Dragoon Rising 9

Silence.

Chris and Darkness went totally quiet and just stared open mouthed at him. And even in the immediate vicinity around him, he heard all conversation cease.

"A…god?" Darkness trailed off, "But I thought you wanted to revive your bloodline?"

"That's step one," he nodded, "I'm going after a harem of beautiful and competent women and going to impregnate them all and have them give birth to my children."

"Eh…okay?" Chris cocked her head to the side, looking confused, "But how does that help you become a god."

"It doesn't," Yarden shrugged, "That's just me being the generous guy I am. After all, you all have been plagued by this Demon King for hundreds of years or whatever, I'll kill within the year. And I'll be leaving a bunch of my descendants behind to make sure actual tough people are around to smack down any upstarts like this Demon King if they ever pop up again."

Darkness' eyes lit up in realization, "I see, I understand!" she gasped, nodding in understanding.

His first conquest after all, had seen his status card and knew that he had no level cap and that his stats were far above the norm, far above even nobles of the same level.

Even if his descendants only kept one percent of his sheer badassery, any future Demon Kings would get fucked right up the ass and slapped around.

"What?" Chris gaped at Darkness before shaking her head and turning her attention back to Yarden, "Alright, weird, totally weird, but I can see some of the logic…I suppose. But how do you plan on becoming a god, and why even do you want to become one?"

"Once I kill the Demon King, I'm set," Yarden replied with a shrug, "Should be easy enough. As for why? Well, why wouldn't I want to be a god? Besides, once I become a god, I've already decided what I'm gonna do."

"Uh-hu?" Chris gave him a dubious look.

Silly cute ivory haired lady.

"I'm going to impregnate the goddess Aqua, after pounding that ass of hers silly." he revealed, crossing his arms and grinning smugly.

"…HAH!?" Chris' eyes flew wide open with absolutely shock.

"Actually hmm," Yarden cocked his head to the side in thought as something occurred to him, "Can goddesses even get pregnant?" he wondered.

"….They can." Chris confirmed for him drily.

Huh, neat, "Good to know, tha-"

Yarden didn't get to finish before a loud smashing sound echoed through the guild. He, alongside everyone else in the guild looked over to the source of the noise.

And found it to be a blonde guy dressed in expensive looking and finely crafted full body plate armour.

Though he was without a helmet showing off his hair, and instead wore a circlet. Hanging from his back was an impressively large broadsword, the blade a midnight black while it had a large exotic looking golden handle.

The armoured man had smashed his fist into and through the table he was sitting at, while two others, his companions probably looked on in worry, a pair of older girls looking to be around their early twenties at most, one tall and svelte with pale blonde hair, dressed in a boob tube and what looked akin to a loin cloth, while the other, was a shorter curvier redhead with her hair in a pair of pigtails, wearing a cleavage bearing crop top and short skirt.

'That's a nice looking sword.' Yarden mused, and the girls were pretty nice looking as well.

The guy seemed to be doing pretty well for himself.

Just then, the blonde pushed himself up to his feet and swung his head around, his eyes meeting Yarden's own, narrowed into an angry glare.

'Who the fuck does this punk think he's growling at?' Yarden narrowed his eyes.

And now that he got a look at the guy. He noticed, for one, he was a total pretty boy, handsome he supposed, if not for looking like he had a glass chin, and as such fell more on the pretty side by Yarden's estimates.

…Also, those eyes of his.

The shape of them were familiar.

Asian looking.

'A Jap boy?' he wondered.

"I have had enough," the armoured blonde announced, stepping over his seat and stalking towards Yarden, "The rumours circulating of your poor attitude, and then listening to you filthy hedonistic nonsense was almost too much, but now you have crossed the line."

"And who the fuck are you supposed to be, clown?" Yarden snorted, un-impressed.

"Ah, Yarden, that's the hero Kyouya Mitsurugi," Darkness tugged on his arm and informed, "He appeared only a few months ago and is said to already be over level thirty and was chosen by the legendary cursed sword, Gram."

Gram?

As in the sword from Norse Mythology?

'Ah.' Yarden suddenly understood.

His Asian features made total sense now.

This guy was another reincarnator, just like him, and if he was right, he picked that sword as his cheat item.

"And?" Yarden snorted, looking the guy in the eye, distinctly un-impressed, "Hero or whatever, I don't give a shit, what I do is none of your business, so toddle off."

"Such blatant disrespect," the 'hero' huffed angrily, reaching behind himself to draw his sword and point it at Yarden, "Not only in the way you treat others, but even in the way you talk of the esteemed Aqua-Sama. I will have you take back your words, a thug like yourself isn't even worthy of speaking the goddesses name, never mind being in her presence or that filth you spoke of."

"Shut your pie hole and get that sword out of my face before I shove it up your arse you pansy wimpy Jap," Yarden growled, smoke trailing out from the corners of his lips, "What business is it of yours if I want to fuck Aqua's holy fat ass?"

"It is my business as the hero chosen by Aqua-Sama, and I will not allow you to speak of her in that manner or harbour such disgusting plans!" Kyouya roared at him.

"So you're just her simp then?" Yarden scoffed, "I don't give a shit, now last warning or I'm gonna put the hurt on you bitch."

The sword in Kyouya's grip trembled from sheer fury wracking his body, "I have had enough, let us settle this outside," he declared, "And once I win, I will have you agree to give up on your disgusting plans for Aqua-sama and repent."

…The hell was this fucker on?

"Go Kyouya, you're the best!"

"Beat that vulgar boy down Kyouya!"

His eyes flickered over to the armoured man's companions as they cheered him on.

Irritating.

Who the fuck did these clowns think they were? Interrupting him and making demands of him!?

In what world did a wimpy Jap simp think they could take on a mighty Scotsman?

'They've pissed me off now,' he snarled inwardly, "Fine, but it'll be me that wins, and I'll be making a demand of you since you want to make one of me, to give up my grand ambition no less."

"I suppose it's only fair, not that a ruffian like yourself deserves such courtesy though." Kyouya sniffed.

"Ruffian, huh?" Yarden's lips curved into a malicious grin and he pointed at the two women who were previously cheering him on, "When I win, I'll be taking your little girlfriends for myself, they can join my harem."

"Fine!" Kyouya agreed instantly, so quickly even Yarden was surprised.

"Kyouya!?" the pair of them sputtered, eyes goingh wide and the pair of them looking betrayed.

He looked over to them and flashed them a comforting smile, "Have no fear Clemea, Fio, have you forgotten who I am? I'm the hero, there is no way this boy could ever defeat m-"

He was cut off by Yarden's fist being deposited into his cheek, his jaw going crunch and being bodily lifted up into the air and sent flying.

He slammed into the wall of the guild and then right through it, landing in a heap outside.

"Talking isn't a free action simp boy!" Yarden roared, racing after him.