"Wait—I see some more Fluttering Moths."
Mr. Akira pointed to the light clusters in the sky.
Tohru turned her head and looked intently. "It's people from the Harmonization Faction. But don't worry—I left my aura on the tram. They'll definitely head toward the tram first to control the situation in time. However, it's really too close here."
Saying that, Tohru released a magic spell to conceal her aura. Mr. Akira also activated Existence Weakening.
"Eh~! When Lucoa told me, I didn't believe it, but it turns out there really is a power that's like magic yet completely different."
Mr. Akira was speechless. "It seems you two have a very good relationship—Lucoa told you everything."
Tohru transformed back into her dragon form. "Mr. Akira, climb on."
Mr. Akira flashed and sat on Tohru's back.
"Hmm? Something seems to have flown over there."
A "Fluttering Moth" from the Harmonization Faction keenly sensed something, but when he turned his head, he found nothing. Another Fluttering Moth stood in the devastated tram car. He then looked at the section of tail Tohru had deliberately left behind and sighed.
"Never mind that—let's deal with this first. But many people saw what happened here. Why don't we just stage a tram accident? It'll save us a lot of trouble. After all, while many people saw it, it wasn't an overwhelming number."
The two Fluttering Moths exchanged glances, both thinking this method was feasible.
And so—
The last tram derailed due to the driver's abnormal driving, and all dozen or so passengers on the last tram perished.
The sky was clear, and the stars were bright. Around Akira, the snow was pristine white, and a cold wind howled. In just a few minutes, the two had arrived at the highest mountain peak in this world.
"This is far enough."
The moment she landed, Tohru transformed into her human appearance, even retracting her tail.
Akira looked around and also spoke. "The scenery is indeed beautiful."
Although it was a comprehensive anime world, the underlying world was still the one Akira knew. So this was Mount Everest, as he remembered it. At the summit of Mount Everest—hmm—there was an unusual sense of excitement.
Tohru was a dragon, completely unafraid of the cold wind. Akira's base stats exceeded a hundred, so the temperature here had no effect on him either. But how should one put it? He always felt like something was missing. Akira couldn't quite pinpoint it. It wasn't until he saw Tohru's appearance that he realized.
Ambiguity. It was too straightforward. There was no sense of ambiguity.
So he extended his hand and bought a set of 'Charm +2' risqué maid outfits from the clothing section of the mall.
"Tohru, wear this. From now on, when you transform into a human, you must also wear human clothes."
"Understood."
Tohru took the outfit. "But what's the difference between wearing this and not wearing it here?"
"You don't understand—it's a kind of charm. A kind of style. It's the pursuit of art."
Tohru didn't understand, but the clothes were strange, as if they carried a bit of magic that caused cognitive impairment. Putting on the outfit, Tohru moved her body. Nothing improved. But Akira nodded repeatedly, smiling with satisfaction.
Since Akira was satisfied, she had no objections.
"Mr. Akira, I'm here."
Tohru jumped into Akira's arms.
"You are a maid now—you must call me Master."
"Then Master, when shall we begin?"
Although it was still a bit off, Akira didn't plan to continue training her. He lifted Tohru higher, allowing God's Hand and Abdicate the Throne to activate simultaneously.
This is magic. It must be magic. Otherwise, how could I, a dragon, feel such pleasure? Why did Lucoa only tell me now that there was such a treasure of a human?
With a thought from Akira, the surrounding ice and snow converged to form a perfectly sized step.
Under Great Pressure was a passive skill against large animals. It never stopped.
Just like this, Tohru felt that the "tickle" that had originally been on the surface suddenly entered her scales. It touched her true sweet spot.
"Mmm."
The effect of Two-Pronged Approach came into play. Tohru also found it a bit hard to bear.
But Akira didn't care about any of that.
Another dragon.
This time, the cost of three rounds had already been recouped. And he had even made a slight profit. After all, none of the three targets were purely ordinary people. Even if he were to withdraw now, he felt that the average value would probably reach 150 points upon settlement.
At this moment, Tohru's tail re-emerged, binding the two of them tightly together. Akira had originally intended to wait a bit longer before activating Human Cannon. But with this squeeze, everything naturally fell into place.
"Master—how can it be so comfortable? Master…"
Akira didn't even need to move. Tohru's tail started moving on its own.
"In that case, I'm going all out."
"Master, come on!"
Beast Tamer Effect Two activated. Damage increased by 50% (adaptive).
Congratulations to the player for achieving the [Train Barrage] trophy activation conditions: Strength +10, Endurance +10. When the player's weight exceeds 40KG, impact damage increases by 50%.
Tsk tsk tsk.
That came at a good time. It's been a while since I activated a trophy. It not only granted strength and stamina, but it also came in handy right now.
"Train Barrage."
Although the ability was a bit improper, shouting it out was quite intimidating.
"Huh?"
Tohru's reaction was a bit slow, but a single Train Barrage immediately rendered her speechless.
"I finally understand why Lucoa had such an extremely reluctant expression when she told me to come find you."
This battle—one could say—was epic.
Tohru looked at Akira's profile, feeling very pleased. With a flick of her tail, she wrapped them both together again.
"If it were me, I wouldn't be willing either. But there's no other way—you're not as powerful as I am."
"Mhm mhm. Master is the most powerful."
"How about we do it again?"
Tohru was the third person Akira had taken down today, and also the one who took the longest. However, since it was during the tram's downtime, it didn't affect Akira's main business. But if he were to continue, it would be a case of neglecting public duty for private matters.
"It's already daylight."
"Master, you don't have to work."
"What does daylight have to do with anything? Tram work."
Akira got up, and Tohru followed suit. Like a puppy, she stuck to him no matter what he did. "Then I want to be with Master too."
Akira turned and glanced at her. "Then you'll need to change into normal clothes."
Tohru spread her wings and carried Akira toward the city. After finding a suitable outfit in the mall, Tohru became Akira's shadow.
"Due to a major accident involving the tram group last night, all trams are undergoing inspection today, and the tram group will be suspended for one day…"
Seeing the apology letter displayed outside the tram station platform, Akira turned to look at Tohru.
Tohru immediately retorted righteously, "It's not my fault. It must have been those two Fluttering Moths. Master, since you don't have to work now, how about we… hmm?"
Watching Tohru wink and gesture, Akira only felt a slight headache.
The apology stated that the tram had derailed, which indeed wasn't Tohru's direct cause. But to say it was completely unrelated was absolutely impossible.
"How about we have a fight?"
Tohru's eyes immediately lit up with excitement. "Good, good, good!"
An hour later, Akira stood opposite Tohru.
"So it really was a fight."
"What else?"
Mr. Akira held a tree branch in his hand, surrounded by an endless grassland.
"Alright. Since Mr. Akira wants to fight, I'm happy to oblige."
Even injured, Tohru was still a dragon. With just her physical strength, she could easily split mountains and shatter rocks. Her speed was even more incredible. Moreover, she could also cast magic, easily soaring into the sky, with a combat power that could destroy a nation.
So Mr. Akira didn't hold back at first, but as they fought, he realized something: Tohru seemed to be deliberately going easy on him. And as he adjusted, she went even easier.
Whack!
Mr. Akira whipped Tohru's buttock with a branch. She immediately let out a pained shriek. However, Mr. Akira's strike had no special power—it was just a very ordinary swing of the branch.
Tohru knew she had been exposed and laughed awkwardly. "Ahaha—I definitely won't go easy anymore."
As soon as she finished speaking, she unleashed a blast of dragon's breath. Mr. Akira cut with his sword, splitting the dragon's breath in two. But several fireballs followed in quick succession, blocking his vision.
Trying to ambush from behind the fireballs?
Mr. Akira continued to slash, destroying the fireballs. However, Tohru didn't emerge from behind the fireballs—instead, she flew directly out from underground.
Mr. Akira dodged an attack, threw away the branch, and immediately engaged Tohru in close combat.
She was a dragon, having lived for thousands of years. She had encountered many martial arts during her travels and had considerable skill. And Mr. Akira's Martial Arts Mastery was already complete, so for a time, they were evenly matched.
Tohru utilized her dragon characteristics: dragon's breath, dragon claws, biting, tail sweeps. Her techniques were endless. But Mr. Akira responded with ease, and before long, he began to gain the upper hand.
"I'm not fighting anymore. So tired."
Tohru lay on the ground, panting heavily.
She should now be considered one of the top combatants in the Chaos Dragon Clan. Even with her strength diminished, she was not to be underestimated. But Mr. Akira's strength was equally formidable. Tohru felt that even if she fully recovered, she wouldn't be able to gain an advantage against Mr. Akira in a real fight.
"Alright—rest for a while, then we'll go eat meat."
Hearing about food, Tohru sat up from the ground.
Dragons self-produce and self-consume their magic, so not eating or drinking doesn't really matter to them. However, during her travels, she had developed the habit of eating.
Elma—that guy—I wonder how she's doing now.
"Hi—all the ingredients are on the table. Please help yourselves, everyone."
They bought hot pot ingredients—a split hot pot—and the ingredients were also bought. Yor just cut them into pretty shapes. This didn't involve any actual cooking, so there were no unexpected situations during this dinner.
After reintroducing themselves earlier, Yor learned the names of Mr. Akira and Tohru. But she didn't know their relationship.
"Master, ah~!"
Looking at the meat that was completely different from the ingredients on the table, Mr. Akira looked under the table.
"You're not a gecko, and I don't know where this fetish came from."
"Oh dear—I've been found out. I want to become one with Master, you know."
Saying that, Tohru put her own tail meat into her mouth, chewed it without any hesitation, and swallowed it.
"Mr. Akira, what exactly is your relationship with this Miss Tohru?"
"Actually, it's pretty much like picking her up by the roadside."
Mr. Akira picked up a slice of beef and swished it in the pot. "But she's not human."
"Not human?"
"She's a dragon."
"A dragon?"
Even if Yor was incredibly dense, she couldn't believe something like this.
"You can't be joking, Mr. Akira."
"Whether I'm joking or not, you'll know if you see for yourself."
Yor turned her head to look at Tohru. She thought that aside from liking cosplay, everything seemed normal about her. That was until Tohru transformed her hand into a dragon's claw, tearing through her sleeve.
Yor immediately instinctively sprang back, adopting a fighting stance. The steel cone in her hand gleamed with a cold light as she slowly retreated.
"Calm down—calm down."
Mr. Akira ate a piece of beef and directly used his mind to pull Yor back to the table. From beginning to end, Tohru had not shown any aggression.
But Yor was still on edge, incredulously saying, "Mr. Akira—she's a dragon."
"She is a dragon. What's wrong with a dragon? As long as she doesn't hurt you, isn't she as cute as a kitten or a puppy?"
Yor was going crazy. "This is a dragon—a dragon!"
Tohru saw Yor's strong reaction and simply transformed her head into a dragon's, revealing her fangs.
Yor's body trembled, and she fainted from fright.
"Mr. Akira, do I really have to live with this silly woman in the future?"
"My woman isn't silly—just a little naive."
"Can't you really grant Yor dragon's power like Lucoa did?"
"I am just a dragon, not a god. Granting power is something only gods can do."
Tohru ate the hot pot and couldn't help but exclaim, "Such delicious food—I really should have called that Elma fellow over."
Elma?
A figure dressed in office worker attire appeared in Mr. Akira's mind. Tohru's friend—a character with a name.
Unfortunately, the tram was suspended today.
About half an hour later, Yor woke up from her coma. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Tohru's smiling face.
"What's the big deal? Haven't you adapted very quickly? You weren't even scared directly unconscious."
Upon hearing this, Yor's face immediately turned ashen, and she retreated backward using both her hands and feet. And Mr. Akira was sitting in the direction she was retreating.
"Alright—stop scaring her. After all, you two will be living together for a while."
Mr. Akira held Yor in his arms, and she finally calmed down from her terror.
"Mr. Akira, what exactly is going on? Why are there dragons in this world?"
"You'll have to ask her about that, but there's not much time now. We'll talk about it later. For now, you just need to know that she will be living here with you, becoming the maid of the house."
"I protest—I only serve Master as a maid. No one else should even think about it."
Tohru raised her hand.
"Protest denied. You are a wanted criminal right now—you can't go wandering outside. And your food and lodging are all provided by her."
"I can also go out and earn money."
"What do you want to do?"
Tohru thought carefully. "Become a magician."
"That's a good idea."
"Right."
Tohru was smug.
At this moment, a portal suddenly appeared, and Lucoa slid out of it.
"I shouldn't have gone. In the end, I'm not human on either side. The Chaos Dragon Clan sees me as a god, and the short-tempered ones want to fight. The gods see me as a dragon, and the short-tempered ones want to fight me too."
Lucoa felt that dragon life was difficult and had lost the meaning of living. But when she saw Mr. Akira, she seemed to find her purpose again. "Mr. Akira—you are my god."
Lucoa scurried forward and squeezed into the other side of Mr. Akira's embrace.
Yor saw the horns on her head, and a wave of shock again swept through her heart.
Dragon. Another dragon.
"Mr. Akira, I'm so sad…"
Lucoa hugged Mr. Akira's arm, her slime-like body pressing hard. "I want to get frisky."
"Oh dear."
Lucoa covered her head, looking pitifully at Mr. Akira.
"You're a dragon—Quetzalcoatl—not a succubus. Why do you want to get frisky all day long?"
Yor was stunned.
This? It's too terrifying. There are even gods. She is an assassin—she won't go to hell later, will she?
Yor's Dao heart was about to shatter.
At this moment, Lucoa noticed Yor. "Then let's hold a lewd ceremony, and I will bestow her with the power of a dragon."
"In the end, you still want to be lewd~! You didn't use it before."
Akira said teasingly.
Lucoa: "I am a dragon—what's wrong with me wanting to be lewd?"