RE: MY DRAGON GIRLFRIEND IN THE DRAGONIC APOCALYPSE
Chapter 1 Return
"Ahh!" Blake sat up, sweat dripping from his brow. He was slightly confused as to what was going on. He could have sworn he was just burnt to ash. So why was he….
"Mr. Harris, I do not mind if you do not wish to attend class or even sleep through it. It is your money, after all. But let me remind you that if you are going to disturb the class, you can get out! " The man standing down by the large white board with many lines of text written on it yelled out.
Blake, full name Blake Harris, stared blankly at the man with glasses. "Professor Turner? I thought you died!?"
"I am alive and kicking, thank you very much! So please don't curse me into my grave," Professor Turner replied while trying to suppress his anger. "Now, please get out!"
Blake could only nod in confusion. He got up and looked down in front of him. He grabbed his laptop, phone, and keys and left, not caring for the books at all. He walked out of the class and stood in the hall, staring blankly ahead. "What the hell is going on?"
Blake did not understand it. The world as he knew it had come to an end. A race of dragons called the Dragonic came out of a rift that appeared in the sky, and millions upon millions of dragons wreaked havoc over the world. Modern day weapons did nothing to them. Even nuclear weapons were useless. But that was only the beginning. Humans and dragons continued to fight until the population was almost wiped out. But then the dragons opened more rifts and let in new races and monsters, which only brought more dangers to the human population. These new portals brought with them strange energy called mana that forcefully evolved humans allowing them to wield special powers. They started a new push to try to regain some land, and Blake was one of the soldiers who walked across this new battlefield.
"I could have sworn that we were fighting this humanoid dragon, and it used a city scale magic attack…." Blake held his head. He walked down the hall, trying to make sense of it all.
Magic was what humans gained the use of when mana spread across the world, forcefully evolving all humans. Although this process of evolution also killed a large chunk of the population as well. Some even turned into monsters, but those who survived were able to use magic to fight back….
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Blake returned to his small single room apartment. He put down his laptop and keys on a side table and fell flat onto the bed face first before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. He looked at the date, and his eyes opened wide. "It's June 19th!? A week…. Wait… what if everything I experienced was just a dream? But no… I remember clearly the pain and suffering I went through. The feeling of losing my arm to one of those damn monsters. I can still remember that day as if it was yesterday. It bit my arm off and started eating it in front of me. Dragonic hounds…"
Dragonic hounds were just an evolved form of normal dogs. Many animals mutated after evolution becoming either monsters or what was called spirit animals. Spirit Animals also played a major role in the battles. They contracted with humans and fought alongside them in hopes of turning the tide of war.
Blake scratched his head in frustration, rolled over, and sat up. He got out of bed, got his keys and wallet, and walked out of the door. "I will get some food and then head to that place…."
Blake was not sure if he was remembering things correctly or not, but after the dragons appeared and people were looking for ways to defeat them, someone found an old shrine deep in the woods where inscriptions were carved into the wall of an ancient cave. He had no idea what was there because the army quickly got involved and took over the site without giving any answers.
The forest in question was actually only an hour away by bike, just outside the city. It was a nature reserve that people could hike through. But normally closed at night. He was not sure of the exact location, but he knew it was deep in the forest.
As Blake walked down the streets, the bright lights of the neon signs and street lights shined down from above, giving him a nostalgic feeling. He wondered how long it had been since he last saw a city like this. He had lost track of all time after the dragons appeared. He had to struggle to survive. During those times, people's hearts changed. He was forced to do many dirty deeds in order to get just a can of food. He not only had the blood of monsters and dragons on his hands but also humans.
Blake stopped and looked at his reflection in the window of a small cafe. He wondered when it was the last time he actually saw a decent view of his reflection. He had blonde hair and a decent looking face. His body was also not in bad shape, but he was always a loner. This was not by choice but because someone decided he did not need friends at college and spread rumors about him. And that person….
"Oh? If it isn't Blake. Hey, give me some money." A voice came from behind him, causing Blake's brow to furrow. He turned to see asshole number two, the man who stood next to the person who ruined his college life. Dylan Morgan, a rich prick who wanted to make Blake's life a living hell. He spread rumors saying that he stole a ton of money and did jail time. Now no one dared talk to him in case he tried to steal from them. Why this was, Blake had no clue. He had never spoken to Dylan once in his life before Dylan decided to begin bothering him.
But as for asshole number two, he was Darrel Palmer, a bastard who liked to talk with his fists rather than use words. "Hey, shit head, did you hear me!? I said, give me some money."
Blake sighed. While he was still unsure if everything was real or not, he knew one thing. He had dealt with many people like this bastard in that unknown reality. And he still remembered how to fight very well. At least, he hoped. "One, two…. Five all together…." Blake mumbled. "Should be doable."
"Huh? I didn't hear you! Come on, give me your wallet. I will take what I need." Darrel said with a smile.
"Haha, Darel, you know you will just take it all, who are you kidding?" One of Darrel's lackey's yelled out with a chuckle.
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"Yeah, Darrel, when have you ever not taken all his money?"
"Hey, you guys! I am a very kind person. As long as I get what I want, I will not do much harm to him. Right, Buddy~?" Darrel leaned towards Blake with his hands in his pocket. His arrogance on full display.
It was just that he never expected to see a fist come flying at his face.
*Bam!*
Blake's fist made solid contact with Darrel's nose, causing blood to instantly splurt out all over the place. This was quickly followed up with a roundhouse kick to the head, sending Darrel straight to the ground. Blake did not hesitate as he took a step forward and kicked the closest of Darrel's followers in the stomach, following it up with a knee to the face. He then pushed the man into the one behind him before sending out a punch to that follower's face.
"What?" It was only now that one of the final two followers reacted. The two men stared at Blake in disbelief. "Shit, screw this!" One of the followers yelled before he ran away, not willing to even step in for his friends.
Seeing this, Blake spat on the two followers next to him, who was knocked out on the ground, and looked at the last person standing. "You want to continue?"
The man quickly shook his head: "No-No! No, I'm good!"
"Then take this trash and tell Dylan he should wash his neck. Because I will be looking for him soon." Blake put his hands in his pocket and walked away. He decided since he had this second chance and his current abilities seemed to be the same as before, just much weaker, he would deal with the bastard who slandered him. In a week, the world will go to hell anyway. He can wait until the last moment before dealing with that bastard. He lost count of how many times he had been beaten up. How much of his hard earned money had been stolen. The looks of disdain he had to suffer under. So much so that he had no choice but to lower his head. But now….
Blake looked down at the blood that splattered on him and frowned. "That bastard got blood all over me. I guess I will use what money I have left to go get some new clothes then some food before heading out to check that place."
Chapter 2 Searching For The Ancient Cave
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Blake ignored all the looks he was getting from the people on the streets as he walked into a small second hand shop. He came to this place because they would be less likely to kick him out with the blood splattered on his clothes. And he also did not have much money. He walked over and grabbed a t-shirt and a new pair of jeans. He ripped the tags off and took his clothes off right there in the store before putting on the new ones. He walked over to the counter under the stupefied gaze of the clerk and placed the tags on the counter. "I will take these. Also, can you toss these away for me?"
Blake placed his old clothes on the counter. The clerk could only nod his head absentmindedly. He seemed very confused as to what was going on. After paying, Blake headed out of the store and made his way to the convenience store. He was not buying anything fancy, just snacks to sate his hunger for a few days. He had been used to not eating, at least he thought anyway. While he did wish to have a nice big meal, he knew right now he did not have the money or the time.
Currently, he just wanted to find that cave and hope he can find something that will allow him to survive easier when shit hits the fan. He had spent so much time wandering around and doing things that broke him inside that he hoped for an easier ride this time around. Why or how he came back, he did not know, but he also did not care. And if a week passes and it turns out he was just crazy, he would figure out what to do at that time.
But no matter what, the years of experiences that he went through were still vivid in his mind. It was all way too real, and he did not wish to write them all off as fake or him being crazy right away. He wanted to first see if things would play out as they did in his memories.
With a plastic bag full of cheap snacks, Blake made his way out of the city. He had no bike, so he would have to walk. The passersby walked the streets without a care in the world, none of them knowing that their lives would soon be destroyed and that they would need to fight for survival. He could not call them stupid or ignorant. He knew he would be the same as them at this time as well. He would still be bullied and looked down on and forced to give up all his money, living a life without much meaning.
A life of finishing college to go work at some company somewhere. Making money to spend on whatever caught his interest. Growing old and dying just like every other human on the planet. But now, if things did go as it did before, that easy life would be no more. He would be thrown into the battle between humankind and the monsters that invaded.
Dragons were no joke. One dragon could easily kill millions without much effort. But the scaly bastards were not exactly the things that frightened him. It was the humanoid dragons. Those who had the same appearance as humans. They were the ones who were the most dangerous. They stood at the top of the food chain and could destroy whole countries with a single wave of their hand.
For now, his only goal was to try to live a better life during the start of the apocalypse and hold out until the Magic Age came to be. That was what the coming of mana was called the Magic Age. What was once thought to be nothing more than fantasy became true. Casting spells such as fireballs and creating spears of ice out of thin air, it all became a reality. It was a reality that actually allowed humanity to fight back and begin gaining some ground.
Blake wondered what would happen in the years to come if he actually stayed alive. But for now, he just wanted to find this cave….
Two and a half hours later, Blake was walking through the forest in which the cave in his past life was found. He did not know the exact location, but he did know it was deep in the forest near a stream. He had bought enough snacks to last a week at most if he rationed them carefully. Something he was quite used to doing.
Food had been so scarce that a candy bar could last a person three days if they were careful. Blake, himself had even made a bag of stale chips last an entire month. Eating only a few a day and careful not to lose himself in his hunger.
"Maybe I should have bought a flashlight…." Blake frowned as he let out a sigh. The sky was now dark, and the visibility in the forest had dropped by a lot. The bugs were out and trying to eat him alive, but this was easily ignored. He had dealt with worse. The only thing that worried him was bears or coyotes. Bears because he was nowhere near strong enough to deal with them and coyotes as they sometimes hunt in pairs which would make it hard to defend against.
Deciding it would be dumb to continue trying to search at night, Blake found a tree that looked like its limbs were strong and climbed up it. A survival tactic he had learned during the apocalypse. Only a few monsters dare fly through the skies. The dragons owned the skies, so they did not like seeing other beings taking up their domain. Anything that was caught flying was quickly destroyed. If it was something edible, the dragons would just eat them.
Blake always wondered why the dragons actually appeared in his world. No one was able to actually find out the reason. Whether it was a fluke or they invaded due to their world being destroyed, no one actually knew. They appeared and then began destroying everything as they laid waste to all in their path.
The only good thing was that the introduction of mana allowed the world to recover almost instantly back to a state of lush green fields and forest that swayed in the wind. It was as if the dragons first destroyed the world to rebuild it to be a habitable place for them. Whether this was the case or not was another story since no one knew for sure.
The next morning Blake woke up and stretched. He looked at the green leaves in front of him and ripped off a bunch, wiped them on his clothes, before stuffing them in his mouth. His brow furrowed slightly as he complained: "Damn, these are bitter…."
Bitter or not, he still ate a few more. It was better to eat this than nothing at all. He wanted to save as much of his snacks as possible. He climbed down from his tree and made his way deeper into the forest. He continued like this for almost three days when he finally found a small stream. He filled up his water bottle that he had bought and chugged a few mouthfuls before looking back and forth down the stream. "Let's see… was it upstream or downstream…."
He couldn't exactly remember which direction everything was found, so he could only take a stick and stuff it lightly in the ground. It swayed a few times before dropping down and pointing upstream. "I guess upstream it is."
While this kind of guessing was stupid, it suited Blake just fine. It was either that or flipping a coin, and he did not wish to accidentally lose the coin. Right now, he still needed money to survive. After he finished here, he planned to empty his bank account and store up on food and water. If there really was a cave in this place, he planned to move it all there and camp out until the day before things happened. He would then take care of that bastard Dylan before returning to his cave. Even if he were to be arrested in the process, it wouldn't matter because all hell would break out not long after.
He walked upstream for another few hours when he came to a small rocky section that had many vines hanging down over the raised edge of the stream that was a bit taller than himself. While it was still considered a stream, it was at least deep enough to reach halfway up his shin. He walked in the water and looked around. The wind blew, causing the vines to sway, and that was when he noticed something. His lips curled up as he waded through the water and climbed onto a rock near the edge of the stream. The earth here was raised almost ten feet high, and a large tree with many vines growing off of it rested on the edge. Some of the roots even poked through the earth. It seemed that at some point in the future, the tree would fall over and block the stream.
It was not the tree that caught his attention but what lay beyond the roots and vines. He pushed everything out of the way, making a small gap for him to climb up into a small opening he had only spotted thanks to the wind.
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