Lucky Riot And The Mystic Dragon

The mystic syrup he had received from Sydney Littlefoot was, in truth, just 10 percent of a mystic elixir! This vial was actually an entire elixir. Lucky really had just casually tossed this much to him?! What if he had dropped it? Capital became certain that Lucky didn't know the real importance and value of this item. Likely, he only acquired it because Capp mentioned it before!

Of course, Capp also knew that based on Lucky's personality, he likely would have done so even if he had known the value beforehand. Only how did he convince Mrs. Mercury to do it?

"Kasino, I love you, you damn madman, ah…"

Meanwhile, Lucky Riot was dashing rapidly towards the Academy's entrance gate, "I really need to start making some money. Running everywhere is such a pain, I should have an awesome mount like Bravo and Margot. Hell, even Antonio has that magic surfboard, ah… should I apply for my hovercraft license? I won't even need a license once I become a noble, though."

Maggie and Bravo both had contract beasts. Merely, Lucky had never seen them himself as they stayed at the Frenzy Family Estate grounds. As for Tony's magic surfboard, it could ride on energy waves. It was truly awesome.

There were all sorts of inventions that provided increased movement speed in this day and age, but Lucky had no fortune to speak of. How could he afford those things? Just as he approached the gates of the academy, Lucky heard a mighty and powerful voice speaking to the small crowd in front of the entrance. This man was tall and imposing, his figure seeming incredibly heroic.

It was none other than the dean of Thoth High, Magus Fierce Storm!

"Today is the start of this year's Spiritual Trial! For the next two months, you all will compete against each other as well as your own selves as you enter the spiritual trial in the Tower of Woe! Those only participating in the Mystic Beast Trial form a separate line to the east!"

Nibiru City was surrounded by a few smaller towns. Past these towns were the County Wall. A nearly transparent bluish-gray barrier that looked like a dome that had the top snatched off by some mighty hand. An example at a much smaller scale would be sporting arenas or coliseums. Merely, the dome appeared to be opened by force, rather than by design. The dome rose to two kilometers in height and covered the entire county.

Outside of the County Wall was the region known as the Deep End. This region was, in fact, a vast valley surrounded by enormous mountains. Within these thousands of kilometer wide valley, nearly every inch was covered in wild origin forests. There were two other counties in the Deep End, and a major city with significant factions was located in both.

This massive green land was full of precious natural treasures, magical encounters, and vicious creatures above the fundamental nature of yesteryear. There were fierce beasts, mystic beasts, fey beasts, and even scary creatures known as nightmare beasts. Mystic beasts didn't originate in Avaria, they came from someplace far away. Fierce beasts mostly had low intelligence, but inborn might and the lifeblood rank they were born at would likely be the rank they remained at forever. On the other hand, fey beasts possessed lifeblood powers and were able to cultivate just like the fey. Their limits were defined by their lifeblood.

Fierce beasts were actually the mutated wildlife that always existed in Avaria. Like Fierce Beasts, Nightmare Beasts were a variation born of this world's wildlife and the invading mystic beasts. The difference between Nightmare Beasts and Fierce Beasts was that nightmare beasts usually possessed either death or illusion power. They were terrifying.

Of course, whether it was fierce beasts or nightmare beasts, most of them were utterly inferior to the mystic beasts that existed far fewer in number. However, a rare few could be considered to be even more powerful than mystic beasts. Just like the fey, their strength was categorized by their different bloodline ranks. However, unlike the fey beasts, most mystic beasts couldn't cultivate. But there were known exceptions, though. However, beasts that couldn't cultivate essence are not considered to be fey beasts.

Deep in a murky swampland that was full of the dense qi of desolation and murder, a group of around 600 black-armored men gathered outside of a bog cavern.

"Mary Silver has sent word that the Spiritual Trial is soon to begin," said the man standing in front of the cave mouth. He was a tall and brawny middle-aged man with long wavy hair and sharp, vicious eyes. The warriors gathered around him all listened with silent anticipation and reverence in their eyes, "Thoth dares to use our Tower as a tool to train their young disciples for so many years… No more!"

The man's voice echoed for miles when the last two words exited his mouth. He was clearly furious.

"They even dare to continue using the name Tower of Woe. As if it was the tower itself that made us worthy of our own name! We cannot accept this, OG," said an indignant homie.

"OG, we have to get revenge!" said another homie.

"This time, our collective forces are enough to defeat the trial team. Even if those old patriarchs are around, the boss' illusion arts will definitely distract them!"

"We basically have nothing to fear, now that boss has leveled up to the Perfected Profound Orb Stage!"

"Yeah!"

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

All the warriors chant until the leader raised his hand to silence them, "Worry not, my brothers. Our Forest of Woe will have its revenge! I promise you this, or my name is not Macs Unten Citi!"

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"Is that him?"

"Yep, must be, looks just like the rumors. Handsome."

"Eh? Isn't he too amazing? How could that be Riot…"

"Tall…"

As Lucky entered the crowd and scanned around with his spirit power, he walked past many women who were discussing himself boldly. Their words were all flattering, raising Lucky's personal confidence a bit. However, it was actually exactly the opposite response from the males, who mostly spoke in low tones of criticism. They disparaged him, and their words made him feel a little like killing people.

"Look at that training armor… doesn't Vermillion represent the deans?"

"Is he proud of being recruited by the school's weakest dean?"

"To think he had the potential to unlock spirit power too… god favors the trash."

"I thought it was 'god favors the meek,' not glorified pretty boys."

"I doubt he even has spirit power, he's probably just here to watch! Or maybe he wants to die in the mystic beast trial!"

"He'll die whether he wants too or not."

After his initial disp.l.e.a.s.u.r.e, Lucky was mostly unbothered by these remarks. He extended his psych perception to its limits with his spirit power. As he reached the center of the crowd, the entire group was already within his perceptive force. The other students who possessed spirit power were also engaging it openly, but they didn't notice him. However, Magus Fierce Storm and the pair of teachers on the stage turned to look in his direction.

Lucky smiled wryly and retracted his range of spirit waves a bit.

Of course, Lucky remained wildly unperturbed by any of the conversations he could hear. He had heard far worse when he was still hopelessly weak, and even then, it could never shake his indomitable will. Lucky felt he was destined to be the most dazzling star in the sky one day.

"How fortunate was it that the academy would be able to hold on to this priceless jewel, I," Lucky commented to himself as he stopped walking a mere five feet away from a group of girls. These girls were giggling about, currently oblivious to his existence. At this time, Lucky paid these women no mind and focused in on Fierce Storm's booming voice.

"As you know, within this school, there is a large collection of profound and spirit level mystic skills. All AP students have the right to study these skills," explained Fierce Storm, "However, the reward for first place this in this year's first Spiritual Trial will be a Mystic rank mystic martial skill!"

There was a slight uproar from the crowd at these words. This was the first time this news was released. Mystic martial skills were divided into grades, and from the weakest to strongest, there were a total of seven grades: Profound, Mystic, Spirit, Heaven, Sacred, Divine, and Celestial. Merely, let alone heaven rank, even mystic rank mystic martial skills were incredibly rare.

Anything above the sacred rank might as well be a myth.

Of course, this was the thought of everyone in the crowd except Lucky Riot, who was inwardly unimpressed, "Hmm, the Primary Book of my Divine Dragon Tactics should be at the sacred level just like the {Primal Madness Sacred Exercise}, right? In that case, it should be quite rare…"

Currently, Lucky had already practiced the first three styles of the Divine Dragon Tactics: Primary Book to the great perfection level, and the remaining forms were practiced to at least the peak initial level. The exception being the seventh and eighth styles, which couldn't be practiced before his proficiency level for every style up to the sixth, had at least reached the perfection level. It was amazingly simple for him to comprehend this sacred rank mystic art as if his blood itself contained memories and secrets of these movements. He was excited to try these moves in a real battle, but he innately felt that he should kill whoever he used this style against.

For this reason, he had yet to display more than the first three styles in battle.

Lucky felt confident that this mystic skillset contained sacred level secrets of his father's race.

This was likely why the dragon shadow had given it to him. The first style, Golden Koi's Ascension, was a counter defense able to swallow the essence of an attack and add it to the user's own attack.

The second style, Celestial Serpent Whip, was able to triple the user's strength, force, and speed in a burst of furious kicks! On top of that, with the third style, Berserk Counter, he would rebound the qi of his opponents!

Alternatively, he could f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y absorb his opponent's qi with Berserk Counter and triple his own physical strength while increasing his force and speed by six times and five times, respectively! Of course, this was at the great perfection level, and there was a backlash. Unfortunately, Lucky wasn't sure how painful this backlash would be yet.

He made a mental note to start more fights.

After all, with the fourth style - Royal Guard, even with proficiency at the peak initial level, this style was still able to double Lucky's defensive strength. It was truly astounding. Royal Guard formed a shield made out his own force! With this, Lucky was confident that he could survive any dangers on this trip. At the eighth level Hard Body, his real strength was closer to the initial Profound Orb Realm.

This was without using his terrifying lifeblood powers!

Lucky didn't believe any student in the school was his match. Mainly if he activated his insane bloodline, not even Lucky was able to fathom the consequences of this. He couldn't control that power yet. At that point, he could fight a dean level existence, but only if they didn't use their magic cultivation at all.

After all, the Deans were all power Magi.

If the deans used magic, Lucky Riot understood that he didn't stand a chance in hell. The city may not know the truth about the school, but wasn't his professor also the head of the Academy? She had shown him bits of the truth.

The Magi titles here were not exactly just for show as they would have the others believe!

"Energy and essence are different. Mystic essence cultivation is the dao path that exists beyond the Hard Body Mystic Stage, but what a Magus cultivates is magical energy!" thought Lucky to himself, "Both force and mana count as magical energy. At the same time, there is essence within all things. This includes energy! Essence and energy are ultimately different concepts."

Lucky Riot's eyes flashed with an enlightened light.