Year 1000
[MC POV]
"Great White-sama! Great White-sama!!"
"Hmm?"
A happy and excited voice awoken me from slumber. Lazily, I half opened one ice blue eye and looked up to see an 9 year old Ice elf child with a beaming smile on her face. This was one of the children from the younger generation from Snow Haven city. Yup, the small village that started in my home had prospered into a marvelous looking city. The atmosphere was no longer gloomy, fearful and nervous that barely had any properly built small homes standing. It now had gloriously tall structures made out of unmeltable ice that connected them to each other. Thanks to my Extra skill -Magicule Infused Ice Manipulation- their homes, even after almost 500 years, are still standing strong without any signs of damage. The Entrance to the city that was once a plain ugly hole was now remodeled into a giant ice gate, capable of taking many heavy hits from high rank magic attacks and offensive based skills before being knocked down.
After the hardships that the Ice elves went through almost 500 years ago, they all had developed an unspeakable trust for each other, leaving them all confident enough to know that everyone cared about everybody, they all looked happier then they've ever been. Laugh's and pleasant talking can be heard everyday.
And yes, she called me "Great White". After I helped out the Ice elves with their dire situation, they've been calling me that title since I still don't have a Name. They unintentionally titled me after the strongest shark on earth, don't know if I should feel pride or feel depressed for technically being called a fish. Regardless it is nice to know that you are most respected individual in the city. Thanks to my efforts, I made a positive difference for them. Even though I played a big part at the making of the village and delivering food at the start, when they regained their strength, they did all the rest. It make me proud knowing that they have grown so much(I see everyone here as my sons and daughters, except for Galadriel).
Galadriel was the previous village chieftain that I Named a few years after they migrated into my home, to say she was honoured would be the understatement of the year. She was almost crying in happiness. Why would she react this way to simply being given a name you ask? Names are granted to unnamed monsters, demi humans and demons by an individual with high magical abilities. By gaining a Name, the said individual becomes a Named individual and obtains a higher status, becomes much stronger than before, even evolving at times. Naming also acts as some sort of Protection or Blessing from the higher being that Named them, signifying that they are connected to them in some way. But based on how they're used it can be assumed that Protections almost have a direct relation to what position the individual holds as part of the World. I called my blessing "Protection of the Primordial Dragon". I think it sounds pretty neat.
The stronger the Namer, the bigger the jump in the evolution of the Named, and the more powerful the Named, the more magicules will be pulled from the Namer to evolve. With my insane amount of magicules Galadriel evolved immediately after being Named, Instead of Becoming a High Ice elf like the usual evolution route, she became a Blizzard Elf, extending her lifespan, Making her appearance eternally young and beautiful, while obtaining the Unique skill -Leader-. -Leader- is a skill that enables the user the lead a group/groups with high effectiveness and people who see her as a superior will feel less reluctant to follow her lead and instructions.
Galadriel claims that she's my servant, but I see her as a good old friend.
I shook the memories out of my head and put my focus back on the little one.
"What is it young one?" I asked tiredly.
The young ice elf pouted.
"You don't look that much older than me Great White-sama!" She yelled impatiently while stomping her foot cutely.
I should of mentioned that I now look different in appearance. Thanks to my Extra skill -Ice Elf Transformation- Instead of the overwhelmingly humongous dragon that everyone knows and loves, I now take the appearance of a 14 year old ice elf, around 5'2 tall. I look more or less like I did before I reincarnated, just with the long pointed ears and white hair. It's baffling knowing that a small person like me is actually a huge S+ Rank monster, I'm the only monster currently in that Rank if your wondering. During the ice elves stay, I found out the current strength Ranking system of the world.
Rank refers to the strength and danger evaluation system of the Guilds for Monsters, Adventurers, and other species. Both normal monsters and adventurers are ranked from F to A. Monsters who are in the upper echelon of their rank have a "+" representing the stronger than usual attached while those in the lower echelon have a "-" representing the weaker than usual attached. The amount of Magicules is the only current measurement scale for obtaining a Rank. However, monsters with lower magicule storages like some experienced Hobgoblins, who should only be at the level of regular C+ Rank, manages to reach B Rank for the standards of human adventurers by proficiency with weapon mastery alone.
That's why Behemoths, huge and powerful monsters that can have a variety of abilities depending on how old they are, having an S- Rank magicule capacity, is only considered a A+ Rank, since its lack of intelligence makes it little more than a mindless beast.
The only reason I know my S+ Ranking is because a human Warlord with a powerful army that numbered around 30000 came, with their strength they could destroy a decently sized kingdom, attacked and tried to invade my territory to kill the remaining Ice elves. The Warlord looked like a deranged bulky war veteran, with fire like red hair that went down to his neck. His armor was pretty strange, like he took the pieces of other armor's and put the most powerful on, he looked like a circus, but if was effective regardless. His face was full of scars, showing how many battles he's been though. The Warlord became ecstatic when a large building sized dragon came out the mountain, claiming that my skull would become a magnificent trophy, he and his soldiers soon charged after the bold declaration.
Big Mistake.
While the Warlord (I keep calling him that because I can't remember his name) was kinda strong, his soldiers were like flies and just plain annoying. I disposed of them within minutes, the Warlord gave me a few cuts here and there but that was just it, With -Cell Rejuvenation- they regenerated soon after. Quickly becoming bored of the fight(if you can call it that) I killed him with -Ice Breath- Freezing him instantly. It was pretty funny seeing his mouth agape with a disbelieving look, he just couldn't accept the fact that something was stronger than him.....that being me by the way.
Apparently this guy was being a menace for a quite a lot kings and queens, often raiding some smaller parts of their kingdom's with their stronger than usual warriors and disappear without a trace, making their forces slowly getting stronger with time. When they heard I destroyed the Warlord and his forces who were Rank S all together like nothing, The world quickly Ranked me as S+. I felt a little pride spread within me knowing I gotten the highest Rank attainable. But good things always come with an aftermath. Why? Cool Title = Unwanted attention.
Every now and then some adventures, knights and intelligent monsters (some dragon's included) would try to slay me inorder to gain my position as one of the strongest, if not THE strongest. Most of them were flamboyant and arrogant with ego's bigger than their own magicules, claiming they were geniuses or the most powerful of their own race(out of all of them, the strongest was at most an A+ Rank) and then tried to strike me down, only to either piss themselves or tell me they'll let me off when I showed a hint of my true amount of magicules. I won't kill them if I don't need to, I'm not entirely heartless. The only reason I killed those bastards under the Warlord without mercy is because they didn't show any to those they killed, Simple as that.
I chuckled, not at the memories. But at the little girl's poor attempt to look angry and intimidating. But got up from my bed anyway, facing her to let her know she has my full attention while giving a grin.
"I told you before, I'm 1000 years old, I'm probably older than your bloodline itself despite my appearance. While you, are 9 years old, so I have the right to call you young one." I teased.
The young elf huffed. "Whatever. Anyway Great White-sama, I wanted to tell you that I can finally use Magic!" She exclaimed, very quickly regaining her previous excitement.
I blinked, then blinked again.
"You can use Magic? already?" I asked, in contrast to the calmness I'm showing her, I was actually completely astonished. Even with races that can inherently use certain forms of magic, it normally takes them at least 13 years of practice to use the basics of manipulating magicules to form even a small fire ball. There are some cases where some individuals that are born with a high amount of magicules in their bodies, but we're just not talented enough to use it. I need to see this.
"Can you show me?" I requested, intrigued.
She was more than happy to comply.
"Sure!"
She stared channeling magicules to her palm in her hand, almost giving it an affinity before I stopped her by halting her flow of magic by disrupting it with my own magicules.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Squirt, time out!" I raised my voice, almost panicking.
"Huh? but why?" She asked, very confused. Oblivious to what she did wrong.
"You do realize you were about to use a spell in my home. Right?" I asked playfully while raising an eyebrow.
"Oh..." The elf rubbed the back of her head while smiling sheepishly. Clearly embarrassed for not thinking about something so obvious.
I rolled my eyes with smirk. "Let's go to the training ground to see what you can do. Yes?"
The young elf perked up at that and gave a toothy grin. "Yes, Great White-sama!!" She chirped happily, when proceeded to dash towards the training grounds, quickly vanishing from sight.
I stared at the spot she was in, amused at her antics before leaving my palace in the direction she went. That's right, you heard me. I now live in a PALACE. It's not one of those huge palace's that the royalties have, but big enough for all of the things I've collected over the years to put in, books, records, valuable treasures and other things. I didn't originally want a palace but the residents insisted on making me one after everything I've done for them. Especially after killing the Warlord. Always saying something like "We need to build a palace worthy of Great White-sama!". All of them voicing their agreement's on the matter while I only sweatdropped in the background.
The palace itself looks like any other palace(can't be bothered to describe it in full detail)it was in the north of the city, at the back of my river(which is now called Mystic River). It was big, spacious and majestic looking, making anyone who see's it know whoever lives in it must be respected...well, except for the young ice elf we just talked to of course.
Making my way to the training grounds, everyone who I passed bent their head down a little and bowed in respect. I internally rolled my eyes at this but nodded in acknowledgement regardless. I kept telling them that there was no need to do so. However, they informed me that the tradition of their village(city), anyone who is ranked higher than themselves must be bowed to, and I'm the highest ranked being in the city. I stopped caring after 10 years.
Entering one of the training grounds, I saw our said ice elf already preparing a wood dummy resistant to low level magic but looked like she was straining because of how heavy it was. I shrugged, politely asking her to move out the way before using the Extra skill -Telekinesis- to move the dummy to the centre of the training ground. Satisfied with my work, I turned and looked down to the young ice elf.
"Alright, your ready to go!" I said while giving her a thumbs up. Moving out the way.
She nodded with a giddy smile before concentrating again, closing her eyes, pointing her hands towards the dummy while gathering magicules in her palms. I noticed an invisible presence being summoned behind her, it was faint, but it was there.
'-God's Voice-....is that....?'
[Yes. She is summoning a weak ice spirit to attack.]
'...'
I stood there motionlessly, too shocked to find words. Spirits in general are very prideful entities, it's rare for one to leave the spirit realm and appear in the physical realm, and it's even more rare for one to accept a mortal as their master. They normally want masters that have similar personalities to them, or at the very least have the same goals as them. Like getting stronger, gathering knowledge, collect valuable items, or in extremely rare case's, make friendships. By the looks of 9 year olds ice spirit, it looks young, It doesn't have a visible form yet so it's maybe around 50 years old right now. But from the vagueness, I can just about see the form of a little bird, an ice bird to be exact.
After a few minutes the young ice elf finished concentrating her magic and released a large sharp icicle towards the dummy with a surprisingly fast speed, piercing it in seconds. I recognize this magic spell, I believe it's called -Icicle Shot-, if the dummy didn't have freezing resistance enchanted on it, then it wouldn't have been nothing more than an ice cube right now.
I had to admit that I was impressed, some individuals twice her age wouldn't be able to do that. For her age she's extremely talented, a bright future will await her.
Looking back at the ice elf, by the panting, she must be very winded after casting a spell of that caliber. It's to be expected, she's only 9 years old after all. I walked up to where she was standing and ruffled her hair happily, earning an annoyed groan.
"Nice job kid! I didn't know you contracted an ice spirit. Spirits are really hard to find and you found one! when did you find it?" I asked unable to hide my curiosity. Even among spirits, ice spirits are quite hard to come by. In my 1000 year long life I've only seen 2.
She smiled at the compliment before looking at me weirdly. "Ice spirit? what ice spirit?" She started looking around the training area, looking for it.
I raised an eyebrow. "I sensed you summoning a spirit before casting your magic, are you saying you can't remember making a contract with it?" I asked while tilting my head like a confused dog.
The young ice elf pondered at the question for a moment before perking up, remembering something. "Last night I had a dream about meeting this pretty blue bird flying in front of me, it looked hungry so I gave it some food, it ate it then it looked really happy and then we started playing tag! he kept winning but after a while he suddenly went in my chest where my heart is, then when I woke up I felt like I had a better connection to the ice for some reason, when I tried ice magic it worked!" She exclaimed proudly, puffing out her chest in pride.
"Ah..." I let out a breath in understanding. Individuals meeting spirits in their dream is, while rare, not unheard of. Sometimes spirits would communicate with potential masters in their dreams. It would be quite confusing if an ice spirit, who are known to be shy, suddenly appeared in the city, and the young one by me spent most her life living in the city, meaning it's unlikely for her to meet a spirit in the small time she's out of her home.
"Yes, that bird you met was a spirit, sometimes they are little shy to meet someone new so they sometimes appear in your dreams to become friends, you have made a very special friend young one." I explained simply, she's young, she doesn't need a long boring lecture about spirits.
Her eyes widened, practically sparkling in amazement. "Really!?" She was fidgeting in excitement, a little moved that something as special as the bird was willing to be her friend.
I nodded gently, before putting on a grin and bending my head down to reach her height. "You wanna show off to your friends?" I bounced my eyebrows suggestively while gesturing to the exit of the training ground with my head.
She didn't say anything else before she zoomed out of the area, leaving floating dust to where she once was. She's really fast. I let out an amused huff at her antics, then looked at the cloudless blue sky with a happy and wise smile. The kind of expression that an elderly person uses when he thinks about all the great experiences that he's been through. I tilted my head to the left slightly, not taking my eyes of the alluring sky. Then I called out.
"Your great-great-grandaughter's something else." I said to seemingly no one, still smiling.
Emphasis on seemingly.
From the corner of the entrance a 6'2 beautiful blizzard elf with sliver long hair pinned behind her ears appeared from the air. She wore white elven robes that almost reached the ground and a necklace made of various jewels and gems around her neck, making her look like a queen. She had a kind but pleased smile. Looking almost entertained at the previous sight as she walked up to me gracefully. This was Galadriel, my oldest friend.
"What can I say master, our talent runs in the family." Galadriel claimed cheekily, finally standing by my right side, mimicking my sky gazing.
I rolled my eyes good naturally at the statement. "I think she inherited your carefree attitude more than anything." I smirked while leering up at her. Not the least bit intimidated by our height difference.
She covered her mouth with her hand to suppress a giggle, clearly enjoying this.
I huffed, looking back up at the sky. We stood there for a few moments in a comfortable silence, before looking at Galadriel, my facial expression appearing to be a little serious. Not enough to alert her, just enough to gain her attention.
"I'm considering giving her a Name when she matures." I stated plainly, on the line of emotionless, getting her to look down at me, surprise all on her face. Almost shocked.
"Truly?" Her tone was clam, but with someone with my experience, one could detect a faintest hint of happiness. Her master has never given a Name to anyone but herself. It was justified being surprised to hear him saying that he will be considering giving her descendant a Name. There must be a reason.
I merely nodded.
"Yes, for her age she's incredibly intelligent, her Magicule reserves are already on the level of a novice mage, she's has the mentality of a 13 year old and, most of all, she contracted an ice spirit. Did you know about the spirit situation?"
Galadriel hummed as she nodded, knowing about the little spirit all day. She was, to be completely honest, bewildered(no pun intended) at the phenomenon that she witnessed earlier today. Not feeling completely confident in her judgement that it was a spirit, so she sent her granddaughter to the most knowledgeable being around, her master, to find out if it was one.
I lightly sighed. "You could've told me earlier. Anyway, I have ment to tell you that I've been keeping an eye on the human kingdoms around my territory. Their numbers are increasing and they're collecting quite a lot of magic stones for some reason. I suspect they are going into war, with whom I do not know."
Galadriel narrowed her eyes at what her master told her, also suspicious of what the humans were up to. There has been a lot of human activity lately, more specifically in the mines where magics stones are located. Why would they need so many magic stones for?
"Are they trying to make a new weapon perhaps?" The ancient Blizzard elf calculated with a frown.
I simply shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. we'll just need to keep alert at times like these, I protected this place, my home, for more than 500 years without fail and I definitely will not fail protecting all of you." I stated gently, yet my tone showed that I had unspoken resolve.
Galadriel smiled appreciatively."I don't think anyone will be able to get passed the world's oldest and most powerful dragon without suffering the consequences." she laughed, almost jokingly.
Almost.
I chuckled at her amusing behavior. Yes, while I'm still alive, nobody will hurt my people. No human, no demon, no dragon will even think about touching them. His son's, daughters and his best friend.
No one.
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Status
Name: Nameless
Race: Primordial Dragon
Species: Bewilderbeast
Growth Stage: Adult
Title: None
Given Title: Great White
Known Magic: -Ice Breath-
Known Abilities:
Unique skill -God's Voice-
Unique skill -Cell Rejuvenation-
Unique skill -Concentrated Magicule Hyper Release-
Passive skill -Calm Mind-
Extra skill -Magic Power Perception and Manipulation-
Extra skill -High Pressured Hydro Breath-
Extra skill -Presence Concealment-
Extra skill -Sea Life Command-
Extra skill -Blizzard Control-
Extra skill -Blizzard Creation-
Extra skill -Icicle Lance-
Extra skill -Monster's Lesser Haki-
Extra skill -Raw Magicule Release-
Extra skill -Wind Manipulation-
Extra skill -Gravity Manipulation-
Extra skill -Magicule Infused Ice Manipulation-
Extra skill -Ice Elf Transformation-
Extra skill -Telekinesis-
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Here ya go!
I choose not to censor any of the foul language anymore because the future chapter is going to get quite dark and it makes no sense if I create a dark scenario without it.
Stay tooned!