Guild Wars



The Draco of that time did not understand what the fellow was talking about referring to purities and all that, but what he did know was that his senses of danger that he had honed from years of combat in Boundless were blaring at their loudest. 

He had not felt this way since the raid Darkrow had launched against a powerful Colonel Rank boss a few years ago. At that time, the humanoid monster had only glanced at him once and Draco had already felt like he was on his way to hell. 

Likewise, looking at this fellow made him feel like he was staring at a superior form of life. Like the person before him was someone who had climbed the ladder and reached the step above him. This feeling made him feel wary, yet he also felt a burning hatred for this fellow in his soul. 

Draco rubbed his temples as he felt like something was roaring in his head, trying to break free. He was familiar with this feeling since it always happened when his emotions got extreme or he got near Local Lord. 

However, after a few seconds, the roaring was suppressed by something and seemed to go away. This allowed Draco to regain clarity of mind and distance himself from his arrogant foe who still had his hands behind his back. 

"Sub-human trash, remember my name: Ao Potian! Not only am I the one who will kill you, but I will also sever your head to present it to my esteemed cousin and become his right-hand man!" Ao Potian declared heroically. 

Hearing his name, how could Draco not understand that the cousin this fellow was talking about likely to be that hateful bastard, Shangtian? He was deeply shocked that Shangtian would make a move on him outside the game. 

Draco had heard some rumors of people being assassinated in real life by their opponents in the game, but he had never taken them to heart because proof of that had never really come up. What's more he didn't think Eva, nor Shangtian, would want to kill him since they seemed genuinely invested in Darkrow's growth. 

However, that bubble burst today and Draco was filled with regret. He should have developed better security measures to protect his life and not been spending the day thinking about how he would make Eva extremely happy, only to find her beneath that bastard! 

Now, he was about to suffer for it. 

"Hasn't that bastard already done enough? If he wanted to kill me, why didn't he come here himself? Why send you over to do his dirty work?" Draco asked his foe while measuring his movement. 

Potian's face darkened and he took a step forward. To Draco's shock, Potian was not like those who came before who only had the strength and not the speed and endurance needed to facilitate that strength. 

He was a perfectly balanced package, so his movement speed was akin to something from Boundless, not the real world. If Draco hadn't grown used to fighting such speedy foes in Boundless, he likely would not have even known how he had died! 

He slashed forward while converting all his force into his blade, meeting the punch head on with his sword. Draco's eyes narrowed as he expected the sword to either slice the skin of his foe or rebound off given the absurd physical strength he had seen so far, coupled with his own augmentation. 

What he did not expect, that was when the sword and fist made contact, the sword exploded into fine pieces of shrapnel that were blown back his way. Draco was sent flying due to the remnant shockwave of the punch, clashing into a nearby wall and digging a deep dent. 

He spat out a mouthful of blood and clutched his broken right arm. The metal pieces had torn into him, cutting his chest, legs and face thoroughly and turning him into a leaky faucet that bled everywhere. 

He could only use BoG to squeeze his muscles near the wound and limit the blood loss, but only after reaching Tier 3 in the BoG would one obtain a basic healing factor. Unfortunately, the current him didn't even know about Lineages, much less the Tiers of Control. 

Draco could feel his mind slipping into darkness and knew that he was losing blood and energy quickly. Forget trying to fight, he had to escape. This was a foe that was impossible to beat with his current power. 

He pushed himself up and forcefully set his broke right arm, hissing from the agony. Draco did not have anything to stabilize it with, so he could only turn and rush into a nearby alley while allocating his body's force into the soles of his feet, granting him a burst of speed with each step. 

The effect of this was that Draco was easily running at over 30 km/h, but he was filled with shock when a shadow appeared beside him and threw out a punch. 

He could only dodge in a sorry state and see a nearby building explode, the people inside perishing amidst screams. They had already left this apartment area at their speed, so whatever blockade or silence they had in place to isolate Draco was no longer present. 

This meant that casualties would appear if this dragged on, and the authorities might soon get involved if it reached a high enough level. Draco gritted his teeth as he really did not want to involve innocents in this, but he also needed their help to distract his foes and attract stronger forces. 

He did not have a choice in the matter though, as Potian roared and dug his hands into a nearby building and lifted it up. He then threw it at Draco casually, sending the building crashing into many others in its way and breaking them apart. 

By the time the remaining debris reached Draco, it was a few large shards of rock and mental wires that lashed at him. Even as he was struck, he only coughed blood and continued moving. 

Draco felt his mind spin as the exertion and blood loss was worsening his state and making him delirious. He cast his mind outward, trying to find any bit of help and assistance to save him in this crucial life and death moment. 

For a second, Draco seemed to have an illusion that his brain became super-hot and something seemed to sublimate in his mind as he was able to see things beyond his eyesight. He found it amusing that on the cusp of death he would have such illusions, but he decided to humor himself. 

He sensed that there was an underground fighting ring through this expanded sense that came from a nearby uncompleted building, he rushed into it and followed the entrance downward, reaching the door of the fighting ring, but his legs gave out at this moment. 

He collapsed right as the door opened and a pair of thick thighs of such quality that he marveled at his last breath appeared before him. 

"Oh? What is this?" A playful feminine voice spoke just as Draco's consciousness sunk into oblivion. 

......….. 

When Draco eventually came to, he noticed he was lying on a comfortable bed with pink sheets and a very soft pillow. His body had been bandaged and his wounds had mostly healed in time. 

What was most surprising was that he could sense the entire area around him, even outside the room and saw that he was guarded by two large and burly men in bodyguard suits. As he was not delirious, he could easily tell that he had finally broken through at a moment of life and death and reach full Control Tier 1! 

He spent some time playing with his new ability, the Void of Perfection, with fascination. Draco felt like a whole different human being and understood why others rated the VoP higher than BoG. The BoG had already changed his life so much and granted him great martial power, so he felt that the VoP should be the same. 

But just using it in this short while made him understand how overpowered this was. If he met those super strong fellows again, he could easily kill them without exerting himself too much. As for that final guy, the cousin of Shangtian, Draco would only be able to fight him if he had a weapon strong enough to withstand his blows. 

This confused Draco, because he knew Eva had full Control. With such senses, how could she not tell he was coming and push Shangtian off to hide her infidelity? Could it be that the VoP didn't work in the game? 

That seemed illogical when he knew for a fact that the BoG worked, otherwise he wouldn't have come this far. Draco was lost for a while but cast his thoughts aside and turned his head to glance at the woman seated on the couch near the bed. 

She was wearing a nightgown that was extremely thin and see through, allowing one to view hee torpedo breasts that were covered by a flimsy bra, as well as her supple thighs that were crossed, preventing one from seeing the path of success which was only covered by a paper thin thong. 

Draco did admit that this was probably the sexiest woman he had ever seen in his life. He didn't even know women could be built like this outside of extensive surgeries and 2D porn, but here she was in the flesh, all natural too. 

"Done looking?" Maria commented lightly as she raised her head from her holotab, which she had been playing with all this while to stifle her boredom. 

Draco frowned and did not speak. He only tried to raise his upper body, but a surge of weakness coursed through him and he plummeted back onto the bed. He could feel that while his wounds had mostly recovered, the blood loss was not fully restored since he did not get any transfusions. 

That would take a while and a spell of nursing to get his blood levels back up even with his level of special abilities. As such, he could only helplessly lay down and close his eyes, looking defeated and tired with life. 

"You know, I found you all bloody and cut up, passed out in front of the arena. If I hadn't brought you here, someone might have stepped on your body and tossed you out. Don't I at least deserve a thanks?" Maria complained with a glare at Draco. 

Draco's wrung his lips but still did not speak. He only glared at the ceiling as if the answers to the universe's problems were located there. Maria was both angered and amused by this, and she got up to walk over to the bedside. 

If Draco was looking over, he could watch the lovely breasts bounce like two basketballs and see the peach jiggle then clap like the ocean waves on a stormy sea. Of course, this was irrelevant since he could 'see' it all with his VoP, and far better than his eyes ever could. 

Maria stood by the bed and looked down at Draco, placing her arms on her hip with dissatisfaction. Draco looked away so that he wouldn't have to see the two mountains that blocked the light from reaching his eyes hover over him. 

"Young man, what is your problem? Do you hate women or something?" Maria asked with exasperation. 

"…yes." Draco finally responded in a sullen tone. 

Maria was surprised he answered and her irritation disappeared as a playful smile spread on her face. "Oh, an incel in today's era? Weren't you guys supposed to have gone extinct or something after the invention of sexbots and FIVR porn?" 

Draco was confused. "What the hell is that?" 

"It's… well you know what, it doesn't matter, what matters is the fact that you owe me your life! Also, your continued upkeep until you become healthy again is up to me, so you'd better show me some respect." Maria stated while folding her arms. 

Draco hesitated and finally turned to face her. "What do you want?" 

Seeing that she finally had his attention, Maria smiled widely.