Chapter 15: Lord of Monsters

  Finally, the fmes ceased temporarily.

  Perhaps it was iional, or maybe due to a ck of reserves.

  The red dragon remained suspended high in the sky, coldly watg the wyvern below.

  By now, the wyvern was scorched bck, battered and in plete disarray, showing none of its earlier bravado.

  Yet its i recklessness and bativeness preve from thinking of escape in its iate; instead, it was furious and humiliated.

  "Roar~"

  The wyver out an almost maddened roar and vigorously fpped its wings, charging straight up towards the red dragon.

  Its thick tail curled slightly, muscles tensed, and the sharp stinger was ready to pierce, iing deadly wyvern venom upon tact.

  Just as it was about to close in,

  as it approached the dragon's scales,

  "Thunderwave." (in Draic)

  "Boom!"

  A thunderous crack erupted beh the clear sky.

  From Cassius’s body, a powerful sonic wave burst outward.

  The invisible wave instantly khe unprepared wyvern several meters away, throwing it off band causing it to lose trol, spiraling downward.

  The goblins watg below quickly covered their ears, and some of the more timid ones hid behind rocks, too scared to look up.

  As the wyvern plummeted, Cassius tiesting his spells.

  "Witch Bolt."

  A blue spear of crag energy shot from the red dragon’s mouth, rag toward the wyvern.

  The wyvern, uo dodge, was struck by the energy spear, its scales crag as the lightning energy left it writhing ireme pain.

  But it wasn’t over. A tinuous arc of electricity linked Cassius and the wyvern, delivering a relentless flow of magical lightning that ened the creature in faint sparks.

  "Boom!"

  The wyvern crashed to the ground, smoke rising from its charred body as it rolled lifelessly.

  "It's... it's falling!"

  "Help—"

  "Run—"

  The goblins panicked, scattering in all dires. Still, a few unlucky ones were crushed by the wyvern's massive body, meeting their end.

  Cassius paid no mind and desded gracefully.

  He walked step by step toward the fallen wyvern.

  A dozen wyverns had submitted to him.

  This wyvern, however, was unnecessary—a perfect didate to set an example.

  "Grrr..."

  The wounded wyvern weakly raised its head, emitting a feeble whimper, attempting to vey submission at the st moment.

  But the red dragoended a powerful cw, pressing down on its slender ned applying force.

  "ch."

  The sound of bones snapping echoed sharply.

  The wyvern's head froze in its terrified expression, devoid of life.

  The other wyverns, who had e alongside it, were stri with fear, quickly fpping their wings and gathering around the red dragon.

  The wyverns bowed their long necks, l their menag heads, emitting low, groaning sounds to signify their absolute submission to a stronger dragon.

  " Cassius Cudious Norrixius, your master." (in Draic)

  "Roar—"

  Standing atop the wyvern's corpse, the red drago out a triumphant roar.

  The wyverns, quick to follow suit, raised their heads and screeched, their voices rough and hoarse, as though celebrating the birth of a new ruler.

  After a long while, the red dragon finally released the wyverh him, utterly lifeless, and ordered the wyverns to take residen the cliffside caves within the valley.

  "Hang its head on the wall."

  "Extract the venom from its tail and make arrows."

  The red dragon instructed casually.

  "Yes, my mighty lord, your power is unrivaled," the hobgoblin said nearby, fttery in his tone, and promptly ordered the goblins to carry out the task.

  "S-sir, I’m afraid it might still be alive..."

  The gobliated, fearful, unwilling to approach the massive corpse.

  "Useless!"

  "What's the point of you!"

  The hobgoblin’s already red face flushed as he waved his whip.

  With the apanying scolding and whipping, the gobliantly overcame their fear and moved closer.

  From the distant cave, the chimera watched the dead wyvern, a hint of fear in its gaze.

  Langpu gazed at the wyvern’s corpse, marveling at the red dragon's strength and delighting in the effortless victory.

  "Our master will surely quer this world."

  Beside him, the ogre Big-Head leaned in and whispered, "Boss, there's so much meat on that big lizard. we let the boys have a bite?"

  "Ouch!"

  Ahump nded on him.

  This aaking an example out of the wyvern was quite effective.

  Though perhaps the "chi" here was a bit oversized.

  A translut blue s appeared in front of the red dragon.

  [Achievement Unlocked: Lord of Monsters]

  [Lord of Monsters]

  "You 't imagine what I saw. I sneaked into its ir; there was no legendary treasure, only remnants of broken bohis pce is a graveyard for adventurers, but a paradise for monsters. —From the st words of an unknown adventurer."

  Passive Trait Unlocked:

  [Monster Leader]

  Charisma +2, and Proficy +8

  Gained [Extraordinary Aura]: Your power pels moo submit.

  You have acquired the ability [Gift of Bloodline], allowing you to influence creatures within your territory and create bloodline-bound followers.

  A mysterious power surged through Cassius’s body.

  His Charisma was enhanced.

  Here, "Charisma" doesn’t refer merely to human standards of physical appeal; "influence" is more fitting.

  Even if you are short and unsightly, possessing araordinary leadership aura that inspires soldiers to fight to the death alongside you to quer the world would surely mark you as highly charismatic.

  In Erezaghe, a world filled with magitelligence represents memory and logic, perception reflects the ability to receive external information and divine influence, while charisma embodies the power to projefluence—whether through speech or innate spellcasting.

  As a sorcerer, Cassius’s spellcasting relies on this "Charisma" attribute, wielding his e to the world to impose on the Weave and shape reality through sheer willpower.

  The red drago a deeper e to the surrounding elements, a greater influence over reality itself, and a hread of destiny linking him to his followers, allowing him to easily shape the world.

  He let out a tented roar, spreading his wings, and flew bato the Giant’s Maw Cave.

  Overlooking his gathered followers.

  With his roar, the b ogres seemed invigorated, lifting massive logs and cheering loudly.

  The terrified goblins gazed bnkly upward, as if seeing a god.

  Even the chimera, lurking in the cave and watg from afar, lowered its head, uo resist the powerful aura pelling it to submit.

  Such was the fearsome influence of the "Lord of Monsters."

  In the distant mines, kobolds felt the call, ying down their pickaxes and instinctively moving in his dire. Lizardfolk in their shado lit fires and daheir primal dances.

  Meanwhile, a terrifying creature slithered deep within the caves, crawling and creeping across the ground.