Dragonslayer’s Class Regression 28

Chapter 28

“Zeke Draker is beyond my evaluation capabilities.”

Duke said with a surprised expression.

“Huh, so he’s that good.”

Aul said with a serious expression.

“My personal opinion is that ‘he should be sent to Valhalla tomorrow’.”

A man as rigid as stone—no, even more so.

Duke made a bewildered expression hearing this evaluation from Aul Draker’s mouth.

The instructor in charge behind them was equally perplexed.

“Sh-should we really report it that way?”

* * *

After gathering opinions from the Principal and various department heads, it was decided that Zeke would skip ahead to 5th year.

He had skipped four whole years.

When Duke told him the results, Zeke just quietly nodded.

“You don’t seem happy about skipping grades.”

“I am happy.”

In reality, Zeke’s mind was filled with mixed emotions.

It felt strange to go from being the academy’s trash to being talked about as a once-in-a-generation genius.

At this rate, he could graduate from the academy at age fifteen.

‘In my previous life, I was expelled from the academy at fifteen. You never know what life has in store.’

He decided that since things turned out this way, he should graduate from the academy as quickly as possible.

Reina skipped two grades, and Liam, who showed excellent performance in semester evaluations, was promoted from regular class to special class.

After advancing to 5th year, Zeke lived a relatively quiet academy life.

During this time, he was able to learn the secret techniques containing the essence of the Wind Storm Technique.

When Duke had nothing left to teach Zeke, he passed time by watching over Andrei’s swordsmanship.

He maintained a continuous relationship with Professor Feinan who made him the magic furnace, but they became physically distant when he moved to the Royal Magic Research Institute of Delpoa.

He left Zeke a direct communication line, telling him to make sure to visit Delpoa.

The surprising thing was that Aul Draker would visit once every quarter to spar with Zeke before leaving.

Under Duke Draker’s supervision, Zeke had to face Aul.

After facing Zeke for 2 years, Aul seemed to realize something and requested leave from the Four Seasons Castle to seclude himself in training.

After spending 2 years like this with various events, Zeke took the academy graduation exam.

“Z-Zeke Draker. P-pass.”

Zeke set the record for fastest exam completion among all graduation exam takers in history.

Zeke gave a bitter smile looking at the academy graduation badge he received directly from the Principal.

‘I wanted this so badly before.’

He could finally erase from his mind the academy that had remained a trauma for so long.

Along with this relieved feeling, Zeke received another benefit with graduation.

The Principal personally wrote him a letter of recommendation to enter Valhalla.

This was an incredible benefit since there had never been a case of someone entering Valhalla at age fifteen before.

Zeke passed the recommendation letter from Howard to Decker.

“I’m truly proud of you, young master.”

Unlike his usual stiff expression, Decker received the letter with a flushed face.

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

Zeke said with an indifferent expression.

“When does the Valhalla semester start?”

“From March, sir.”

“So we have about 3 months left.”

The graduation exam usually takes a month, but since Zeke finished too quickly, there was time left over.

After thinking briefly, he said to Decker,

“Decker, go secure a place in Atlas first. I have somewhere to go before the semester starts.”

“Where are you planning to go, sir?”

“I’m thinking of resting at a resort for a while.”

“Then I’ll make the preparations.”

“Yes. A quiet place around Argos would be nice.”

“Understood, young master.”

Just then, Liam came to the floor.

“My lord. You called for me?”

Zeke handed over what he had prepared in advance to Liam.

These were things Liam would need until graduating from the academy.

Among them were previous exam materials for each semester evaluation.

These were specially prepared by Zeke himself for Liam who couldn’t receive support from his family.

“If you continue like this, you’ll definitely be able to enter Valhalla. I’m counting on you, Liam.”

“I won’t disappoint you, my lord.”

“Good. And when you become a 4th year, you’ll need a sword to properly use. I’ve spoken to Gelion, so go to him and ask him to make a sword that fits you.”

At those words, Liam looked at Zeke with moved eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that, it’s burdensome. You can go now.”

“Yes, my lord.”

Zeke, who was about to graduate, didn’t neglect his personal training while wrapping up his work at the academy.

WOOONG!

A strong sword light rose from Zeke’s sword.

Soon his body disappeared, leaving only afterimages.

WHOOSH!

At an incredibly fast speed, Zeke’s body appeared throughout the training ground.

Duke’s hereditary technique, the Wind Storm Technique, fully manifested through Zeke.

Blue energy surged from Zeke’s sword as he moved like the wind.

WOOOONG!

A clear aura blade formed on Zeke’s sword.

Zeke swung his sword.

Dragon Slaying Technique Application

Wind Storm Technique

Wind Slash

The wind sword cut through the atmosphere.

Kwakwakwakwa!

Simultaneously, a message window appeared in Zeke’s eyes.

[Special skill Wind Storm Technique’s proficiency has increased.]

“Whew…”

Zeke lowered his sword and opened his status window.

[Junior Administrator Status Window]

Name: Zeke Draker

Class: Immortal (Unique Grade)

Title:One Blessed by the Great Dragon, Heir of Terakan Draker

Authority: Dragon Race domination 

Constitution: Heavenly Bone Body

System Functions: Inventory(100 slots) / Mini-map / Beginner Quest Book

Passive Skills: Healing Factor / Sturdy Mental Defense / Infinite Stamina / Combat Sense

Special Skills: Wind Storm Technique [Grade A (Proficient)]

Active Skills: Magic Reflection[Grade A(Beginner)] / Area Buff[Grade A(Beginner)]

Dragon Race Skills(2nd Stage unlocked): Dragon Eye (Proficient) / Dragon’s Dignity (Proficient) / Gluttony (Beginner) / Incantation (Locked) / Dragon Scale Armor(Proficient) / Dragon’s Claws(Proficient)

Karma Points: 365

The Wind Storm Technique that had remained at beginner level finally changed to proficient.

Zeke skillfully created an aura blade while holding his sword.

“Have I finally broken through the Blue Knight’s wall?”

Unlike his previous life where he used the harmful All-Out Technique, he was paving a new path through systematic methods, so he hadn’t yet found the way to Red Knight.

However, Zeke decided to take steps calmly and steadily without getting impatient.

Excessive rapid growth could actually raise the wall to becoming a Black Knight.

In fact, in his previous life, Zeke tried everything to overcome the Black Knight’s wall, but there were clear limitations to his methods as someone who lived as a wanderer.

‘There’s no need to rush.’

Over 2 years, he had made most of his skills reach proficient status, broadening the range of techniques he could use compared to before his regression.

Additionally, Kaisir’s secret sword techniques in the Giant Mountains and Terakan Draker’s security archives in Valhalla would surely open the path for him to advance beyond Red Knight to Black Knight.

He swung Bahamut again.

His desire to become stronger filled the training room.

* * *

Argos is a kingdom located at the northern end of the Central Continent, closest to the Northern Continent.

The reason Argos, which has no particular strategic resources, belongs to the Central Four Kingdoms along with Thebea, Delpoa, and Allensia was because of its active dungeon-related industries.

From facilities for adventurers gathering for dungeon exploration to various equipment and personnel needed for party formation, everything necessary for dungeon exploration could be found here.

In particular, the Adventurer’s Guild of Argos was a traditional place boasting a thousand years of history.

Although the Adventurer’s Guild had branches throughout the continent, the main branch was located in Argos.

And since all adventurers were required to register at this Argos Guild main branch, aspiring adventurers from across the continent flocked here.

“Next, number 547.”

The employee in charge of registration at the Argos Adventurer’s Guild called the next registrant in a businesslike voice.

The registrant who brought the documents looked quite young.

He appeared to be barely twenty years old at most.

A young man with brown hair and green eyes handed the documents to the person in charge.

“Zeke Murray. Is that correct?”

Zeke, who had dyed his hair and changed his eye color with contacts, nodded.

He had submitted the registration form to the Adventurer’s Guild using an alias from his previous life.

The person in charge checked the documents and, finding nothing wrong, stamped them.

“Take this and they’ll give you your registration card. Next, number 548.”

Zeke took the stamped documents and received his guild membership card.

There wouldn’t be any problems since he had entrusted his forged identity to a reliable place he frequently used before his regression.

Thus, after telling Decker he would go to Argos for recuperation, Zeke secretly slipped away and made a separate adventurer ID.

This was none other than to search for Kaisir’s ruins.

Zeke immediately looked for the regular carriage heading up to the Giant Mountains base camp with his ID card.

The Giant Mountains were a place where countless dungeons were hidden.

Among the ancient relics discovered there, there were rare items so valuable that even one of them could let you live without working for a lifetime.

Because of this, there were thousands of adventurers coming in hopes of striking it rich.

Zeke, who had become one of them, needed to go to the Barbarian territory located deep within the Giant Mountains.

Even for Zeke who had a mini-map, going up the treacherous Giant Mountains without any preparation was nothing short of suicide.

The Giant Mountains were divided into hundreds of sectors, and there were transport carriages that regularly went up there.

So it was much more efficient to move to the base camp closest to the Barbarian territory and search for Kaisir’s ruins from there.

For this reason, Zeke looked for an individual transport carriage, but since it was peak season for dungeon exploration, finding a carriage wasn’t easy.

Finally managing to secure a seat in a shared carriage, Zeke stayed at an inn for one night and boarded the regular transport carriage departing at dawn.

Looking at the other passengers in the carriage, while some appeared to be adventurers, most seemed to be peddlers.

They were people who either bought monster materials from the base camp or sold consumables needed by adventurers.

While observing the passengers, Zeke’s gaze stopped on a young porter squeezed between the adventurers and peddlers.

He briefly became lost in memories of the past.

After being expelled from the academy, Zeke, who had nowhere to go, saw an advertisement for porters needed at the Argos dungeon and mindlessly boarded a carriage heading there.

He went believing the claim that working as a porter would provide room and board.

However, once he got there, the treatment was terrible, contrary to what was promised.

He had to sleep curled up in a warehouse-like lodging, and meals were barely once a day, if at all.

Half of the money earned as a porter was taken by the boss as commission fees, and after deducting food and lodging costs from the remaining half, there was very little left.

What’s worse, even that money was forcibly taken by the boss, claiming he would save it for them.

Thinking about those times, Zeke gritted his teeth.

Even in his past life, after building up his strength, the first thing he did was find that boss and torture him in the southern style before killing him – that says everything about his grudge.

It was around when the carriage was almost arriving at the base camp.

A man wearing a sword from the adventurer party sitting opposite Zeke casually struck up a conversation.

“Are you an adventurer too, brother?”

Zeke remained silent without answering.

Then the man leaned forward and said,

“When someone speaks to you, you should answer. From the looks of it, it seems like this is your first time going to a dungeon.”

Then the man suddenly moved over next to Zeke.

“Since we’re on the topic. Brother, if it’s your first time in the dungeon, how about coming in with us? I’m saying this for your own good. These days the dungeons are dangerous, and if you go in alone, you’ll likely become monster food right away.”

Zeke was getting annoyed by the chattering punk who wouldn’t leave him alone despite being ignored.

This kind of person was almost certainly the type who deceived naive novice adventurers to exploit them.

They either use them as bait when monsters appear, or sell them to human traffickers for money.

Since many people who enter dungeons don’t return, they would shamelessly commit crimes by making excuses about deaths and selling people.

While Zeke was internally annoyed, the punk put his arm around Zeke’s shoulders, acting friendly.

Then the man quickly showed a badge attached to his collar.

“See this? I’m a graduate of the famous Draker Academy. You know them, right? The Draker family. Haven’t you heard the saying that the party you enter your first dungeon with determines half of your adventurer life?”

When Zeke still showed no reaction, the man’s tone became rough, apparently getting angry.

“Ha, is your mouth glued shut or something? What’s with the lack of response? How dare you be so arrogant when your senior adventurer is showing consideration?.”

That’s when Zeke opened his mouth.

“Will you shut up?”

The man’s eyes wavered at that.

“What? How dare a young punk like you!”

The man glared at Zeke with a menacing expression.

That’s when Zeke suddenly stood up from his seat. He stared in one direction.

Then he spoke to the carriage driver.

“Monsters have appeared 500 meters to the left rear. Looks like a group of orcs. Is this a monster appearance zone?”

The man who had been behind him snickered and said.

“Kid. Monsters can’t enter this zone. Stop acting tough trying to show off as an adventurer and just sit quietly.”

That’s when it happened.

Kuaaaaaah!

The battle cry of orcs echoed from far away.