The First Mythical Dragon: Harem System

Thud, Thud, Thud, Bounce!

"Crap!" the demon cursed angrily as it came to a halt in the middle of the streets, eyes blazing with fury as it looked around. No one could be seen.

The whole area looked completely deserted, with only a few abandoned cars scattered across the road. The eerie silence added to the tension that filled the air.

'Huh?'

"Do you know why it took me time to get here?" Drey's calm yet sharp voice echoed as he walked out of the alleyway, his sheath nowhere to be seen.

His sword, however, gleamed in his hand. Ever since the hunter had drawn the blade, the demon had noticed something off about it. The blade was glowing with a soft white hue.

It wasn't the usual metallic shine — it was white, almost like when Jasmine had glowed earlier, but this one felt completely different. Now, holding the sword downward, Drey kept walking forward until he stopped roughly five metres away.

"I was busy waiting for people to be evacuated. I've actually been here for ten minutes before we even started fighting," Drey said casually, his eyes fixed on the demon.

"I was observing your fighting style and waiting for an opening to come in. I saw those hunters trying their hardest against you. I admired their grit, so I decided to stay out for a while until I saw that you almost killed them. That's when I had to step in."

"And did I ask for all these?" the demon sneered with a raised brow as it slammed the guards of its sickles together. A long chain materialized, connecting the two weapons.

Now gripping the center — the chain, the demon pointed both blades forward at the hunter, a wicked grin forming on its face.

"Hmm… that's true. I don't even know why I told you all that," Drey muttered with a faint smirk. He then took a stance, his sword lifted and pointed straight ahead as both hands tightened around the hilt. "Alright then. Less talking, more fighting."

TWIIIP!

ZOOM!

WOOOSH!

Drey moved like a flash, appearing in front of the ready demon in the blink of an eye. His sword swung from below, the tip carving through the ground as it rocketed upward toward the demon's head, ready to split it in two.

CLANG!

The demon barely blocked the strike with its sickles, its hands vibrating in pain as the shockwave numbed its arms. Teeth clenched, it held its ground despite the pressure, refusing to give in.

Lifting his foot, Drey slammed it into the ground with immense force, sending chunks of rock flying into the air and making the ground rumble violently. The quake forced the demon to stagger backward, struggling to maintain balance.

"Nice," Drey grinned widely as he darted forward again, his sword thrust straight at the demon's throat.

Quickly regaining its footing, the demon twisted its body at the last second, narrowly avoiding a fatal strike. The blade still grazed its neck, slicing open skin and drawing a thin line of blood.

"ARGH!" the demon roared in both pain and determination, retaliating instantly as it swung its sickles forward. Both blades stabbed deep into Drey's arm, blood spraying from the puncture wound.

A smirk crossed the demon's face. Finally, a hit.

"Huh?" The being muttered in confusion as it noticed nothing was happening — no poison spreading, no reaction at all from the hunter.

Leaping back to create distance, Drey grinned mockingly.

"You're shocked that your ability didn't work on me, huh? Kek! Now I remember why I was telling you all that earlier." He lightly facepalmed, chuckling. "I was trying to say I already know your ability revolves around poison, and your sickles help channel it."

He tilted his sword slightly, its glow intensifying. "So yeah, it won't work on me — because I have the boon of a dragon."

"Huh? What do you mean?" the demon asked, clearly confused but also cautious now.

"Want more information?" Drey smirked. "Pry it off my corpse."

Without warning, he blurred forward again, appearing right in the demon's face like a ghost.

"Get away!" The demon snarled in annoyance as it swung its sickle toward Drey's head, but in a flash, the hunter vanished from its front and reappeared beside it, his sword moving again with frightening speed.

CLANG!

The demon barely reacted in time, drawing its second sickle as the chain between them elongated. The two weapons clashed against Drey's sword in a loud metallic ring that echoed through the empty streets, the air around them trembling from the impact.

"You know," Drey sighed, his voice calm yet slightly bored, "this feels more like a warm-up to me."

The demon didn't bother replying. Its expression hardened as it slammed its foot into the ground — not to cause a rumble, but to propel itself forward at terrifying speed, appearing right in front of the hunter's face in less than a second.

Drey quickly swung his sword toward the demon, but it was just as fast, lifting its chained sickles in perfect timing to block the strike.

Without wasting even a second, it twisted its wrists and wrapped the chains tightly around the blade before yanking both hands back with immense force, causing Drey to stumble a step forward from the pull.

Then…

BAM!

A heavy punch from the demon smashed straight into Drey's face, his head flinging backward as blood spurted from his nose. The impact sent his vision spinning, and he went staggering back, fighting to regain balance while his mind buzzed in pain and dizziness.

BANG!

Before Drey could fully recover, the demon burst forward from where it stood, exploding with blinding speed as its sickle sliced through the air, streaking toward the dizzy hunter's neck. The weapon glimmered under the faint streetlights, cutting through the wind as it closed the gap in an instant.

It was now just inches away from his neck, and in a heartbeat, the blade connected—tearing through the image of Drey's throat cleanly.

But shockingly, no blood gushed out. Instead, the body began to crumble like paper folding in on itself before disappearing completely, leaving nothing but thin air behind. The demon's eyes widened in confusion, realizing too late that what it had just struck wasn't real.

Turns out, that was the hunter's afrimage — a high-speed illusion so realistic that it could fool even the sharpest eyes. Drey had moved so fast that the demon couldn't register it in time. Everything — the sound, the weight, even the scent had felt too real to be fake.

"Too slow," Drey's voice whispered coldly into its ears from directly behind.

The demon barely had time to turn its head before the hunter's sword shot forward, thrusting toward its exposed back at full speed, the air itself trembling from the sheer force behind the strike.

"Am I?" the demon's voice echoed, laced with a sinister grin. In a sudden burst of raw power and speed it hadn't shown at all until now, speed so sharp it blurred reality, it twisted its entire body in one motion, avoiding the lethal strike by a hair's breadth.

The sword sliced through the air where it had been standing a second ago.

"Goodbye," the demon muttered, its voice cold and final.

Its sickle was already mid-swing, now just an inch away from the S-rank hunter's neck, gleaming with deadly intent.

'Fuck! That was fast!'