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Chapter 8 - 8- Drakmor

As Lee gathered the strength to stand, a troubling thought crept into his mind.

Why was he here? Why had he been summoned into this world?

More importantly—why had he been chosen to inhabit Kaelen's body?

Until now, he had been too focused on survival to question it. But now, a terrifying realization struck him—he had no memories of his past life.

Nothing.

Just what was happening to him?

His body, still weak from the encounter, gave in. He collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath. His vision blurred, consciousness slipping from his grasp.

When he opened his eyes, sunlight streamed through the windows, bathing his room in a golden glow.

A knock on the door.

The wooden frame creaked as it swung open, revealing a maid who bowed politely before speaking.

"Honored guest, your meal is prepared. A bath has also been drawn, and a trainer awaits you for your morning exercises."

Lee sat up, rubbing his temples. His body still ached. The events of last night replayed in his mind.

He sighed.

"Can you have the food brought to my room?" he asked.

The maid nodded, then bowed before silently exiting the room.

Lee took a deep breath, his gaze shifting toward Drakmor.

Even now, uncertainty gnawed at him. His hands trembled slightly as he reached for the weapon. A single bead of sweat trailed down his cheek.

The moment his fingers wrapped around the scythe's handle—a surge of mana erupted.

Dark. Dense. Suffocating.

The thick energy enveloped him, wrapping around his body like living shadows before rushing into his dragon heart.

But this time—the voice did not resist him.

The presence within Drakmor stirred, no longer questioning him as an intruder. Instead, an eerie stillness filled the air.

And then—Drakmor took form.

Before him stood a boy—no older than ten.

Dark hair, crimson eyes that gleamed like fresh-spilled blood. He wore a simple white shirt and brown shorts, yet his presence was anything but ordinary.

He stared at Lee, unblinking.

Recognizing him.

"Huuuh… Hey! You're that brat from before! How did you summon me?!"

The boy's crimson eyes flared with frustration, his small frame trembling with barely restrained fury.

Then, as if realizing something, his expression twisted in embarrassment.

With a scowl, he shifted—his body morphing, shadows twisting around him as he returned to his original form.

But the anger in his voice only grew.

"You… YOU BASTARD!" Drakmor roared, his voice echoing through the room. "How dare you summon me in that form?! You are not the Dragon God! And yet… I sensed my master!"

For a moment, Lee stared, his lips twitching.

Then—he burst into laughter.

A genuine, uncontrollable fit of laughter.

Tears welled in his eyes as he held his stomach, pointing at Drakmor.

"Oh damn, that was hilarious!" He wiped his eyes, still grinning. "I had to get back at you for trying to kill me, you idiot! You can be sure I'll remember this forever."

Drakmor's eye twitched.

Not amused in the slightest, he launched himself at Lee, scythe raised to strike—

But then—he stopped.

His body refused to move.

It was as if something inside him—something ancient, undeniable—was telling him that the man standing before him…

Was his master.

"Hey, human! Just what are you?!" Drakmor's voice was laced with disbelief, his crimson eyes narrowing. "How could a mere human possess the presence of the Dragon God?! Impossible!"

His expression twisted in frustration as a realization struck him.

"I'm sure it was that monster's doing… How could he?!"

Lee, still trying to process everything, furrowed his brows. "What monster?"

Drakmor scoffed, his gaze darkening. "That brat. The one who appeared during our first encounter—the original owner of the body you now possess!"

A heavy silence filled the room before he continued, his voice a whisper of something between awe and fear.

"He is beyond a god. He is a being who has transcended Creation and Destruction itself."

"Wha—"

Knock. Knock.

A voice came from the other side of the door. "Sir, your food is ready to be served. May I enter to deposit it?"

Lee quickly composed himself. "Oh, yes. Go ahead."

As the door creaked open, the maid stepped in—but the moment she crossed the threshold, her body froze. A sharp gasp left her lips before she collapsed to the ground, blood trickling from her nose. The plate she had been carrying shattered on impact.

Lee's eyes widened in shock. Drakmor's mana! Its sheer presence alone was enough to incapacitate someone at the 1st Circle or lower.

"Damn it—" Without hesitation, he spread his own mana throughout the room, forcing Drakmor's oppressive energy to disperse. Then, he rushed to the maid's side, concern etched into his face.

"Are you alright?!"

The maid, though visibly shaken, managed to push herself up, albeit unsteadily. "Y-Yes, I am fine… It's just…" She hesitated, gripping her head. "The ominous mana in the room was overwhelming."

Her voice wavered, and doubt flickered in her eyes. That presence… It felt unnatural. Sinister.

A chilling thought crept into her mind.

Could it be… a devil?

And as the suspicion took root, she couldn't help but wonder—just what kind of monster had Kaelen become?

"You can leave. Don't worry, I'll get food after resting a little bit."

The maid hesitated before nodding, then quickly left the room. But suspicion still lingered in her mind. I should inform the Headmaster… she decided, her grip tightening on her skirt as she walked away.

Lee, ignoring her reaction, called Drakmor back into the physical world.

"Hey, you dumb scythe." His voice was steady, challenging. "If you can sense your master's presence in me, then follow me. Become my weapon."

Drakmor scoffed, arms crossed. "Forget it. I'm not serving an insolent brat like you!"

Lee smirked. "Don't you want to uncover the truth? Why I have your master's presence? Who Kaelen really is?"

Drakmor's expression twisted, his red eyes narrowing. A long silence stretched between them.

Then, unexpectedly, Drakmor clicked his tongue. "Tch. Fine. But only for now. Until I get my answers."

His form shifted, stabilizing into something more solid. Extending his hand, he sighed. "Then… pleasure to work with you, human."

Lee grinned, gripping his hand firmly. "Same for me, dumbo."

Drakmor froze. "Huh? What did you just call me—?!"

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