“Finally! My family will be great again. After hundreds of years, we will have a true Dragon, and we will rule the sky once more!" shouted Arthur Drakemont, the head of the Drakemont Family, the only family in the world with the Dragon pathway.Quinn wanted to shout at him. He wanted to stand and cut his head with his sword, but he was powerless, held down by a spear that was driven through his chest and into the ground.His head was filled with pain that made everything fuzzy. The smell of his own blood felt like rusted metal in his mouth, and the nearby groans of pain from the others made his ears ache.Surrounding him in a circle were others like him, pinned down by a spear to the chest directly on the magical formation drawn into the ground.All of them, including Quinn, were children of Arthur. The illegitimate children. All of them thrown away like disposables after they had dedicated their lives to the family.Their beasts, their Bounds, were already butchered.All in a bid to

"Bring your food here, you lap dog!" Gisele shouted.Each of the five tables had the biggest bully that acted as the ’boss’ and they demanded how food would be shared.After his little speech, the head servant for their dorm had ordered them to be served food that was little more than vomit of watery green.And for his own table, Gisele and her gang were the ones ruling."Don’t you hear me? You’ll get double the beating today!" she snarled. They were the same age, but she was taller and sturdier, with arms three times the size of Quinn’s.Everyone at the table bent their heads and began to scoop food into their mouths like hungry dogs, afraid it would be snatched away the next instant.Only those Gisele called stood up and moved toward her, their bowls in hand and their eyes down.Quinn’s mouth curled in disgust. He couldn’t believe he had once been like that.A pathetic thing.He walked toward her, his eyes raised and steady."...time to start getting things into motion... I can’t ki

From that day forward, the head servant began to teach them how to use Mana.Using Mana is the basic thing for all Dragonkins, but it is something big and unique for ordinary humans.They would wake up in the morning, and the head servant would serve them food. Afterwards, it would be training Mana from morning until night.It was a boring subject for the six-year-old Quinn.Mana itself does not give that much power. It is basically to enhance the body. But then, before the era of Pathways and Dragonkins, Mana users dominated the world.But Quinn did not just relax because using Mana was something he could do in his dreams. Instead, he even worked harder. There was a technique he found out years later, but it was already too late for him.It is the technique of forcing Mana into the bones to make them stronger. Adults could not use it because their bones had already formed, but for a kid like Quinn, it was the best way to spend his time.While others were forcing their bodies to produ

"Well... Well... Well... What do we have here?"Arthur asked as he loomed over Quinn, a red aura rippling around them, sending their robes fluttering.Quinn stared up at his father and wanted to jump and bury his sword in the man’s throat. But he held himself back because he would be dead before he even reached the man.He had mistakenly let his bloodlust loose the other time, and Arthur had reacted quite sharply to it.He bowed his head. "My name is Quinn, Your Grace."Arthur stared at him for a while, and the pressure coming from him increased. The air turned thick and heavy, coiling around Quinn’s limbs like a weight."Quinn, why are you still standing?"Quinn blinked in surprise; he didn’t understand what Arthur was saying. He thought the man had found out about his bloodlust intent earlier, but he was asking a completely different question. "Why am I still standing?""Yes, you are a child, and yet you are withstanding the aura pressure. You are standing the domination from a Drag

The outpost was built around the Blood tree, not as if there were fences around, camping a portion of the wilderness, but formations were set in different parts, creating a tightly sealed shield that wrapped around the place and completely cut it off from the wilderness.The outpost itself was built as an arena, and already different people from Kragthar were arriving, nobles under House Drakemont with their children. Although they could not participate, they were still there for the show.The bastards were marched into the arena, over two hundred children between the ages of seven and six, all of them wearing white robes with their red eyes glittering.Quinn followed beside Arthur as he walked to the special throne built at the top of the arena, on a raised platform specifically made for him.Arthur sat down, and his family members arranged themselves at the platform below his feet. Including Quinn, he sat beside Freya.The family Head began to speak, his voice echoing across the ent