101 Count Tharon!

"Count Tharon. The first time I spoke to him or to his RE: AWO counterpart – he made me kowtow to him and beg for his forgiveness. But I got back at him by making him kowtow to me 50 times, and I even killed him later," Dro thought. He walked up to Count Tharon, stopping an arm's length away from him. "Hello, Count."

Count Tharon frowned. "Do you have no manners at all? Bow your head, and only then greet me."

Dro shook his head. "No, I won't bow my head to you," he said; then he thought, "There are only six people that I would be willing to bow my head to Lucia, Fina, Dina, Vik, Ciel and Erylis. And no one else."

Count Tharon frowned deeper. "I am a Count! And you will treat me with the respect I deserve! Bow your head, fledgeling!"

Dro crossed his arms and harrumphed coldly, "And what if I refuse, Count?"

Count Tharon in one swift motion reached for his sword. His hand touched the sword's hilt, and the sword flew out of its sheath and towards Dro. But Dro didn't dodge or flinch.

Count Tharon stopped the sword an inch away from Dro's neck. "Or I will kill you. So what will it be, fledgeling?"

"No, I won't!" Dro howled out his last word as he used the skill . His energy got reduced by 40 and Count Tharon froze in place as he got stunned for 5 seconds. "You have made an enemy today, Count."

Count Tharon's pupils constricted. "Why can't I move or speak?!" he shouted out in his head; a few notification messages flashed in front of Dro.

Dro ran past Count Tharon the moment the first notification message flashed, but he didn't run towards the town. But towards the forest instead, and he thought while running towards the forest, "I have a few seconds until Count Tharon's stun ends and he comes to kill me. I have to hide in the forest, and do one of the two. I either, grind the wolves and werewolves in the forest until I am strong enough to stand up against Count Tharon. Or I wait for Riku to come and bring me to Erylis so that I could become the fifth progenitor, just like he did back in RE: AWO… No, I doubt that will happen… Count Tharon is and even if I get 45 attribute points per level up thanks to my Transcendent Werepire race it will still take a while. My most reasonable option is to take out all the werewolves and their leader, and barge into Erylis's castle with the werewolf leader's head."

Dro reached the forest's entrance, and he saw a wolf standing directly in his path.

Dro without stopping or waiting for anything, raised his left arm above his head, and a spear made out of blood formed in his raised arm's hand as he used the skill ; his blood got reduced by 35. And at the moment the spear made out of blood formed, he chugged it at the wolf. *SWOOSH!* The blood spear flew through the air and impaled the beast; damage floated above its head, , and it yelped out from pain and fell to the ground, dead; a few notification messages flashed in front of him.

Dro ran past the wolf and into the forest, not stopping to loot the monster that he killed. Running into the forest, he turned his body in the direction of the cave where the werewolf leader resided. On this path, 8 more wolves appeared, but he killed them all in a single or the when the was on cooldown; he got 800 experience points and he levelled up to .

After killing the last eighth wolf, and running a few yards more, Dro completely stopped as he saw a cave and a werewolf. The werewolf was sitting on the ground with open eyes and staring into the distance. His sitting posture was that of a human. His buttocks were touching the ground. His right foot was firmly placed on the ground and his right leg was straightened so the knee was on the same level as his chin. His right hand was resting on the knee, while his left knee was pointing sideways and his left hand was placed onto the ground.

"I will first allocate my attribute points," Dro thought. He extended his arm, clenched and unclenched his fist; the menu opened and he selected the option; a window opened.





"Just like always," Dro thought and allocated 78 points into Strength, 66 points into Dexterity, 42 points into Intellect and Vitality, 24 points into Spirit and the last 18 points into Luck. He looked over his attributes once more and closed the character window.





Dro looked at the werewolf and raised his left arm.

A spear made out of blood formed in Dro's arm's hand as he used the skill by spending 35 blood. And at the moment it formed, he threw it at the werewolf. *SWOOSH!* The blood spear flew through the air and impaled the werewolf; damage floated above the werewolf's head, , and he howled from pain. He turned his eyes to Dro, and at the moment his eyes landed on him, his eyes widened from shock, "Why are you doing?! Why are you attacking me, brother?!"

Dro extended his left arm and opened his palm, pointing it at the werewolf guard. "I am not your brother!" he said and a a bolt made out of blood flew out from his palm as he used the skill . *SWOOSH!* The werewolf's eyes widened and the bolt collided with werewolf's head; damage floated up above its head, ; it fell down to the ground dead; a few notification messages flashed.

Dro walked into the cave, and once he passed the cave's threshold, a notification message flashed before him, . "Fina is at the end of this cave…" he thought and walked into the cave

After walking 200 yards, the moonlight from the outside disappeared, but Dro continued walking as if nothing had changed.

After walking another 100 yards, the sound of water entered Dro's ears. But again, he continued as if nothing had changed. With each taken step, the sound of water got louder and louder.

After walking another 50 yards, Dro saw a faint light coming from the distance. But again, he continued as if nothing had changed. With each taken step, the light got brighter and brighter, and the sound of water got louder and louder.

Dro walked out into a large room. To the right there was a crashing waterfall, to the left there was a table with a bunch of papers, and in the middle there was a werewolf that was like all the other werewolves with black fur, yellow pupils and with no clothes, but unlike the others, this one had several wounds on its body; behind him there was a path that led further ahead.

Dro looked at the werewolf and raised his left arm above his head.
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