Fairy Tale: With Sin Of Pride

"The God of Darkness, the God of Light, the God of War—all the gods are there. And I… I am the God of Magic."

Rodmo stroked his chin thoughtfully. Converting believers from one god to another wasn't unheard of, but it was always a challenge.

In this era, the God of Death had yet to make an appearance. Those who dared defy the established gods wouldn't find themselves crucified on a wall of blasphemy, but they would earn the ire of the divine. Convincing followers to abandon their gods was a monumental task unless you had something extraordinary to offer.

For example: absolute power.

Just as he pondered how to proceed, the sky darkened unnaturally.

"Why's it so dark all of a sudden?"

"Are those people from the Church of Darkness up to something?"

"No… it's from the heavens!"

The murmurs stopped abruptly as everyone raised their heads. A massive figure—over a hundred meters in length—descended slowly. Its wings spread wide, shimmering metallic scales reflecting a cold, ominous light.

Its draconic head, feral and terrifying, loomed over them. A suffocating pressure blanketed the village.

"Dragon…" someone whispered, their voice trembling.

"A metal dragon!"

The divine aura it radiated was overwhelming. The villagers began to panic.

Then came the attack.

A wave of corrosive dragon's breath swept across the town, obliterating homes in an instant.

"Fight back! Don't let that monster destroy everything!"

Divine magic flew toward the dragon in desperate retaliation, but these villagers were mere mortals, far from legendary heroes. Their attacks fizzled out long before reaching their target, crushed by the oppressive might of the dragon's presence.

The dragon's fury intensified at the defiance. Chanting in the ancient language of dragons, it unleashed devastating magic. Jagged spikes erupted from the ground, leaving the town in ruins, though few were injured.

"Pitiful humans!" the dragon bellowed, its voice a low growl. "You dare steal the children of the great dragon? Return my offspring, or I will raze this place to the ground!"

The villagers cowered as the dragon gathered its breath once more, preparing to unleash destruction.

And then, a beam of pale light struck the dragon's chin.

Boom!

The explosion rocked the air as the dragon's own breath detonated prematurely. Blood sprayed as it let out a pained roar, momentarily stunned.

"Another dragon…?" The beast's golden eyes narrowed, its confusion evident. The aura was familiar—draconic in origin—but the source was human.

Hovering in midair was Rhodes, his torso bare, dragon wings of light and shadow unfurled.

"We may not be the same species," Rhodes said, his voice calm yet commanding, "but I go by the name Gray Dragon Magician."

He hovered level with the beast, his gaze unyielding. "I don't know what madness has brought you here, but killing innocents on human lands? That ends now. If you insist on continuing, I'll send you back to the Dragon God myself."

The metal dragon snarled, its pride as a member of the dragon race wounded. "How dare you—a human—steal the power of dragons!"

The two clashed, their roars shaking the heavens. The dragon's breath, filled with corrosive energy, surged toward Rhodes, but he countered with a roar of his own.

"Roar of the Light and Shadow Dragon!"

Shadowy and pale magic coalesced into a devastating blast, tearing through the dragon's breath and striking the beast.

Rhodes moved swiftly, his figure blurring as he appeared on the dragon's back. With his fingers curved like claws, he tore a section of its metallic scales clean off, revealing the vulnerable flesh beneath.

"You call that strength?" Rhodes sneered, effortlessly blocking a counterattack from the dragon's tail. In one fluid motion, he grabbed the beast and hurled it skyward.

Dragon-slaying magic was designed to counter dragons in every way. His claws were sharper, his skin tougher, and even the dragon's fearsome breath couldn't deal a fatal blow.

The power of light and shadow manifested as a massive claw, slashing a deep wound across the dragon's belly. Despite the dragon's desperate attacks, it was clear—Rhodes had the upper hand.

The battle reached its climax when Rhodes plunged his claws into the dragon's chest, crushing its heart. The dragon let out a final roar, its massive body collapsing to the ground.

As Rhodes bathed in the dragon's blood, he felt a surge of power. His muscles strengthened, his skin hardened, and his magic capacity expanded exponentially. He was evolving—transforming into something closer to a true dragon.

This was the nature of the Dragon Slayer Magician. The more dragons they killed, the more powerful they became, absorbing the essence of their foes and using it to fuel their transformation.

Rhodes descended slowly, the dragon's massive corpse in tow. The villagers stared in awe, their fear giving way to reverence.

Sensing an opportunity, Rhodes erected a magical stone tablet in the town square, inscribing it with the tenets of the God of Magic.

Before long, curious onlookers—believers of other gods—approached.

"Can we gain power like yours by worshipping the God of Magic?" asked a follower of the God of War, their eyes gleaming with desire.

Rhodes smiled faintly. "If your talent and faith are sincere, it's possible. Only those destined for the path of magic can unlock the inheritance left on this tablet."

Some were overjoyed to find they had the talent, while others walked away disappointed. Not everyone was suited to the path of a mage.

Rhodes pondered this. If he wanted to expand the God of Magic's influence, he'd need more than just mages. Not everyone could wield magic, but other professions, like swordsmen or knights, might offer broader appeal.

Looking toward the distant plains, he felt a sense of adventure stir.

"What lies ahead?" he asked.

"That's the border of the Orc Empire," someone replied nervously. "The lands are harsh, filled with trolls, dwarves, and powerful orcs. Even the gods they worship are said to rival the heavens themselves."

Rhodes scratched his head. He had been aiming for a bustling city, but somehow, he'd wandered to the edge of human territory.

"Should I go back or push forward?" he mused aloud. After a moment, he grinned. "Guess I'll keep going. It wouldn't hurt to learn more about the orcs."

After all, knowing your enemy was half the battle.

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