The Second Incarnation of the God of Creation

Alya and Katsumi (1/3)

On a vast mountain range approximately several hundred kilometres away, a loud bestial roar shook the skies.

A large creature with draconic wings and darkish orange scales roared up at the sky in fury.

Its large wings unfurled roughly as it ascended into the air at a tremendous speed, a fierce gale was generated by its ascension.

"How foolish, you are destined to die just like all the others... And yet, you continuously tried resisting time, and time again. It is pitiful when intelligent creatures decide to resist death."

A young youth who stood at the edge of a cliff uttered such things with a small sigh as though he found it bothersome.

ROOAAR!

The dragon roared in fury, it then inhaled, filling its lungs with air, at the same time, its stomach rapidly enlarged and expanded, before releasing a breath of flames towards the young youth.

"... Pointless."

As the flames came within reach of his body, it was blocked by a barrier of magical energy. Then, the youth drew his sword from the sheath at his waist within a beautiful white scabbard with swift and fluid movements. The youth took a big leap, closing the distance to the dragon.

Swish!

With a swift swing of his sword, the head of the dragon was scent twirling through the air, its blood splattering.

After smoothly landing at the peak of a cliff, the young youth, draped in a blue leather coat, flicked his sword indifferently. One beat later, the headless body of the dragon fell noisily to the ground along with its severed head with a loud thud.

His reddish black hair fluttered in the wind, as his cold crimson eyes reflected the sight of the creature he had just killed.

The youth was the infamous dragon slayer, Leo.

Scattered around the surroundings were several corpses of draconic species. They were all slain by his sword, crimson Saber, whose blade was coated in dragon blood. It was one of the five mythical swords.

"I have completed this quest. I suppose I should head back now."

He said in a nonchalant tone, it was as if he had just done something insignificant, and not worth mentioning at all.

Dragon's and their subspecies were all regarded as natural disasters, if by rank they would be special "A" class monsters, and true dragons would be ranked "S" class, or sometimes ranging from the special "SS" class monsters, they were beings of pure power. Unnatural existences capable of wide range disasters.

Normally, they aren't something humanity could handle. Their physical bodies were enormously large, they boasted steel-like skin capable of deflecting almost all attacks, and even magical attacks have hardly any effect on them.

Even the strongest sword, forge by the best sword smithers couldn't deal any significant blows to the tough scales of dragons.

But Leo was from the dragon clan, his knowledge of dragons far outclassed those of ordinary folks.

Not to mention, there was also the evil dragon dwelling within him. Furthermore, he wielded the crimson Saber sword, a mythical sword.

After his clan was annihilated by dragons, he had spent his entire life devoting his life to slaying dragons. He had already lost count of how many he had killed.

He was a dragon slayer, slaying dragons was his only purpose, his new reason for living. His grip on the hilt of his sword tightened as the bitter memories resurface.