're looking for."

"!"

The police and Nesario outside were all on high alert. The Fang Gang actually had leads?!

Several police inspectors were eager to get promoted, as the opportunity was right in front of them!

"But I have no idea what that is. If the Fang Gang hadn't disbanded, I might have been able to do my part. As for now... hehe."

"..."

[Nesario, ask him what his conditions are.]

Just then, Fischer's voice rang in Nessario's ears—Lazio on the other side of the glass showed no change in expression; clearly, this was only meant for Nessario to hear.

'This thing has so many functions?'

It seems the police in Lentinium are quite capable; this communicator alone can play a very clever role in political struggles.

"Conditions? Isn't that what gangsters love most? There's nothing that can't be negotiated, it's just that the price isn't right."

"Heh... I want you to kneel before me, atone for your sins against my family in the manner of the Syracuse Cathedral, and cut off your right hand."

"..."

Nesario remained silent, as if he were struggling with a decision; outside the room, the police began to argue.

Some police officers, unaware of Nesario's complicated background, decided to grant the request. After all, in their eyes, Nesario was also a "criminal" who had massacred some members of the Fang Gang, and Lontinim would not allow any more deaths!

With this leverage in hand, Nezario and Lazio are both easy targets; in the end, one was deported to Syracuse and the other to Colombia.

However, some police inspectors who knew the identities of the students at the Nesario Military Academy stopped them from pursuing their ideas. Anything involving the military would become incredibly troublesome, and they had already lost enough hair recently; they couldn't afford to add to their workload!

"I'm so disappointed. I thought... you would use the intelligence you had to achieve greater benefits, such as international interests in Victoria and Syracuse. If that were the case, perhaps I would have thought more highly of you... but this is it?"

In fact, Lazio originally had much bigger ambitions; they wanted to uphold the dignity of Nezario.

Nesario had no doubt that if he accepted this condition, he would lose control of his mind the next moment. Odogaron was a fierce hunter. It rolled in the mud, but its pride was not weak. Even the ancient dragons had never knelt down to it.

Needless to say, the Dragon Slayer is a creature known as the "Dragon Warrior," who would rather die in the wilderness than retract its tail.