After Lisa had interrogated the entire class, she dismissed the students and sent them back to their classes while she interrogated the rest of the school one by one. James was the main issue in this case, as he belonged to one of the most powerful families in the country. Of course, Lucifer knew this was going to happen, but he could have tried to stop himself if he had wanted to. To be honest, he didn't understand himself at all or where this heartless facade was coming from. Was it because of the dragon bloodline he was carrying? Seemingly, that was his best guess. He would have to prevent the dangerous consciousness of the dragon from taking over him completely. Meanwhile, he still had a pending mission which, after much consideration, he had delayed for now. The mission involved him killing more people, which could cause him to become a prime suspect and eventually land him in even more trouble. Then again, one part of him wasn't entirely comfortable killing. That was his hum

One of Lucifer's drawbacks was indecisiveness, which was currently affecting him. Although he wasn't interested in purchasing an extremely powerful weapon or armor, he was still having trouble deciding among the weaker options. The store was divided into rows, each occupying a different inventory rank. Within each row were smaller sections that categorized weapons, armor, and other items. He was currently in the D-Rank section, trying to select a piece of armor. He would have gone for C-Rank, but inventories were expensive, and if he wanted to save money from his current account balance, he'd rather stick to D-Rank inventories. Lucifer moved from one display stand to another, carefully examining the armors arranged before him. Some were designed to provide better protection against physical attacks, while others offered resistance against elemental abilities. There were even a few that prioritized mobility over defense, allowing their wearers to move freely without being weighed do

The moment Lucifer stepped through the portal, a cold wind hit his face. He stopped for a moment as the sudden chill passed through his clothes and settled against his skin. The air was far colder than anything he had experienced outside the dungeon, and he could see his breath whenever he exhaled. He found himself standing in the middle of a small, ruined village covered in snow. Old wooden houses stood on both sides of a narrow path, their roofs buried beneath thick layers of snow. Some had fallen apart, while others leaned to one side as if they could collapse at any moment. The doors were broken, the windows were empty, and ice covered the walls. Lucifer looked at the nearest house. One side of its roof had fallen in, leaving broken wooden beams scattered across the snow. The front door hung from a single hinge, moving slightly whenever the wind blew against it. He could not see anyone inside. In fact, there was not a single sign of life anywhere in the village. Beyond the ho

'Curses.' Lucifer heard more faint sounds coming from different parts of the forest. His dragon senses picked up the danger before he could see it. He turned towards Vivian and Amira, trying to find where the sounds were coming from, but the thick trees made it hard to see beyond a short distance. A large blue spear shot out from the forest and flew straight towards him. His senses warned him just in time, allowing him to move aside before the weapon could strike his body. The spear passed close enough for him to feel the air it pushed aside before crashing into a nearby tree. It sank deep into the trunk, leaving Lucifer with little doubt about the strength behind the throw. He stared at the weapon for a moment. Whoever had thrown it was hiding somewhere in the forest, and the attack had been aimed at him. He had no time to study the spear, however, as more sounds reached his ears from different directions. "Take cover!" he shouted as he jumped out of the way. Vivian and Amira rea

The goblins charged at once, their spears raised as they rode towards the three humans. Their mounts kicked up snow as they closed in, and the sharp points of their weapons shone under the faint light. Vivian moved first. Wind swept around her legs as she rushed towards Drakon, her sword raised to meet his spear. Their weapons clashed, sending a sharp ring through the ruined village. Drakon's mount turned with a quick step, and he swung his spear at her head. Vivian ducked and cut at his side, but Drakon pulled back in time. He laughed and drove his spear towards her chest. She turned her body aside, yet the point still tore through part of her armor. She jumped back before he could strike again, her face tense as she held her sword in both hands. Drakon gave her no time to rest. He rode forward and thrust his spear at her again, forcing her to move from side to side. Vivian used her speed to avoid each blow, but she could not land a clean hit on him. Every time she tried to close