latelenovela Chapter 135: Kael’s stats
Chapter 135: Kael’s stats
That’s it!’ he thought, the realisation striking him suddenly. ’The guild should also be trading beast cores.’
It was the after all, the central hub for every mercenary, explorer, and monster hunter operating within the continent.
Hundreds of mana beasts were dissected and processed under their administration every single day, and if there was anywhere in this kingdom that held a massive surplus of beast cores, it was the adventurers’ guild.
As an S-rank adventurer, he was sure the adventurer guild would be eager to sell beast cores to him.
In their society, that particular ranking wasn’t just a label; it was an apex designation, an elite status that commanded absolute reverence from the highest levels of the guild’s administration.
An S-rank asset was a strategic power, someone who could single-handedly turn the tide of a local war or secure a collapsing border.
They would treat his desire for beast cores as a priority transaction.
Furthermore, leveraging his ranking to purchase resources directly from the guild vaults would introduce an entirely new level of efficiency to his schedule.
That would even be faster than going around hunting mana beasts on his own.
By utilizing the guild’s massive supply chain, he could effectively bypass the entire grueling process of the hunt, trading the fruits of his high-tier missions directly for stacks of prepared, graded cores, accelerating Kael’s evolution by months, if not years.
Noah shifted his gaze away from the empty space of his room and focused his eyes directly onto the dragon’s sleek, midnight-blue snout.
’Eye of Truth.’ he thought.
[Name: Kael]
[Race: Ancient Dark Dragon??]
[Title: Noah Whiteheart’s Familiar]
[Elements: Darkness, Shadow]
[Mana: 700/700]
[Health: 500/500]
[Strength: 70]
[Agility: 120]
[Stamina: 50]
[Endurance: 65]
[Sense: 72]
Noah’s eyes popped out in shock the exact moment his gaze swept down to the values listed at the bottom of the transparent sheet.
He froze entirely, his hands tightening against the fabric of his trousers as his mind raced to comprehend the sheer scale of the numbers blinking before him.
The initial surprise he had felt upon seeing Kael’s physical size was absolutely nothing compared to the profound, staggering reality of the raw power now anchored within the creature’s soul.
He felt a cold sweat break out along the nape of his neck, his breath catching sharply in his throat.
’Hes grown... so much more powerful!’ he thought.
The sheer scaling of the attributes was completely absurd.
A strength value of seventy and an agility score of one hundred and twenty didn’t just place Kael above the average wilderness beast; those metrics surpassed the combat capabilities of seasoned magi.
His capacity for mana had expanded into a massive pool of seven hundred units, a reservoir that allowed for sustained, high-density casting that would leave anyy ordinary magi completely drained.
He glanced at Kael, his eyes wide and unblinking, then back at the tabs floating before him in the dim air of the bedroom.
Kael, sensing his master’s profound shock at his strength through the link that bound their souls together, smirked proudly.
The dragon puffed out his expansive chest, his pristine black scales overlapping with a heavy, metallic click as he tilted his golden horns upward toward the ceiling beams.
He let out a soft, self-satisfied snort, a tiny puff of harmless gray smoke curling out from his nostrils.
"I told you, didn’t I...?" the dragon’s voice echoed directly inside Noah’s mind, rolling waves of absolute arrogance.
He flapped his massive wings once, maintaining his perfect hover with an effortless, fluid grace. "I’m an ancient dragon. I stand at the peak of this world’s hierarchy, Master. Expect to be marveled by me every single time I take a step forward."
Noah let out a long, heavy sigh at his companion’s boundless cockiness, the dramatic weight of the dragon’s self-praise making his temples throb with a sudden, localized headache.
He raised his right hand, slowly placing a flat palm flat against his forehead as he shook his head in a mixture of amusement and exhaustion.
The absolute lack of humility in the creature’s mental tone was almost overwhelming, a stark contrast to his own quiet and reserved personality.
He couldn’t deny that Kael was right, though.
As cocky as the dragon’s overbearing words could be, the cold, hard numbers blinking on the interface of the Eye of Truth were an undeniable reality.
With a subtle mental cue, he brought up his own status interface, comparing the two.
The comparison was brutal. Even before today, his own human stats were pale compared to Kael’s, a reality he had accepted.
But now that the dragon had evolved, the disparity was terrifying.
His own physical attributes were even more far behind, looking small, fragile, and utterly inconsequential next to the explosive metrics Kael had achieved in a single night.
The raw, structural limits of human potential felt incredibly narrow when viewed right alongside the boundless architecture of a Draconic core.
He leaned his back against the wooden headboard, his eyes unblinking as the blue light reflected in his pupils, and he thought: ’Dragons really are the most powerful creatures.’
The stories and the historical ’myths’ he had skimmed through during his years at the academy hadn’t been exaggerating.
If anything, they had failed to capture the sheer, terrifying efficiency of the species.
They were designed for dominion, engineered from the bloodline outward to sit at the absolute peak of the world’s food chain without ever needing to justify their position through decades of tedious human study.
He even doubted he could defeat Kael as he was like this, even if he went all out and used all his skills.
If they were to be dropped into a closed arena right now, stripped of their soul bond, and forced into a lethal confrontation, Noah wasn’t entirely sure he would walk out alive.
His arch magus rank gave him access to devastating spell structures and a profound understanding of elemental manipulation, but Kael’s agility score of one hundred and twenty meant the dragon moved at a speed that could likely outrun his spells.
Coupled with seventy points of raw strength and sixty-five points of endurance, the creature could likely close the distance, and tear through his human defenses before Noah could use his skills.
He then realized just how fortunate he was that the ancient dragon was on his side.
Instead of a lethal threat that he would have to avoid at all costs, this terrifying engine of destruction was his partner, an absolute shield that would bleed for him, fight for him, and grow alongside him.
The dragon’s strength was, by extension, his own strength.
Yet, the sheer potential of that growth brought a completely different kind of weight down upon his imagination.
He stared at Kael again, , and he wondered how strong fully grown dragons would be like.
If a mere young dragon sustained on low-grade monster cores could achieve these numbers, what did an ancient adult look like?
What would the stats of a dragon that had lived for three centuries, consumed thousands of powerful beast cores, and fully developed its Draconic abilities look like?
A creature like that wouldn’t just be an apex predator; it would be a living catastrophe, a walking natural disaster capable of leveling entire kingdoms with a single flap of its wings or a casual breath of localized darkness.
The thought was so vast, so filled with an unimaginable, crushing power, that Noah felt a slight chill run down his spine, the skin along his arms prickling with a sudden, localized cold that had nothing to do with his frost magic.
He let out a short, soft breath, a small, wry smile pulling at the corner of his lips as he shook his head to clear the terrifying imagery from his mind.
"If I run into one..." he muttered toward the empty air, his voice barely a thread of sound against the quiet room, his tone carrying a dry, self-deprecating humor that helped break the tension in his chest. "...I’m probably finished."
Kael wanted to say something, but before he could, the dragon’s entire demeanor underwent an instantaneous shift.
His gaze snapped toward the door, and the smug expression on his face vanished, replaced by alertness.
He suddenly sunk back into Noah’s shadow, the massive wings, the golden horns, and the hard black scales dissolving into the dark pool cast by the sun.
The shadow wobbled once, then snapped back into a flat, ordinary reflection on the blanket.
A second later, the silence of the bedroom was shattered by a loud, impatient knock on the door, the old wood rattling on its hinges.
"Noah!"
The sharp, rhythmic tapping was followed immediately by Amelia’s voice, her tone carrying that restless, high-pitched energy that had been vibrating under her skin ever since she witnessed his breakthrough the previous evening.
She sounded like she had been pacing back and forth in the corridor for the last hour, waiting for the absolute limit of her patience to expire before deciding to come and disturb him in his room.
"How long are you going to stay in your room...?" she shouted through the wooden panels, her small fists giving the door another rapid, demanding thump that vibrated into the floorboards. "Come out, and show me more spells! You promised you’d let me see the lightning again today!"
Noah’s face immediately squeezed into a frown, and he clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"That doesn’t mean you should break down my door!" he shouted back. "I won’t show you any more if you keep disturbing me, you know?"