Dragonslayer’s Class Regression Chapter 42

Chapter 42

Rrrrrrr!

The entire lair shook from Bahamut’s presence.

He spoke to Sethon Draker.

“You want me to entrust you with the Technique of slaying dragons? I knew you were detestable, but I didn’t know you were insane.”

Despite Bahamut’s killing intent, Sethon stood before him unwavering and continued speaking.

“Chronos agreed with me. You know the reason better than anyone, Bahamut.”

Bahamut raised his head and shouted.

“Chronos has lost the standards as a coordinator, bewitched by humans! I don’t believe in those nonsensical prophecies he spoke of!”

Bahamut bared his teeth at Sethon Draker.

“Get out of my lair right now. Otherwise, I’ll kill not just you but all the humans in the Chronos Kingdom.”

“If you do such a thing, even you, Bahamut, won’t escape karma’s sanctions.”

“Because of that bastard Kaisir, there are too many humans on this continent. Do you think killing tens of thousands of your kind would break karma’s balance? Rather, letting you vermin multiply like insects is what breaks the balance!”

As Bahamut reacted violently, Sethon reluctantly took something out from his chest.

It was an old watch.

Sethon showed the watch to Bahamut.

“Chronos said that the Ruler of twilight would never accept my request.”

With those words, Sethon opened the pocket watch’s lid.

Black haze rose from Bahamut’s body.

“You think you can do anything to me with Chronos’s power!”

He spread his four massive wings.

The black haze gathered to form sharp spears.

It seemed the spears would fly at Sethon at any moment.

That’s when it happened.

Whirrrr!

The pocket watch began spinning rapidly.

Bahamut, who was about to attack Sethon, froze in place.

When Bahamut suddenly showed no reaction, Zeke realized the pocket watch Sethon held had used some kind of power.

‘A watch imbued with Chronos’s power?’

That’s when it happened.

Rrrrrrr!

Bahamut moved again, twisting his body and wailing.

“Arggghhhh!”

It was a wail as if his soul was being torn out.

After barely calming down, Bahamut glared at Sethon and spoke.

“You… what did you do to me?”

Sethon closed the pocket watch and said.

“I just let you experience part of the prophecy Chronos spoke of.”

Bahamut glared at Sethon and emitted an even darker killing intent.

However, he dissolved the black spears he had created that seemed ready to launch at any moment.

He folded his wings and approached Sethon.

“Damn it. Making a contract with humans was a mistake in itself.”

“I think so too. Humans should have risen by their own power, not the power of dragons.”

Bahamut exhaled roughly and said to Sethon.

“Hand it over. That damn dragon-slaying technique or whatever it is.”

Sethon took out a book from his chest.

The book floated up and opened before Bahamut’s eyes.

After reading all the contents, Bahamut glared at Sethon and spoke.

“You really created such a thing.”

“It’s to protect this world.”

“Nonsense. It’s for humans, not the world.”

Soon the book before Bahamut turned to ash and scattered.

Bahamut said to Sethon.

“I’ll keep this. If Chronos’s prophecy doesn’t come true, this will never leave the world.”

“Even without the True Dragon Sword Technique, humans are finding ways to become stronger to kill each other better. As time passes, they will eventually discover how to use Aura on their own.”

“Then I’ll have to personally step in and kill all humans. This power is too dangerous for humans to possess.”

Sethon Draker said to Bahamut.

“Someday you too will find a soul contractor. Then you’ll understand Chronos’s heart.”

Sethon Draker left Bahamut’s lair with these words.

Left alone, Bahamut curled up again and sank into the abyss.

But Sethon Draker’s words remained in his heart for a long time.

He thought.

That he would never have a human as a contractor.

* * *

“Gasp!”

When he came to his senses, Zeke had been standing holding his sword, having lost consciousness.

Though brief, Zeke vividly felt fragments of the past when he became Bahamut and met Sethon Draker.

It seemed the True Dragon Sword Technique created by Sethon Draker was passed to Bahamut, and that secret was then passed to his contractor, Terakan Draker.

It was questionable why Bahamut, who disliked humans, changed his mind and made a contract with Terakan Draker and passed on the True Dragon Sword Technique.

With no proper records remaining, it was impossible to know what exactly happened.

‘Does the head of the Draker family know about these secrets of the past?’

Even with all traces of the Terakan Draker erased, there was no way evidence of Bahamut and Sethon Draker would remain.

At that moment, Zeke felt something change.

‘Has my energy center grown?’

He could feel that his energy center had expanded much more than before training in the True Dragon Sword technique.

Woong!

The amount of mana he could handle increased and his aura conversion became faster.

Zeke tried unleashing his Elemental Sword.

Whoosh!

When he spread the field of fire power, fierce flames rose from the sword.

As the amount of mana he could handle increased, the power of the Elemental Sword also increased.

“Though I’m still far from reaching Master Kaisir’s level, at least I won’t die a miserable death wherever I go at this rate.”

The Southern Continent was dangerous from the moment you set foot on it.

Since it was a place where you couldn’t let your guard down for even a moment, it was necessary to build up as much strength as possible before going.

Zeke began swinging his sword again.

* * *

While Zeke was continuing his training between Valhalla and the training ground, he finally received the contacts he had been waiting for.

The first contact came from Cliff.

It was to inform that preparations for Zeke’s first request were complete.

The second contact came from Kei of the Syndicate.

She conveyed that she would accept Zeke’s proposal.

To handle the Syndicate matter first, he disguised himself as Zeke Murray and met Kei.

It was a high-class lounge bar operated by the Syndicate that strictly protected the identity of its users.

When he entered the bar, a guide was waiting.

“Mr. Zeke Murray. I’ll escort you this way.”

It was a place only VVIP customers could access, not regular guests.

All sorts of security magic was in place from the entrance of the area.

Going inside the lounge, Kei was sitting in the middle waiting for him.

“Welcome.”

Kei happily greeted her partner Zeke.

Zeke sat next to Kei.

“I didn’t know there was a place like this in Atlas.”

When Zeke from his previous life came to Atlas, it was after Atlas had already become imperial territory.

The scenery of Atlas, which had suffered great damage from the war, was quite different from now, so it felt novel.

Kei poured drinks into Zeke’s glass and said.

“It’s one of Syndicate’s side businesses. People who do business in the underground always need a place to talk secretly.”

Zeke glanced at the drink Kei poured and shook his head.

“I don’t drink alcohol. I’d prefer tea next time.”

Kei laughed as if that was unexpected.

“You’re not refusing because you’re still underage, are you?”

“I just don’t drink because I don’t find it particularly exciting.”

Even in his previous life, Zeke didn’t particularly enjoy drinking.

Moreover, now he couldn’t get drunk no matter how much he drank, probably because of the healing factor.

Rather than spending money on expensive alcohol that had no effect, he preferred drinking tea that he actually enjoyed.

At those words, Kei clapped her hands with a smile and a servant entered the room, and Kei ordered tea for Zeke.

Drinking the premium tea that was quickly served, Zeke showed a satisfied expression.

“The service is quite good.”

“Let me know if you need anything else. The desserts and food here are also delicious.”

“That won’t be necessary. More importantly, I thought it would take longer, but you made up your mind sooner than expected.”

At those words, Kei changed her posture and put on a serious expression.

“I had many thoughts, but I made up my mind after seeing your items from the Northern Bank. I got a strong feeling that you could really pull off that job.”

Kei downed her strong drink in one go.

“Whew, this is me making the biggest bet of my life.”

He refilled Kei’s glass and clinked his teacup against her glass.

“I’ll make sure you won’t regret that bet.”

Zeke took out a document he had brought and handed it to Kei.

“What’s this?”

“Have you heard of Linehart Trading Company?”

“Isn’t Linehart rapidly growing in the Allensia region? They have branches in both the north and south.”

“Now that we’ve created a clean spot through them, I plan to move around there when I go down south.”

Kei skimmed through the documents Zeke brought.

“Deputy manager of Linehart Trading Company’s Southern Continent Branch?”

“It’s a cover identity. I’ll move south through Linehart’s route. Let’s make contact at that spot when we get there.”

Zeke needed to avoid Draker’s eyes, and Kei needed to avoid the Syndicate’s eyes.

A safehouse created by Linehart, which had no connection to either, would allow them to avoid both parties’ attention.

Kei nodded and packed away the documents.

“So. Let’s say we meet Don Juan as you suggested. What’s the plan after that?”

Zeke put down his teacup and spoke.

“Do you know anything about the Favela Cartel?”

Kei shook her head at Zeke’s question.

“No, there’s not much known about them. I just know they’re rough, unpleasant guys.”

Zeke nodded at that.

“That’s inevitable. They’re former pirates.”

“What?”

Kei was shocked at Zeke’s words.

“Pirates? Those bastards settled in the south and are running a soma business? Impossible. Pirates could never do something like that.”

“That’s why no one noticed the Favela Cartel’s true identity. Otherwise, how could they run such a massive organization in the modest southern territory without their identity being exposed?”

Hearing Zeke’s explanation, it made sense.

As Kei realized this, her expression twisted.

“Don’t tell me the Favela Cartel has been pressuring us because… they want to take over our transport routes?”

“Bingo. Those southern sea pirates are capable of far worse.”

“Hah.”

Kei sighed upon learning the Favela Cartel’s true identity.

Currently, the Syndicate’s managing executives were debating whether to continue dealing with Mekein or switch to Favela.

If they had switched to Favela without knowing anything, they would have lost their transport routes to the pirates and faced retaliation from the Mekein Cartel.

In fact, in the timeline where Zeke was before regression, the Mekein Cartel noticed Favela Cartel’s identity and sent hitmen and killers, waging war against them.

Thanks to that, the Syndicate wasn’t absorbed by the Favela Cartel, but as a result, they had to become the Mekein Cartel’s subordinates.

Zeke said to Kei.

“What would happen if we tell Don Juan about this? About how the Favela Cartel is a pirate group, and how the Syndicate’s executives are trying to deal with them.”

Kei was startled.

“Are you telling me to become an spy?”

“You’ll become the boss after we clean out all the executives anyway, so what does it matter about being an spy?”

Zeke spoke these frightening words casually.

Kei finally felt the weight of what she was getting involved in.

She thought for a moment, then grabbed the bottle and took several big gulps.

“Phew. Fine, let’s do it.”

“Good. Then there’s something we need to do first.”

“Something we need to do?”

Zeke looked at Kei and said.

“The soma imported from Mekein. Tell me where the warehouse storing it is.”