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Chapter 92: Path of the Crimson Scales (Complete)
[You have completed the Advanced Quest Path of the Crimson Scales.]
[You have advanced into the Warrior’s Ashen Hollow Faction Subclass: Crimson Scale Conqueror! When the distant roar of dragons echoes across the land, Crimson Scale Conquerors will ride forth upon massive, brutal Dragonblood creatures from the skies, bringing endless flames and utter annihilation to their enemies.]
[You have acquired Traits: Born to Ride, Dragon Roar Charge.]
Stuffed Bun slowly opened his eyes, immediately sensing a profound increase in strength. His senses—sight, hearing, even his perception of the world around him—had sharpened to an almost unnatural degree.
“I am so fucking powerful now…” Stuffed Bun muttered, staring down at his hands—now covered in jagged, gleaming scales, tipped with razor-sharp claws. He couldn’t help but admire the transformation.
Then he glanced to his side.
There, standing beside him, was a figure whose face was unmistakably familiar—though now entirely dragonlike. His skull had fully morphed into a draconic visage, yet traces of his former human features still lingered in the shape of his brows and eyes.
“Hardcore Player,” Singo said with a smirk, stretching his new body with a series of crackling pops. “You’re kinda ugly now.”
He paused, then raised a brow—its surface now thick with bony ridges. “Oh, and by the way… check your Attribute Panel. Might be a surprise.”
Stuffed Bun shot back, “Even as a dragon, I still radiate spiritual charisma. My soul is still gorgeous.”
Still, he begrudgingly opened his Character Sheet.
> [Stuffed Bun]
> Strength — 14
> Dexterity — 12
> Constitution — 13
> Intelligence — 12
> Wisdom — 10
> Charisma — 11
At first, he felt triumphant—his stats had skyrocketed. But then he saw the last number.
“What the hell?! Why is my Charisma still up?!” Stuffed Bun let out a genuine, despairing wail.
He couldn’t believe it. His once-handsome face—now replaced by a grotesque, scaly dragon visage—was somehow rated higher by the System than his original human countenance. It was unacceptable.
Singo snickered. “Charisma isn’t just about looks, you know. You really think sorcerers cast spells just because they’re pretty?”
He paused, then added, “From what we’ve gathered in the Guide group, it’s more like aura, influence, the power to shape minds. The strongest Charisma users can warp reality with sheer willpower.”
Stuffed Bun exhaled in relief. “Phew… I thought—”
But Singo cut him off without mercy: “Still, in the early stages of the System’s assessment, physical appearance does carry a lot of weight.”
Stuffed Bun: “…”
Then came the final blow: “Just so you know, my base Charisma was 12. Qiu Yu’s is 14. Even War Fury Brother has 11. You really didn’t get below 10?”
Stuffed Bun: “…”
He wanted to retreat. To disappear. To avoid this conversation forever.
“Noodles,” he whispered, gently stroking the neck of the creature beside him. “You may not speak… but at least you don’t insult me.”
Since the ritual’s completion, Stuffed Bun had unlocked the Born to Ride Trait. A deep, instinctual bond now pulsed between him and Noodles—the once-reluctant wyvern now felt the warmth of bloodline kinship from his rider. Their relationship had shifted from wary coexistence to something far more intimate.
Noodles had grown to nearly five meters in length. Though his neck remained long and slender—like a strand of noodles—his body was now thick with dense muscle, armored in hard, crimson scales. Fire now crackled at the back of his maw. He looked like a living, breathing miniature Red Dragon.
“Damn… this is way cooler than any Ferrari or Lamborghini,” Stuffed Bun muttered, running a hand over the dragon’s armored hide, marveling at the texture.
Noodles, thrilled by his newfound strength, couldn’t help but thrash his thick tail in excitement—only to accidentally unleash a burst of flame.
Boom!
Stuffed Bun’s dragon face was instantly blackened by the blast. Though the Red Dragon Bloodline protected him from real harm, the sheer shock left him speechless.
Noodles, sensing his rider’s discomfort, slowly lowered his head, eyes wide and innocent.
Stuffed Bun: “…”
Singo finally broke the silence. “Stop dawdling. Qiu Yu and War Fury Brother are waiting.”
Before he could finish speaking, Singo leapt onto his two-headed dragon with effortless grace, wings unfurling as the beast took flight—perfectly synced, as if they’d trained together for years.
“Alright, alright,” Stuffed Bun said, climbing onto his own two-headed dragon and following suit.
Above, the sky roared with triumphant, echoing dragon calls. Two wyverns—mounted by Crimson Scale Conquerors—swept across the clouds, racing toward Bathor City.
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Bathor City, Central Plaza
The two wyverns circled above the plaza, descending slowly.
“Whoa… look at that!”
“Just two wyverns, man. Probably just patrol duty.”
“Newbie, I’ve seen ten-meter-long two-headed dragons before.”
“No… look at who’s on their backs.”
“…Is that… a person?”
The beasts spiraled a few more times, letting out thunderous roars before landing with a violent crash—dust and debris erupting across the plaza.
Stuffed Bun and Singo deliberately struck dramatic poses: one wyvern raised its head and let out a long, piercing roar; the other spread its wings and bellowed forward. Only then did they dismount with flair.
“Wait—Player names!”
“Holy crap! It’s Stuffed Bun and Hardcore Player! They leveled up! Crimson Scale Conquerors!”
“Wait… they turned into dragon people?”
“So damn cool.”
“God… seeing them succeed hurts more than my own failure.”
Xia Ye Qiu Yu and Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang had been waiting, and now rushed forward, grinning.
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang chuckled. “You two look awesome.”
He’d spent Contribution Points on a Half-Dragon Transformation blessing, adopting a semi-dragon form. Though his head was now covered in smooth, reptilian scales, his scalp remained bald—though every time he scratched it, his clawed fingers left shallow cuts.
Xia Ye Qiu Yu sighed, rubbing her temples. “I’m glad I didn’t go that route. Would’ve ended up looking like you two—hideous.”
Her own transformation, however, had been far more elegant. As a Dragonblood Sorcerer, she’d gained the arcane might of the Red Dragon. Subtle changes only—faint dragon scales along her cheeks, delicate horns sprouting from her forehead, golden vertical pupils replacing her irises. Her face remained refined, even more striking now, her aura exuding regal power.
Singo nodded seriously. “Alright, let’s tally up our gains. I’m heading back to update the Guide. Stuffed Bun—you’re doing the video.”
The others nodded. “Deal.”
That night, a post titled “How to Become a Proper Dragon Rider?” exploded across the Player Forum.
It emphasized two key items—Singo’s exclusive Dragonfly Lasso and Calmative Hormone—as essential tools for success. The only downside? They were slightly expensive.
Meanwhile, the second issue of Alerzage Log dropped.
Fans rushed to click. The first thing they saw? A terrifying, grinning dragon face.
> “First.”
> “Missing person returns.”
> “What the hell is this? Is it a monster?”
Then, the voice came—familiar, smug, and utterly annoying.
“Welcome to Alerzage Log Episode Two. I’m Stuffed Bun.”
“Dude! It’s Stuffed Bun!”
“Whoa… he’s turned into a dragon man. There’s a powerful aesthetic to it.”
“Stuffed Bun’s actually hotter now!”
(End of Chapter)
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