John woke before the tremor came.
That alone told him how serious things had become.
His eyes snapped open in the darkness of the cave, pupils narrowing as his senses stretched outward. For a brief moment, there was nothing—just the familiar stone ceiling, the faint glow of mana crystals embedded in the walls, the scent of blood and scorched earth that had long since become part of his lair.
Then the ground shuddered.
Not violently. Not enough to collapse stone.
Just enough to be *felt*.
John rose slowly, every muscle tightening. The tremor rolled through the earth like a distant heartbeat, deep and steady, separated by long intervals. Whatever was causing it moved with deliberate pace, unhurried, unconcerned with hiding its presence.
"It's closer," John murmured.
He didn't need the system to tell him that.
Over the past few days, the forest itself had changed. Birds—what few dared to fly this deep—had vanished. Even Tier 5 predators no longer prowled openly. The land felt tense, stretched thin, as if something enormous was pressing against it from afar.
John stepped out of the cave, wings unfolding as he climbed into the air. From above, his domain looked intact—trees standing, rivers flowing—but his instincts painted a darker picture. Fear was spreading. Not panic, not chaos, but something more primal.
*Submission.*
Creatures were moving away from a single direction.
The west.
John's gaze followed that invisible line.
"…So that's where you're coming from."
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#### **Preparation Over Pride**
He landed again, claws biting into stone.
A few days ago, his first instinct would've been to charge toward the threat, to meet it head-on and test his strength. That instinct was still there, simmering beneath his scales, urging him forward.
But he ignored it.
That thing was stronger than any Tier 7 he had fought. Stronger than the two he had killed together. Stronger than the ones that ruled the southern forest.
Charging blindly would be suicide.
"I need to be ready," he said quietly. "As ready as I can be."
That meant one thing.
He needed to push himself past his limits—*now*.
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#### **Forcing Growth**
John took to the skies again, this time heading south and southeast, toward the densest clusters of remaining high-tier monsters. He didn't hide his presence. He didn't restrain his aura.
He let the forest know he was hunting.
The response was immediate.
A massive Tier 6 horned beast charged from the undergrowth, bellowing in challenge. John met it head-on, claws flashing. The fight was short and brutal. He crushed its skull and tore out its core without slowing down.
[EXP Gained: 9,800]
Another followed. Then another.
Some fled. Some fought.
None survived.
John moved like a storm, striking with precision born of countless battles. He conserved mana where possible, relying on physical strength, letting **Scale Hardening** and **Predator's Instinct** guide him. When monsters tried to ambush him, he sensed them before they moved. When they coordinated, he broke their formation with overwhelming force.
Hours blurred together.
[EXP Gained: 12,400]
[EXP Gained: 7,300]
[Predator's Instinct Proficiency Increased]
His body burned with exertion, but something else burned hotter—pressure. A tightness in his core, like power trying to break through a shell that was no longer enough to contain it.
"Not yet," he growled through clenched teeth. "Just a little more."
---
#### **A Dangerous Hunt**
Late into the night, John sensed it.
Another Tier 7.
This one was alone.
Its aura was sharp and aggressive, radiating territorial fury rather than patience. A massive avian monster perched atop a broken cliff, wings spanning wider than John's own, feathers edged like blades.
**Stormrend Roc** — Tier 7.
Lightning crackled faintly along its wings as it screamed its challenge into the sky.
John didn't hesitate.
He attacked from below, forcing the Roc into the air where its size worked against it. The sky lit up with thunder as talons clashed and lightning tore through the clouds. John took several hits—burning pain lancing through his scales—but he pressed in relentlessly.
He couldn't afford a drawn-out battle.
So he took a risk.
He flew *into* the lightning.
Dark mana surged through his scales, his body screaming in protest as electricity coursed over him. He forced his jaws open and released a point-blank blast of compressed dark flame straight into the Roc's chest.
The explosion shattered the night sky.
The Roc screamed once—then fell.
John landed hard, breathing heavily, smoke rising from his scales.
[EXP Gained: 46,000]
[Level Up]
He stood there for a long moment, letting the rain wash over him, chest heaving.
"…That's enough," he muttered.
He felt it now.
The threshold.
---
#### **Standing on the Edge**
John returned to his cave before dawn, every muscle aching, every breath heavy. He collapsed onto the stone floor, wings twitching as exhaustion finally caught up to him.
"Status," he rasped.
The familiar screen unfolded.
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**[Status]**
Name: John Davis
Race: Black Dragon (Dragon Child Rank – Tier 5 High)
Level: 64
EXP: 148,200 / 150,000
HP: 9,200 / 9,200
MP: 7,400 / 7,400
Strength: 525
Defense: 490
Agility: 450
Intelligence: 360
Perception: 425
Skills:
• Dark Flame Breath (Lv. 6 – High Proficiency)
• Predator's Instinct (Lv. 9)
• Aerial Mastery (Lv. 6)
• Scale Hardening (Lv. 7)
• Spatial Storage (Lv. 2)
• Territorial Authority – Monster deterrence increased by 20%
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"So close…" John whispered.
Tier 6 was within reach. One more major fight. One more push.
But even as satisfaction flickered through him, the ground trembled again.
Stronger this time.
Closer.
John slowly turned his head toward the cave entrance.
The tremor wasn't just physical anymore. His mana reacted instinctively, coiling tight in his core. The air itself felt heavier, as if weighed down by something vast and approaching.
"…You're really coming," he said quietly.
There was no fear in his voice.
Only resolve.
---
#### **A Name Without Words**
Far to the west, beyond ridges John had never crossed and forests even Tier 7 monsters avoided, something massive moved.
Its passage flattened ancient trees. Stone cracked beneath its steps. Lesser monsters fled long before it arrived, driven by instincts older than memory.
It did not roar.
It did not hurry.
It simply walked.
Each step carried authority—the kind that did not need to announce itself.
And as it drew closer to John's expanding domain, the balance of the forest warped around it, bending in anticipation of conflict.
Back in his cave, John rose to his feet, wings slowly spreading.
"I don't know what you are," he said to the empty air, voice low and steady. "But if you've come for my territory… or for me…"
Dark flames flickered between his teeth.
"…then you'd better be ready."
The forest held its breath.
The inevitable was approaching.