The forest trembled.
A thunderous crack shook the canopy as a massive boar-like beast slammed into a tree, splitting the trunk in half. Before it could recover, a shadow swept over it—vast wings blotting out the sun.
John descended like a falling meteor.
His claws tore through flesh and bone. The earth shook again as the beast collapsed under his weight, its dying roar swallowed by the overwhelming presence of the dragon standing atop it.
Another kill.
Another surge of heat beneath his scales.
Another step toward Tier 6.
John exhaled slowly, dark smoke spilling from his nostrils. The boar twitched once more before going still.
He didn't savor the victory.
He didn't need to.
He was hunting with purpose now—not just for food, not for dominance, but for growth. Every beast that stepped into his domain became fuel. Every threat he found was an opportunity.
His domain had expanded again. And with that expansion came more challengers.
More prey.
His wings opened, scattering dust and leaves as he moved deeper into what had become the borderlands of his territory. The beasts here were stronger—more aggressive, more feral. They fought instead of fleeing. Some even attempted ambushes.
It didn't matter.
None of them could stop him anymore.
A rustle sounded to his right.
John didn't need to look. His tail whipped out, spine-tipped, and pierced through the skull of a lurking beast creeping toward him.
It dropped without a sound.
He pulled his tail free, flicking the blood onto the forest floor.
A faint hum rang in his head.
The system.
[EXP gained: 2,920]
[Level: 49 → 50]
[Level Up Achieved.]
[Tier Advancement approaching.]
John's eyes glowed.
He could feel it—his mana core pulsing unevenly, expanding in bursts. His bones felt heavier, denser. His muscles ached, as if preparing to swell with new strength. A fiery pressure built in his chest, crawling along his throat.
He was close.
One more push.
One more kill.
One more step.
But as the thrill of nearing Tier 6 washed through him, a thought surfaced—sharp, urgent.
His evolution.
What came next?
Was Tier 6 enough? Would his rank as a Dragon Child change? Or—was he still only scratching the surface of what he was supposed to become?
John slowed his pace, stepping into a small clearing where the light filtered through the trees like broken glass. The air was quiet. Still. A perfect moment to ask.
"System," he called out, his voice low, resonant. "What is my next evolution?"
The response came instantly.
Cold.
Mechanical.
[Next Evolution Requirement: Not yet met.]
John narrowed his eyes. "I didn't ask if I met it. I asked what it is."
Silence—then:
[Evolution Path: Dragon Child → Dragon Teen.]
[Conditions:]
[1. Reach Tier 10.]
[2. Fulfill one Evolution Catalyst.]
John froze.
Then laughed—a deep, incredulous sound. "Tier ten? Seriously?"
He shook his head. The ground cracked under his claws.
"System, Tier 6 is already an apex rank for monsters. Tier 7 and above are near-mythical. Tier 8 beasts are rare enough that most creatures never even see them. Tier 9? Legends. And Tier 10—"
A pause.
"That's… impossible."
He meant it. Dragons were powerful, but this world was not kind. He'd struggled just to reach Tier 5 High. Pushing into Tier 6 was already a monumental leap. To reach Tier 10… that was a mountain towering beyond the horizon.
But the system wasn't finished.
[Correction: Your estimation of power tiers is limited.]
John's wings stiffened.
"…Explain."
[Monsters classify power based on their limited understanding of higher existences.]
[Your knowledge is shallow because you have only encountered beasts in a restricted, low-tier environment.]
[True world power structure exceeds common monster tiers.]
[Dragon evolution ranks are independent of local monster classifications.]
John blinked slowly.
Independent?
Meaning that Tier 10 was not the peak for dragons—but merely the requirement for the next phase of their growth.
"…So I'm basically a toddler compared to an adult dragon," he muttered.
[Affirmative.]
"And Tier 10 is just… the baseline?"
[Correct.]
John's chest tightened—not with fear, but with realization.
He truly was nothing yet.
A growing beast in an isolated forest. A hatchling in a world ruled by beings far above anything he'd encountered. Even the monstrous presence at the lake—the one that had watched him—was probably something beyond the tier system he knew.
A chill slid down his spine.
"…Then what exactly is the power scale of this world?"
[You are not authorized to access higher-level information until Evolution Catalyst is fulfilled.]
John snarled in irritation. "Why not?"
[Protection Protocol: Premature knowledge may result in fatal decision-making.]
He fell silent.
That… actually made sense.
If he knew too much now—if he learned about beings that could erase him by exhaling—his instincts might push him to challenge them anyway.
Dragons were prideful by nature.
Too prideful.
And sometimes, pride killed.
John inhaled deeply, letting the hot air fill his lungs.
"Fine. Then tell me this—what is the Evolution Catalyst?"
The system paused.
Longer than usual.
[Answer limited.]
[Hints available.]
"Well," John muttered, "a hint is better than nothing. Give it."
[Hint: Evolution Catalyst requires external influence.]
[Hint: Evolution Catalyst requires another intelligent being.]
[Hint: Evolution Catalyst may involve contract, acknowledgment, conflict, or bond.]
John stared at the glowing text.
A slow realization dawned on him.
"…So I need someone. A person. A real intelligent being."
Not beasts.
Not monsters.
Not even the lake creature.
Someone who could speak, think, reason.
Someone like—
"Elves," he whispered.
The rumors suddenly felt more important than ever.
If elves existed… they might be tied to his evolution. Or at least provide the catalyst he needed. A confrontation, a pact, an alliance, a battle—something involving them would trigger the requirement.
But that also meant something else:
He couldn't afford to meet them weak.
If he needed elves for evolution—
Then they were powerful enough that their acknowledgment mattered.
That thought alone was terrifying.
And exhilarating.
John looked up at the sky, wings rustling as he stretched them out.
"Tier 10…" he murmured. "If that's the path… then I'll walk it."
He turned, eyes glowing with renewed resolve.
"But first—I need Tier 6."
He prowled back into the forest, each step heavy with purpose.
A distant roar answered him—deep, challenging, shaking the branches.
John smiled.
The next challenger had arrived.
His evolution awaited.
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