The Milf's Dragon

The spaceship dropped out of stealth above the planet’s atmosphere.

Lunarel’s fingers flew across the holographic interface. "Captain Bhiran, we’re ready. Ship anchored. Cloak active."

Captain Bhiran stood at the center of the deck with His four wings folded tight against his back. The halo around his neck pulsed with soft light as He raised his hand. A small device that was cubic and humming, materialized from beneath his cloak.

Then he pressed a button ontop it.

And His image expanded outward. Not from the ship but from the cubic device and Through the planet itself like a giant halogram machine. Every sky, every horizon, every eye on the surface below saw him at once.

Four wings. Halo’ed neck. Robes billowing in the void space.

"PEOPLE OF THIS WORLD..." His voice echoed across continents. "...REJOICE! FOR YOUR GODS HAVE ARRIVED!"

On the human continent, people froze on the streets. Hunter’s Hands moved to their weapons in alert. Their Eyes scanned the sky.

In Vashari, beastfolk warriors rose from their meals. Claws extended with their Tails going rigid.

In the elven forests, bows were drawn. In the dwarven mountains, axes were raised. In the druid groves, syes looked up with suspicion.

No one knelt.

Bhiran’s grin faltered. "Huh? These lesser beings are reacting... differently."

Lunarel’s voice crackled through his earpiece. "Captain, they’re not..."

"I can see that, lunarel!" Bhiran retorted.

Then a new voice filled the sky.

"It’s alright, everyone. I’ll take care of this."

The tension on the surface did not break but it shifted. Hunters lowered their weapons slightly. Beastfolk relaxed their stances. Elves, dwarves and druids all exhaled in relief.

Their Dragon King had spoken.

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A portal tore open above the clouds.

Owen stepped through in his Perfect human form. No wings. No scales. Just a man in black pants and a simple shirt, hovering in the upper atmosphere.

He stopped ten meters from Bhiran.

The captain’s eyes widened. "What? How is a lesser being up here?"

Lunarel’s voice cut through the comm. "Captain! That being...his energy reading is Tier 5, one star! Captain, be careful!"

"Nonsense!" Bhiran’s wings flared. "A lesser world producing a Tier 5, one star? I refuse to believe that!" He pointed his staff at Owen. "State yourself! Who are you? What sector are you from? What Pirate group are you affiliated with?"

Owen didn’t answer. Because behind him, space rippled.

Gorvax stepped out of the portal. Still Robed and featureless. His presence alone bent the light around him.

The comm erupted.

"It’s—it’s the Sower! Gorvax!"

"Captain! Captain! It’s the Tier 4, five stars cosmic gardener!"

Lunarel’s voice was a shriek.

Sweat poured from Bhiran’s blue forehead. "Curse my luck."

Gorvax tilted his head. "Be at ease, vagrant. I will not lay a hand on you." He gestured to Owen. "You are free to go. But only if you defeat this little disciple of mine."

Bhiran’s fear shifted into disbelief. "The Sower... has taken a disciple?" His grip tightened on his staff. "Sector 16 will not take this lightly—"

PEW!

A bolt of compressed air shot past his cheek. Close enough to draw a thin line of blue blood.

Gorvax’s hand was raised. "Or... I can just kill you and your whole crew now."

Bhiran stared at him with Animosity burninh behind his eyes. But he did not move.

"Go on..." Gorvax said to Owen. "...test what you’ve learned."

Owen rolled his Fists "Who’s your disciple? What nonsense" He hovered forward. "Just fly back and watch me beat up this halo-neck freak."

Bhiran’s face twisted. "Hah~! Some little newbie Tier 5, one star thinks he can take me? Captain Bhiran of the Ne’light Pirates? Me? A Tier 5, five stars?"

He spread his arms and A staff materialized within it. futuristic, sleek and covered in glowing seams.

"Fine! You better be true to your words, Gardener!" He pointed the staff at Gorvax.

Gorvax waved a hand. "Sure, sure. You can even kill him... if you can."

"Good!" Bhiran’s staff swung toward Owen.

His eyes locked on the Dragon King.

"Come, you little shit!" Bhiran struck first.

His staff swung wide, a horizontal arc meant to cleave Owen in half. But Owen dropped. Momentum Shift carried him under the blow, his body inches from the staff’s glowing edge.

SWOOSH!

He kicked off empty air, spinning sideways. Bhiran’s follow-up came fast—a thrust aimed at Owen’s chest. But Owen pivoted, caught the staff with his forearm as his idestructible skin held, but the force drove him back ten meters.

"You’re quick..." Bhiran snarled. "...But quick doesn’t beat power!"

He raised his free hand. Light gathered between his fingers, solidified, sharp, humming with cosmic energy. Then Shards formed. Dozens of them.

FWIP. FWIP. FWIP.

They launched. Owen’s Dragon’s Eye tracked each trajectory. He didn’t block. He moved. Momentum Shift kicked in: left, right, under, over. The shards shot past him, one grazing his shoulder, another slicing through his sleeve.

SHICKT!

A third caught his side. Not deep. His Ultra-Regeneration sealed it instantly.

Bhiran pressed the attack. His staff became a blur of strikes from every angle, each one aimed at a different vital point. Owen parried with his forearms, deflected with his palms, slipped through gaps that shouldn’t have existed.

CLANG. CRACK. THWACK.

He was buying time while Bhiran was spending energy.

The pirate captain’s breathing grew heavier causing His strikes to lose precision and the shards coming slower.

"You’re not even fighting back!" Bhiran roared.

Owen didn’t answer. He instead was focused inward. Feeling his core. The 100 CE he’d stored—all of it—gathering in his fist.

From his entire hands to his knuckles. The energy condensed, compressed, became something denser than stone, hotter than fire, more concentrated than any attack he’d ever thrown.

Bhiran’s eyes widened. "What are you—"

Owen extended his arm. Slow and Deliberate. His fist wasn’t aimed at Bhiran’s chest or head. It was aimed at the space between them.

Then he released.

[COSMIC IMPACT FIST]

The wave of cosmic energy erupted from his knuckles, a pressure that traveled through the void, bending light, cracking the vacuum. Bhiran’s staff came up to block but it was too late.

The wave approached and consumed him.