'I can create Dragons…?'
Kael couldn't believe what he was seeing.
A talent to create Dragons…
Dragon Lord…
Even a fool could put two and two together…
'I am fucked, aren't I?'
A weak smile appeared on Kael's face; he could feel goosebumps all over his body.
There were too many questions in his head.
Was he correct?
Was the man in the vision actually the future him?
Or was it his predecessor who had the same ability as his? But then how was he able to feel his emotions so clearly?
'Fuck, I need to calm down. I won't be getting answers to any of my questions right now.'
The vision was just messing with his head, so he stopped thinking about it altogether.
"Hero, what talent did you awaken?"
The Pope repeated his question, once again pulling Kael out of his reverie.
Kael glanced at the Pope again. This time, he was sure…
This wasn't a dream.
He wasn't going to wake up.
That Circle that appeared beneath him, it must be some sort of magic that has now summoned him to this world as a Hero.
'How fucking cliché…'
Kael cursed in his head.
If it had happened before, he might have been excited, but after the vision he saw… that was simply impossible.
What good is being summoned to a fantasy world when he might have to face those terrifying monsters in the future…?
'Wait, don't all protagonists face such monsters?'
He realized it.
'Ugghh…
I would have come to terms with reality on my own.
Why show me that horrifying vision?'
Kael complained.
'Shouldn't you show me the good side and rope me in first? Why would you demotivate me from the very sta—'
Suddenly, Kael froze as he recalled something.
'You must be the main character who will be summoned to another world that is being threatened by foreign monsters. As the Hero, you will be tasked to save that world. The dream you see must be how the previous Hero, the Dragon Man, lost against the foreign monsters, and now all the responsibility is on you, the new and brave hero. It is up to you to defeat the monsters, create a harem of beautiful women, and then live a happy life as the strongest existence in the world.'
He recalled the words Mark said to him before they came here.
Yes, that bitch was being sarcastic, but…
Everything he said came true!
'Was that fucker a prophet sent to alert me?'
Kael couldn't help but wonder.
Soon, however, he shook his head.
'Prophets don't go around sinking their heads into the gutter.'
Kael had too many embarrassing memories of Mark in his head to take that guy seriously.
"Hero?"
Once again, the Pope called out, this time, somewhat tired.
He had no clue why this Hero was so absent-minded.
Or… was his assumption previously correct and the hero's brain is actually absent?
'No! No, Altheran! This is blasphemy!'
He scolded himself in his head and glanced at Kael, waiting for him to respond.
"Oh, right, My talent.
You want to know what Talent I awakened, correct?"
The Hero questioned.
"Yes."
The Pope nodded, and once again, Kael turned silent.
There were still too many questions in his head, too many things he was unsure about. However, if there was one thing he knew,
It was that the vision he saw was a Warning.
Someone… or something was trying to warn him…
Kael's brain, that had spent three years exploring the culture, started working, analyzing everything he knew related to this hero and being summoned to another world stuff, and after a not-so-thorough analysis, he made a decision.
"Am I supposed to know what talent I awakened…?"
He questioned with a frown on his face.
"Huh?"
The Pope frowned.
"Is there a problem?" Kael tilted his head, feigning confusion.
"Well, anyone that awakens a talent through the Orb usually knows what talent they awaken…"
The Pope answered.
"What about the Hero? Did the previous Hero know what talent he awakened as well?"
Kael questioned. The Pope, however, was unsure.
"I do not know…
There are no records of any other Hero being summoned to this world…
There are ancient legends, but that is all we have. There are no clear records."
The Pope replied, and the moment he heard those words, Kael inwardly smiled.
'So that means you know jackshit.
I can say whatever the hell I want, and you have no choice but to believe it.'
"I do not know about others. I did feel some energy enter my body, but I do not know what it did…
Maybe I am not the Hero you are actually looking for…?"
Kael spoke with uncertainty, trying to get out of this situation.
"No. That cannot be.
The Will of Great Feraos is never wrong."
The Pope replied with certainty.
"You must have awakened your talent; you just do not realize what it is.
Worry not, Hero.
We still have time on our hands. As you grow, your talent will bloom, and it will bloom so wonderfully that even a child would be able to recognize it."
"I understand…" Kael nodded weakly.
'Che.'
He snorted.
He thought he could get away but it didn't work.
Then, he just shook his head.
At the very least, he was able to hide his talent.
Why did he do that?
Because normally, in this situation, if he didn't see the vision, he would have revealed all the details of his talent to this person next to him…
Kael's thought process was simple.
If the Vision wanted to warn him, then it must have wanted him to do things in a different manner than he normally would.
So if he normally would have revealed all the details…
Right now, he decided to hide it.
Now he had no clue if he had interpreted this the right way. He also knew just how annoying it was to read every time the strong main character decided to hide his powers.
Right now, however, he wasn't a reader and this wasn't a novel.
Kael wanted to survive, no matter what it took.
'The number of Dragons I saw in the vision was too little.
It is one thing to have a low number since Dragons are supposed to be rare…
But if you had the power to create Dragons…
Then how come I only saw 30-something Dragons…?'
Kael couldn't understand.
His plan forward, however, was clear.
If 30 didn't work…
He would create more…
100…
1000…
Or even 10,000 Dragons!
He would create so many Dragons that the enemies would piss in fear the moment they saw his Dragon Army!
Then he would accept their surrender since he is scared of fighting.
He would win without having to fight.
A perfect plan.