The Lord of the Seas - An Isekai Progression Fantasy [ Currently on Volume 2 ]

A Dragonborn stood before a lowly wyvern who had his head bowed down before him. He held a bag of coins by the drawstring, measuring out the weight. Just by feeling alone, the dragonborn knew for a fact that the wyvern's short by a few hundred coins.

He smirked and let out a malicious laugh but even that small movement created a twinge of pain; memories of the giant Drakos Lordling cracking him across the face flashing in his mind. His jaw had been shattered, making him experience pain he had not been put through in all of his 120 years of life.

How could Marshall Sterling, a Dragonborn, have been sent to his knees?

He was the top of the food chain, a pureblood who should bow down to no one except the Dragon Lords themselves!

Such shame! Such humiliation!

Just recalling such a horrific incident made Marshall's anger grow, now irritated, the dragonborn smashed his foot into the wyvern's head.

The wyvern yelped but did not try to fight back as Marshall stomped again and again on his skull. If the wyvern tried to even act in self-defense, he would be condemning the rest of his family to a life filled with pain and misery. So the wyvern took the blows willingly.

"You think what? Just because that little Lordling has awoken, you think you can get away with your payment fees? You bloody scum need to know your place you lowborn bastards!" The Dragonborn roared with anger, letting his Draconic Flow unravel and for a second, scales travelled along his arm as he grew to a monstrous size in an instant.

Marshall took in a deep breath to calm himself, basking in the familiarity of being in a position of superiority.

This was how it should be. This was how things should always be.

Marshall was the top of the food chain.

But when Marhsall looked back down, there was now a girl that had crouched down; putting herself between him and the wyvern.

The girl was helping the wyvern to his feet.

"You've gone too far, Marshall." Katrina Drakos glared at Marshall with a fury that made him think twice before moving any closer to her. Her blonde hair was tied up in a tight bun and strapped to her back was a giant warhammer that Marshall knew Katrina knew how to use.

Marshall Sterling weighed his options carefully.

Should he cut his losses now and avoid getting into more trouble? The Kraken had made it clear that this operation was supposed to be one that drew as little attention as draconically possible.

Marshall's emotions, however, overwhelmed the little logic he was capable of.

"Children like you should mind your own fu-"

"Oooh, would you look at the mouth on this guy?" Before Marshall could react, a large hand closed around his jaw from behind. And the dragonborn recognized the voice

But he can barely recognize the behemoth standing behind him now.

Lukas Drakos was even bigger than before but how was that even remotely possible? The Lordling was already massive compared to him before but now Lukas had packed on muscle onto that already large frame of his.

Marshall Sterling squirmed helplessly, kicking at his assailant but his struggle was futile.

"Do I know you?" Lukas Drakos remarked as he held Marshall, turning the Dragonborn around to face him.

There was just a moment of silence and for a second, it seemed like Lukas would show him mercy. But that was far from reality.

"Oh. I do know you. And I don't like you."

There was a sickening crunch and his jaw was broken once again. His guttural screams of agony were muffled through Lukas' grip and tears began to stream down Marshall's eyes, snot beginning to run from his nose.

Lukas dropped him to the floor and Marshall Sterling was on his knees yet again.

Pride did not matter to the Dragonborn now. What mattered to Marshall in this very moment was his life.

"Marshall, was it?" Lukas bent down to meet Marshall Sterling's gaze and what Marshall saw terrified him.

There was amusement in his eyes. Lukas was not even bothered by the fact that he had just hurt another of his kind, not to mention another of noble descent.

How could somebody be so terribly unflinching? So calm and collected after having enacted such an act of violence?

"Listen well, Marshall Sterling. Do not ever consider yourself to be a Dragonborn. From now on, you are my servant. Do you understand? You are a dog. When I call, you will answer." Lukas spoke slowly, making sure that Marshall heard every word.

This was not a request that could be accepted or refused. It was an order that was to be obeyed.

"I know for a fact you're not bright enough to be the brains of this operation. You and your other friends have been doing this for quite a while to every business owner in the Seas. The rest of your pals are locked up and being interrogated as we speak. It just happened to be that you were the last one on my hitlist."

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Marshall's face turned pale white, his eyes filled with a different kind of terror. The fear of knowing that he's been caught with no way to defend his innocence.

"The first thing I'm going to need you to do for me, is tell me this. Who's behind all of this? And I will know if you're lying. Because if your answer does not line up with what I have already heard from your brothers, then I can promise you this Marshall. I will break more than just your jaw."

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A month had passed and Lukas Drakos had put that time to good use.

In the mornings, Lukas would spend hours at a time in the library; asking the scholars within them any question he had and learning all there was to learn about draconic culture and the history of Linemall through books and scrolls.

After just a month of studying within those libraries, Lukas knew he had barely even scratched the surface. Lukas would need to spend years to even get a decent understanding of this Kingdom they called Linemall. A Kingdom that had stood the test of time for hundreds, if not thousands of years.

In the afternoons, Lukas would spend time with his mother and it was with her where he began to learn how to properly adjust to his body. It did not take him long to understand the Draconic Flow, an almost sacred art that allowed the draconic race to take on a human-like form.

What Lukas really wanted was to get the hang of moving in his full draconic form.

The first time he ever went through a full transformation, it had been completely disorienting. It felt almost nauseating to suddenly have such a different perspective on the world all around him.

Lukas was enormous in size, even though he was definitely considered on the younger side of the draconic race.

From what Lukas had learnt, he was just in the starting phases of his growth as a dragon. And dragons, who could live up to thousands of years, never truly stopped growing.

His mother was no small wyvern either. Selene was only a head shorter than he was in her full draconic form and she was perhaps one of the largest of the draconic kind he'd seen thus far.

Though his strength was not much different in either form, it felt more proportional in this one. It was not just the size, but it was the very magnitude and presence this form commanded which made this draconic form of his so terrifying.

Lukas could quite literally feel the strength coursing through him.

It was no wonder dragons were sometimes regarded as god-like beings in myths that he had heard even in his previous life. But Lukas knew what a real god was like and he knew he was nowhere close in comparison. Because compared to The Man in Green, Lukas was nothing. And he had a feeling that would not be the last time he would meet that god who had given him this second chance.

In the evenings, Lukas would train with Katrina.

Katrina herself was not skilled in magic and it was a bit of disappointment to learn that she would not be able to teach him how to wield it. But she did teach him something much more valuable: the True Nature of the Draconic Flow.

The reason why the Dragon Lords of Old had created this was far from just physical, for why would a dragon stoop down to the likes of a human?

This was a secret closely kept only within the direct bloodline of the Dragon Lords: The Draconic Flow was a cultivation technique.

In such a compressed form in the shape of a human body, it allowed any Dragon to gather and grow their Mana Pool in a more efficient manner. The larger a being's Mana Pool, the stronger they became in all areas; magical and physical, for Mana was the lifeforce that fueled the existence of magic and vitality in this world of Hiraeth.

This was what Lukas had to focus on, growing his own Mana Pool to the full extent within the given timeframe such that he could realize as much potential as he possibly could.

This use of the Draconic Flow was a prerequisite if Lukas wanted to one day learn how to wield the magic of the Drakos Family.

For the first two weeks, Katrina would be the one to initiate their fights. But soon, she began to avoid him and Lukas realized that was because she no longer felt like getting rag-dolled every time they fought.

Thus Lukas had to search beyond the Seas of Linemall and there he found the creatures of the vast ocean to battle. He never lost. Not even once.

Lukas would return with creatures of the Seas he had defeated and he would feast on his prey.

This was his top priority.

His body as it was now was clearly at its weakest.

It was of the utmost importance that Lukas bulked up and actually put some muscle on his bones. He had honestly thought this process would take at least a year, if not two, like it would for a human.

Draconic physiology, however, was far different compared to a human.

Lukas grew at an absurd rate which astounded him day by day.

The amount of food consumed was concerning. As a human, Lukas could eat what he did in a day in a matter of minutes as a dragon and his appetite was truly endless. If Lukas was not training, fighting or learning then Lukas would be in the kitchen; chowing down on meals seconds after they had been made by their head chefs.

Lukas would do this day in day out, without a single day of rest or recovery.

There were no off days for him. Because Lukas had a promise to keep.

He was ready now, he knew he was.

Lukas was sure that he could win and he had done his research on this enemy the Lady Kaitlyn had warned him about, just like he did with all of his opponents before stepping into the ring. But this time it was different. Because in this life, Lukas was not alone.

This time, Lukas had Selene, his mother who cared for him constantly. He had Katrina who was something like a little sister, annoying but sweet in her own way. And he also knew Lady Kaitlyn was on his side, a formidable ally that he was glad to have supporting him and giving him counsel where needed.

It felt strange.

Lukas had nobody in his past life and that had haunted him when he drew his last breath.

Julien Fronterra had died alone.

But he knew one thing was for certain: Lukas Drakos was alive. And he was not alone.