I Know the Secret to Surpass Level 100

"Are you sure you don't want us to celebrate our victory?" Rebecca was following Irus as the latter walked across the hall. He finished a meeting with the new Vassals and was now preparing for the coronation.

"The coronation is our celebration," Irus replied. He held the knob in his hand and faced the blonde woman. "The people knew that the tyrant has been killed and is now replaced by a Paragon that is one of the forgotten children of the Forsaken. We don't let them know that people from other realms help conquer the queen."

"He's right." Melissa walked towards them, smiling as she held a small photo in her hand. Irus wanted to ask what it was, but decided not to. He wanted Melissa to enjoy her privacy. "If Irus— or King Irus disclose what really happened it will cause two things, one, a stir in the validity of his claim as the new king, and two the further weakening of his claim since people would think that he's not as strong.

"If we act like Irus killed Malice, then it would put the people's trust on him and the councils from various nobles will acknowledge him. After all, he was the one who put the old tyrant to rest," Melissa said, stretching her arms and hiding the photo on her pocket. "Now let's go discuss the future of this kingdom."

The two entered the room, leaving Rebecca outside who sighed. She walked around the halls until she saw Elliot on the courtyard, sparring with Lance.

"How did you end up killing Malice?" Lance asked. "You were way below her in terms of power. But you managed to defeat her."

The two of them were training using wooden swords, their movements swift and powerful that every time their weapons meet, the air cackles from the force. It was a brightly lit scene of the eternally dark realm, the pale moon glowing brighter than it did the days before.

"I drew strength in the people who believed in me." Elliot said.

"Stop it with the cliches and in it with the drinks!" Ed bombarded the two with bottles of beer. Connor and Hope trailed behind him, both carrying more crates of beer and snacks. "Elliot won because he's cool. And he's the prophecized boy. I don't know a lot about prophecies and all those jazz, but I do know that once a powerful prophet speaks something that would happen in the future, it will happen one way or another."

"But it wasn't easy how we got here." Elliot chuckled, taking one bottle and chugging it, feeling the cold beer run down his throat, followed by a sharp stinging sensation. "The world has gone from crazy to chaotic. I can't imagine who'd we'd face next. Both the Candidates and Heaven are too much to handle. They're something that we never dreamed of even facing before."

"We've come so long, but we're still so far." Connor commented. "We discovered a lot and lost a lot, we suffered pain and experienced joy. Those memories and hardships, what will they all boil down to?"

"The Final Battle." Ed muttered. "Actually, I saw murals and depictions when I ascended to Eternalhood. I just remembered these images when I was sleeping last night. I wanted them to be just a dream, but it's not."

"How did you know that it wasn't?" Elliot asked. "I dream of a lot of weird things all the time."

Ed took out a stone tablet, one that had a strange drawing carved on it. It showed three forces, battling for a star that was at the center of the stone. The star was shaped with six points and three rings revolve around it in three different directions.

Meanwhile, the forces looked familiar. The one on top, the largest army, had one strange blind man reaching for the star. Another force, the one on the right were people with strange pointed hat and sharp curved swords. The final group was all too familiar. A man with a shadow of an armored knight, a dragon, a man who was wrapped with a snake, and another man who wields two sword.

The fifth man was a slim boy who reached out to the star. He had curly hair and his armor was only half from an entire set. Elliot gulped as he watched the all-too familiar image. He couldn't be mistaken when he thinks that he was the one being depicted. The others were his closest friends while the army seemed to have neen worn out from time.

"This is the same scene that I saw from before." Ed said, his voice was shaky. "It's useless. Evey thing in this world will perish after that battle."

Ed was trembling, his eyes bulging from their sockets and his sweat washed from his forehead. His friends could only watch him in worry, looking at him as he spoke words that were hard to understand. It wasn't until Elliot smelles the liquor in his breath that his shoulders dropped in relief.

"He's drunk, isn't he?" Elliot sighed.

"I think he is," Connor snorted. He took the tablet from Ed and put it aside, dragging the man to the side where he let him rest. "I think he drank too much. Now, he lost it."

The group laughed at their friend, realizing that they were worried for no reason. Ed had seen the mural that Trick created as a hobby and thought that it meant something. His drunkenness fueled more to the fire and allowed him to imagine various depictions of the drawings, all of which were mere fragments of his imagination.

"How can these drinks affect us though?" Elliot asked after chugging his fourth bottle. "Usually, beer has no effect on us. It would take us ten buckets and nine trips to the bathroom before we could feel a little tipsy, but this liquid. Wow. No wonder Ed passed out right away."

"I think this is infused with something." Hope said, his hiccups interrupting each word. "I don't feel so well right now. Drinking this has been a nightmare. It's not good."

The boy stood and walked away from them, his face red and his hand clutched on his chest. Hope took a deep breath before growling. He dropped both of his hands to the ground as he kneeled, facing the brick floor of the courtyard. He panted. His breaths were ragged and the mist from his mouth looked deadlier as he continued to pant.

"What is he doing?" Elliot asked, standing up and walking closer. "Hope, are you alright?"

"Draconic..." Hope hitched.

It was like the intoxication caused by the alcohol was washed away in an instant. Elliot dashed forward, stacking all boosts he could as he tried to reach Hope before he could finish his chant.

"Berserk!"

He was a moment too late. Hope's human body shattered and his dragon form burst from the light that exploded around him. They could only watch as the powerful aura storm through Hell, shaking the realm with its power.

"What's more dangerous than a dragon?" Lance asked, gulping as they watched their friend take flight. "A heavily drunk one."

Roar!