Surviving These Unfair Scenarios [LITRPG - DIMENSION HOPPING]

A strange and magnificent display began to unfold before the two guys as Drake's system panel, which was still in front of him, began to spin like a slot machine. A low, mechanical hum echoed through the air as the icons of the various races, from the recognizable to the completely alien, spun at an impossible speed.

Drake, whose face was a mask of tense anticipation, watched the display with unblinking eyes. It was a gamble of the highest order, but it was the only way he could join the fight. It was then that alter Drake, whose mind had been a maelstrom of contradicting thoughts, finally realized what was happening.

"Wait! … What were you thinking!?"

Alter Drake screamed, his voice filled with a powerful disbelief.

"You can't do something like that! You can't just use a random ticket for something as dangerous as a race change!"

His eyes had opened wide at the horror he was witnessing.

"It's the only way I could be useful! All our skills are sealed! The only thing we have left are racial abilities!"

Drake screamed back; however, his counterpart responded almost instantly.

"That's not what I'm talking about!"

Alter Drake screamed, his voice a mix of frustration and pure, unadulterated worry.

"You're using a random ticket! Do you have any idea how many Rank A and S races there are?"

The blonde tone was urgent and almost desperate. Normally, he wouldn't care as much for anyone who wasn't on his team, but this case was certainly different, since the one he was talking about was himself… Technically, at least.

"The number is almost infinite, and all of them have some kind of bizarre peculiarity. What if you get a race that can only breathe underwater? Or one made of a material that will explode on contact with air? Or worse, what if you get something like an 'ArchDevil'? Some races change your personality by default!"

Upon hearing this, Drake swallowed, finally considering the big problem he had walked into. He certainly had not thought of that… But it was too late, he had already used the ticket, and his fate was sealed on pure luck.

There was no going back. He simply waited for the slot machine to stop and for the results to be revealed; he had made up his mind, he would go into battle regardless of the result.

Finally, the machine came to a stop, and Drake, without waiting to read the results, launched himself forward with all the speed he could muster; whatever had been selected, he would use. As he ran, a series of system windows appeared before him.

Drake read the messages as he ran and couldn't believe what he had gotten... A different version of a human? While it was better than any of the options alter Drake had mentioned, he didn't know how much of a difference there would be. Still, he didn't stop. He let out a powerful shout and kept running.

Meanwhile, more system windows appeared.

Drake didn't read the last message, as he was now close to Dravhark, who was still roaring in pain from Falk's attack.

Suddenly, Drake felt a sudden and powerful current of electricity course through his head, as if someone had stabbed a knife into his brain. It was a pain so intense that for a moment, he thought he would lose consciousness and fall face-first into the ground... But he didn't.

In an incredible display of sheer will, he put one foot in front of the other, stopping his fall and continuing to run, letting out a new, more powerful roar as his body began to move on its own, as if his muscle memory had changed in a single, fluid moment and now knew exactly what to do.

From his hand, the legendary jade sword, [Transcendent Fang of the Exiled Realms], began to reappear, invoked once more thanks to his mastery, but that was not all.

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And before the astonished gaze of alter Drake, who was watching from a distance, a second jade sword, an exact replica of the one he had, descended from the sky.

It was a bolt of green light, a thing of pure power that tore through the air and slammed into the ground in front of Drake. The ground trembled with the force of the impact, and a cloud of dust was sent flying into the air, but the boy, who was now guided by pure instinct, did not even flinch. He simply reached out his other hand and grabbed it, a powerful, determined look on his face.

The moment he did, a wave of power, a symphony of a thousand years of battle and a thousand years of peace, washed over him, and he felt as if the two swords were an extension of his body. He brandished both of them as if they were feathers. His body was filled with an immense power, and his face was filled with the purest determination. For the first time in his life, he felt that he could do anything… He was a king, and the world was his to conquer.

Alter Drake couldn't understand what was happening, but for Drake, it was a pleasant surprise. It clicked instantly in his head, he sword he had been using from the beginning of the scenario, and the reason he had received a warning that another entity had been annoyed by its summoning, was because it was the [Transcendent Fang of the Exiled Realms] from this dimension, while the one that had just appeared was his own, which had traversed universes to be reunited with him.

"Truly a treasure that can define the fate of a scenario, are you?"

Said Drake with a small grin, like he was happily teasing an old friend.

The blond, whose body was now a torrent of motion at mere feet from his target, delivered two continuous, fluid slashes with both swords directly at the dragon's front leg, which was still on the ground.

The sword's immense power tore through the air with a sound like thunder, and with a sickening crunch, they buried themselves into Dravhark's scales. The dragon was still so stunned by the pain of his previous wound that he didn't even notice, and although the cuts were powerful, they only went in for a few inches deep on the dragon's skin. However, a system window appeared immediately after.

Drake did not even read it. He simply roared louder and used all the power of his arms he could muster. The swords began to glow with a reddish light, and before the shocked eyes of alter Drake, he sliced through the dragon's flesh as if it were wood, cutting off the monster's claw.

Dravhark roared, shook, and took a step back, unable to understand what was happening as even more pain, a sensation he had never experienced before in his millennial existence, clouded his mind.

On the other side, Adam had to run across the dragon's back to avoid being thrown away. The monster was twisting with such fury that the boy lost his balance again and again, his body leaning precariously over the edge of the immense creature. He was about to fall when, suddenly, a gust of wind passed him. He turned to see Solène, who was flying at his height with her enormous wings extended and a sharp smile on her face, almost like a sneer.

She extended one of her claws to him as she flew by. Adam sighed, a small gesture of resignation, but also of relief, and with a leap of pure strength, he propelled himself toward her, just in time to avoid being crushed. He grabbed her draconian hand with a firm grip, and the redhead, tightening her hold, flew away from there as fast as she could.

As they flew away, Adam could see the bizarreness of the situation: the insane enemy, the Second Son, Dravhark, was writhing in pain with two serious wounds. One of its front claws was completely shattered, and the other had been completely cut off from its leg.

Not far from there, Drake was still in the same place after the attack, his arms shaking with the immense effort it had taken to deliver that final blow. A mix of shock and utter disbelief was on his face. He had just accomplished something that should have been impossible, yet he felt that he was able to accomplish that and even more. His mind was reeling from the cascade of thoughts and emotions, but his thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.

It was Falk, who arrived by his side with his enormous smile and began to laugh, a deep, genuine sound that was a mix of pure joy and a mechanical whir.

"Hahahaha, perfect, young Drake! Excellent! Brilliant! I couldn't have asked for better support than this!"

He said, and the reactors and pistons of his armor began to work at their maximum, generating a brutal amount of electricity.

"Do you think you can give me one last boost?"

Falk asked, his voice filled with an eager tone.

"I'm generating a massive electromagnetic field through a linear induction motor, which will accelerate a projectile to incredible velocities by leveraging the Lorentz force on the conductive armature, but to do so..."

But Drake, in a mix of confusion and frustration, stopped him.

"Stop!"

He said, remembering having the same problem with Adam long ago.

"I don't understand what you're saying!"

Falk stopped and laughed again.

"Okay, okay. I need something to use as a projectile!"

He said, and Drake, finally understanding, nodded.

"I think I have just the thing."

Without wasting time, he brought his hands together, his two swords meeting in front of him, while a wide, confident smile was on his face.

"I wasn't expecting to try this out now… But I feel better than I ever have, and I feel like I can do anything right now."

Immediately, a sparkling, golden mass of energy, the [Techno Wisp], emerged from Drake's body, enveloping both swords. Drake then summoned his [Thaddeus's Railgun Revolver], and the three items fused into a single, monstrous double gunblade. The blond, with a determined look on his face, lifted the weapon, aimed it at the dragon, and pulled the trigger.

The weapon exploded with a sound so powerful that not even a cannonball could have made such a sound. The recoil, however, was so great that it sent Drake flying back, a testament to its unparalleled power. At the same time, Falk released the energy he had been storing.

The electricity dissipated in the air, but the electromagnetic energy that it had created was enough to accelerate the projectile, and it reached Dravhark in the chest with a force that was multiplied many times.

The spectacle was incredible. Dravhark had barely had time to roar in pain after suffering the two wounds to his claws, and before he knew it, an extremely powerful impact hit him up front, piercing him cleanly and leaving a hole the size of a ball, as well as causing a massive shockwave. The dragon's eyes went white from the shot, and he screamed louder than ever.

Drake, whose body was now trembling with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction, sighed and got up. And Falk, whose armor was now smoking, had a final comment.

"Hey, not bad for the first field test, huh?"

Just before his armor lost all its energy and the eyes of the scientist went completely black.