The Villain's Story Chapter [474] Stefan Caraval(3)

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 d.a.m.n 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.]

[t.i.tles: Chosen of the Chaos Supreme, Chosen of the Frost Supreme, Phoenix Blood liner...]

[Attributes:]

Strength: B+

Speed:B+

Endurance:B+

Intelligence: C+

Charm: B-

Mana:B+

[Affinities: Chaos (Supreme), Frost (Supreme), s.p.a.ce (Superior).]

[Skills: Ice Dragon Transformation, Ice Draconian Transformation, Ice Blast, Gravitational Manipulation...]

Reading the status carefully, he had a look of confusion on his face. Using mana to observe the condition of the body, he was confused even more.

'Strange, he can easily enter A-rank, so why is he still at B?'

James wondered, a.s.sessing his current abilities.

It was nighttime, and since his status was that of a barbarian slave, he was staying in the stables. He hadn't sworn loyalty to Stefan, like the knights, so he was not granted access. Jame's preferred this, however. He had no qualms laying on top of hay and hearing the occasional 'neigh' of a horse. He preferred this over Stefan.

'Quite strange.'

He mused, as he rested his head on his hands, staring at the wooden ceiling.

'He's trying to awaken Aura, how stupid.'

He almost let a boisterous laugh. He had to hold himself back from laughing so much, when he was faced with such stupidity.

'Oh you young dragon...when will you realize.'

He smirked, as he went through Alan's memories once more.

"A strange element indeed..."

After he was done laughing at Alan, He reached out his hand and activated the spatial mana that resided in his body. Looking at the cloud-like mana in his hands, which contained glimpses of stars and nebulas, he enjoyed waving his hand around, observing how the mana moved.

"s.p.a.ce huh... Never even saw a single supreme of it."

In all his life, in Ara.n.u.s's body of course, he never saw a single creature wield this element as it's main element. It was so rare that even the textbooks back in Dragonis, the dragon capital, had little about it. Only some basic things, like teleportation and gate travel. And coordinates.

"I wonder how he got this..."

Jame's had always been plagued by this question, but just thought that since Alan became independent, he manifested his own element. Instead of just using his or Ara.n.u.s's. It was probably a lucky chance he ended up with s.p.a.ce. A very lucky chance.

He stood up, the hay beneath him made his back itch. He walked outside the stables, and saw a lone campfire.

'A campfire? At this time, with no one?'

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 t.i.tle "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 s.p.a.ce, 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 s.p.a.ce 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.