In A Parallel World With Random Skills, I Reluctantly Become A Mafia Boss?

Chapter 15: Powerless

Even so, I cannot allow this unknown entity to live any longer. This dangerous human must be eliminated at any cost, as to prevent harm from coming to our kingdom. It is imperative that I pull out all the stops. I can't be negligent with this one.

I might even have to use my trump card for this fight. But I doubt I would lose if that were the case. In any case, let's make the first move while his guard is down.

"Come to me, spirits of past dragon lords, and bestow upon me your blessings of unmatched strength in battle! <<Requiem of Dragon>>"

As I chanted one of my most powerful skills, I feel my strength multiplying by several folds as I heard the rage and anger of the fallen dragon race in my subconscious. Most would give in to the temptation and fall into insanity, but I was not weak.

I kept my sense of self, even though the more spirits entered my soul, the harder it was to control this bursting sense of dangerous strength. With this, its enough. I don't feel that intimidated anymore. I can win for sure. What was I thinking, me losing? Never.

I stopped the accumulation of strength turning me madder by the second, and prepare to lunge at the relaxed mood of the silver-haired young man. Planting my legs enhanced with my dragonic traits, I kick off the ground, leaving a crater in its wake.

Rushing forward, I brandish my long sword, 'Raigen Varium' made out of pure dragon ore. When I reach his range, a confident feeling wafts over me that I unconsciously turned my lips upward, even though he couldn't see it because of my helm.

I raise my weapon high up in the air, clad in lightning and flames due to my enchantments, and predicted the sorry sight of the youth being cut into two equal pieces.

"Die, human!!"

But as soon as the blade was swung, it halted in place...just as fast.

"...........Is this all you have to show me?"

Impossible.

I was looking at an impossible scene right now.

The strongest sword among the knights of the beast kingdom..

Was being suppressed entirely by one finger.

If someone told me this was a dream turned into a nightmare, I would believe it. The situation was just that absurd to be a part of reality.

Do you mean to say that the strength of the past dragons are nothing before him?

No matter how hard I grip the handle, no matter how much I put strength into the blade to move forward. It didn't move at all. It was as if I was cutting a metal wall of such thickness with a rusty dagger.

The irony was, that my blade was one of the strongest weapons ever created, or at least, that was what I was told. An unprecedented act of stopping the sword with an outstretched, naked finger that was not even bleeding was happening right before my very eyes. This was humiliating.

When he mocked me just now, I felt my earlier confidence dissipating like it was smoke that was blown away by the night breeze. What took its place was depression, anger, and a sense of loss. Conflicting thoughts and emotions that were new to myself dominated by a single ominous phrase.

'I'm scared.'

The one thing I had never felt before since I had the chance to be blessed by the dragon god himself, was the foreboding sense of fear. Even for us, the dragon race, we have fears.

But I never would've thought that this would come from a human.

No, I'm even doubting the fact that he was human.