{I made a mistake in the last chapter, instead of having High-tier spawners also spawn dragons and dragonoids, it should spawn all other Heteromorphic but Dragonoid, Dragons, and undead. Fairy, Elemental, Slime, and such things are randomly summoned with the High Tier spawner; only the world tier spawners spawn dragons and dragonoids.
By the way, all spawners spawn low, mid, high, and world tier spawners. Pretty much, 1 spawner is responsible for spawning everything, with the world tier spawn being their commander. Sorry for any confusion... if there is confusion, please speak so I can try and clear things up.
So, as soon as Dravak leveled up, he received three stat points to distribute as he pleased. But that wasn't all. Alongside the stat points, he was also granted four skill points—another crucial resource in YGGDRASIL's progression system.
Now, what exactly were skill points? Skill points were used to level up Job Classes and Racial Levels. When viewing Dravak's character sheet, you'd see numbers next to each job class and racial path—those numbers represented their current level, determined by how many skill points had been invested.
These classes and levels were divided into basic tiers first. Basic levels could go up to 15 per class or race. Each level came with benefits, and those benefits varied depending on what was being leveled.
Job Classes granted two stat points per level, Racial Levels, on the other hand, worked differently depending on the type of race.
For demi-humans, racial levels gave one stat point per level.
For Heteromorphic races, like Dravak's, they granted two stat points per level.
As for human-type races, they didn't gain racial levels at all. Their growth came purely from job classes, which further limited their total stat potential.
The High Tier came next. It consisted of up to 10 levels, building on top of the basic tier. For Job Classes, each level in the High Tier granted 4 stat points.
For Racial Levels, the benefits varied by race. Demi-humans received 2 stat points per level, while Heteromorphic races—like Dravak—received 4 stat points per level.
Then came the Rare Tier, which was even more exclusive. It had a total of 5 levels and offered significantly greater rewards per level.
In this tier, Job Classes gave 11 stat points per level—a massive increase compared to the previous tiers.
As for Racial Levels, demi-humans gained 9 stat points per level, while Heteromorphic races received 10 stat points per level, making it one of the most efficient ways for those races to boost their power.
After getting enough XP, Humans only received 1 skill point per level. Demi-humans got slightly more, earning 2 skill points per level. Heteromorphic races gained the most—3 skill points each time they leveled up.
Dravak, however, was different. He gained 4 skill points per level.
That alone was a clear hint at how much the game had tried to limit him—how much the developers had scaled back his potential to keep him from becoming too 'overpowered'. The job class Dragon God Wisdom had been something Dravak created himself, but the developers had slipped in a side effect when implementing it. They allowed the increased skill point gain, but at the cost of other design limitations—an intentional check on his growth.
Regardless, with 4 skill points and 3 stat points at his disposal, Dravak didn't waste any time. His goal was to evolve into a hatchling as quickly as possible. With that in mind, he allocated all of his stat points into his Egg attributes—feeding his transformation path directly.
After all was done, he had gained a total of 8 stat points from having his racial level reach level 4, from reaching level 2, and he made sure every single one of them was put to good use.
Once that was done, he gave the order to summon another goblin.
Approximate Status
HP: 4 -> 4
MP: 0 -> 4
Phy. Atk.: 4 -> 4
Phy. Def.: 5 -> 6
Agility: 3 -> 6
Mag. Atk.: 0 -> 0
Mag. Def.: 5 -> 7
Resistance: 5 -> 7
Special Ability: 2 -> 2
That was how Dravak used his stats; he ignored MP for now, since he didn't have any way to use it without spells to cast… so a few hours passed, and soon Dravak called up his stats for a final look while putting on the best gear for his current level as he got ready to step outside.
[Name: X
Level: 30
Racial Level: Egg {15)
Hatchling {15)
Baby Dragonoid {15}
Young Dragonoid {15}
Young Adult Dragonoid {10}
Aduit Dragonoid {1}
Dragonoid Lord {0)
Dragonoid Emperor {0} [Locked]
Primordial Chaos Dragonoid {0} [Locked]
Job Classes:
World Champion {0}
YGGDRASIL Strongest {0} [Locked]
Dragon Knowledge {4}
Dragon God Wisdom {5}
Primordial Truths {0} [Locked]
Throne Of Chaos {0} [Locked]
Approximate Status
HP: 34
MP: 43
Phy. Atk.: 44
Phy. Def.: 46
Agility: 46
Mag. Atk.: 42
Mag. Def.: 42
Resistance: 40
Special Ability: 32
Total: 369]}
Dravak equipped his gear and watched as his stats surged—jumping by a full 40%. With that boost, his total stats reached 516, placing him at a level where he could confidently fight opponents at level 55 or even higher.
A 40% stat increase was no small feat. In fact, such a boost could only be achieved through the use of a World-Class gear. No standard gear or legendary drop could replicate that kind of power.
After equipping everything, Dravak didn't stop there. He made sure to take time and go over his arsenal—confirming that he had learned a solid number of spells and skills, and more importantly, that he knew how to use them. He didn't want to walk into a battle only to lose because he hadn't fully grasped his own capabilities.
So far, he had already learned a total of 300 spells/skills, with 300 additional spell slots still open and available. But for now, he chose to leave them empty. He'd save those for later.
Dravak stepped outside of his guild and took a deep breath of the open air. It had been so long since he'd breathed anything like this. The air was so heavily polluted back on Earth that, in theory, one could drop dead just from inhaling too much of it.
He stood still for a moment, letting the silence settle around him. Then he turned and looked back, carefully studying his guild's exterior. He examined every detail, every layer of protection, making sure that it was fully secure. He needed to be certain—no one could be allowed to stumble upon it by chance.
Once everything seemed properly in place, he walked a bit farther out, putting some distance between himself and the guild. Then, when he was confident that no trace of its location would be revealed, he began casting a spell. [Remote Viewing.
This spell allowed him to… well, remotely view the world around him. As the name suggested, it gave him the ability to scout areas from a distance, seeing places far beyond his physical reach. Normally, the spell came with a strict range limit, capping how far a user could see.
But Dravak had long bypassed that limitation. By equipping the World-Class Item [Star Seizing], he had completely removed the spell's range restriction, allowing him to look across entire worlds without concern for distance.
"Perfect." It took some time, but eventually, Dravak saw exactly what he had been searching for—the Hidden Leaf Village.
Yes, this was the first world he had chosen to visit. This world had everything he needed. He wasn't just here to gain power. He was also searching for a floor guardian, and this world had both in abundance. So why wouldn't he come here first? It had it all.
If he could get his hands on the power of the Ten-Tails, or even the strength of the Sage of Six Paths, wouldn't that be more than enough to destroy entire planets? Of course, Dravak wasn't planning to stop there. He had his eyes set on other worlds—places like the Dragon Ball universe, My Hero Academia, and several others. Each verse held its own set of overpowered beings, and Dravak intended to claim the best of them as his floor guardians.
"Well, let's go see," he said calmly, opening a gate that led directly to the Hidden Leaf Village. He stepped forward without hesitation. Fear? He didn't feel any.
His defensive stats were simply too high to care about what waited for him on the other side. He wasn't a human, after all. The kinds of attacks that could kill even the strongest shinobi would struggle to make a dent in him.
As a dragon, Dravak possessed universal resistances and defenses. There were no weak points to exploit. No elemental affinities that could bypass his resilience. Nothing—absolutely nothing—would be super effective against him. A blade to the neck could kill even the strongest of shinobi, but for him, the blade would have a harder time piercing through his flesh, and a harder time doing damage to him with his resistances and many other things.
***
The Hidden Leaf was lively, full of motion and sound. On the busy streets, among the crowd, a blonde-haired boy with striking blue eyes walked quietly, his gaze cast downward. He didn't need to look up to know what kind of stares followed him.
He could feel them—disgust, fear, disdain, hatred, anger, and so many more emotions, all directed his way. The weight of those feelings clung to him with every step he took.
He tried his best to ignore them. After all, this had been his reality since birth. These were the only kinds of emotions people had ever shown him. He had long grown used to them.
But then his steps came to a sudden halt. From the corner of his eye, he noticed a family seated inside a restaurant—laughing and smiling while enjoying a meal together. They talked cheerfully as they ate, completely at peace with the world around them.
His eyes landed on a child, about the same age as him—around five years old—laughing and eating with visible joy, completely lost in the moment. As he watched the boy's bright, carefree smile, he couldn't help but imagine himself in that seat, surrounded by warmth and affection. For just a brief second, he pictured those parents as his own, imagined himself laughing and talking with them as if he belonged.
Then it shattered. "You! Get out of here!" A loud roar snapped him out of the daydream.
His head jerked up to see the owner of the restaurant glaring at him. There was rage in the man's eyes… and something else—fear.
The boy looked around. Everyone in the restaurant had stopped eating. Every face was turned toward him, and every expression was the same. A cold, judging look that was filled with emotions he had grown far too familiar with.
Lowering his head, he turned to walk away, forcing himself to ignore the stares. But just as he took a step, his attention snapped back to the restaurant owner, who had picked up a rock from the ground.
The boy's eyes widened in fear. Before he could react, the man hurled the rock straight at him. It flew through the air and struck him hard in the head, the impact echoing across the quiet street.
He stumbled backward, falling to the ground as his small hands clutched at his forehead. Blood began to trickle down his face, warm and wet. The pain was sharp, making his eyes sting, and though he wanted to cry, he gritted his teeth and held it in. He tried to stand, to run—anything to get away.
But it didn't stop there. Others followed suit. More people picked up rocks. More were thrown. Yet none of them ever hit.
Out of the blood, a man in a white suit suddenly appeared. He raised one hand, and with effortless precision, caught every single rock thrown his way—holding them perfectly between his fingers as if they weighed nothing at all.
"Picking on a little kid… You all must be so proud," Dravak said, mocking, his voice carrying through the silence as he slowly crushed the rocks in his hand. The stones crumbled into fine dust, slipping between his gloved fingers and scattering into the wind.
Instantly, the villagers took a step back, fear flashing across their faces. The casual display of power was more than enough to send a clear message.
Dravak turned his attention toward the boy. "You alright, kid?" he asked, his tone relaxed, accompanied by a faint smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Y-Yes," the boy replied, his voice trembling. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. In Dravak's eyes, there was none of the usual disgust, fear, or hatred he had grown up with—none of the cold looks he had become so used to. This gaze was different. It held no judgment. It made him feel… strange.