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The Guildmaster didn't so much give Sai Ji a quest slip as he did seal his fate.
He slammed a piece of parchment into Sai Ji's palm like a judge passing sentence.
"A beginner mission," Rokan grunted, not meeting his eyes. He stared at a crack in his ironwood desk, as if blaming it for the state of his guild.
"A fetch quest. Scouting. No combat. No surprises. Go to the North Ridge, confirm a mana anomaly reported by a shepherd, come back. It's paperwork with walking. You can't possibly break the world with that."
Sai Ji, desperate for any shred of normalcy, clutched the paper like a lifeline.
"Thank you. Really. This is exactly what I—"
He looked down
The words on the slip shimmered, then dissolved and reformed before his eyes.
The standard brown parchment darkened to deep, velvety black.
The ink bled from bureaucratic blue to a luminous silver-white.
[MYTHICAL BRONZE QUEST — ???]
Nyx, peering over his shoulder, went very still.
"Master. Bronze quests do not have gilded, void-black borders."
Aeliana leaned in, brow furrowed.
"And they most certainly do not… pulse."
Sai Ji held the slip away from his body as if it were a live viper.
"Is it… supposed to feel warm?"
Rokan's head snapped up. His scarred face drained of color.
"No," he whispered. "It is not."
He lunged across the desk, fingers grasping for the slip.
"Give it back! The system's glitching—!"
Before his fingers touched it, the parchment flashed with a light that left no shadow.
A chime, deep and resonant as a planetary bell, vibrated in their bones.
SYSTEM NOTIFICATION
'MYTHICAL BRONZE QUEST' ACQUIRED: Cry of the Hidden Peak
Objective: Investigate the mana disturbance at Frostfall's Northern Ridge.
Danger Level: ★★★★★ (Catastrophic-Class Anomaly)
Party Requirement: Minimum Average Level 40. Sovereign-tier entities exempt.
Reward: [● DATA CORRUPTED]
Note: Failure to investigate may trigger passive 'World Locus Degradation' in the Frostfall region.
Sai Ji's voice was a dry rasp.
"Why… does my 'no combat' scout mission… have a catastrophic danger rating and require a level 40 party?"
Rokan sank back into his chair, eyes closed.
He massaged his temples with fingers that could bend steel.
"I don't know," he said. The words were sad heavy with despair.
"You walk in, and the bedrock rules of reality develop… opinions. The Quest Board has a tier system. Bronze, Iron, Silver, Gold, Mythic. 'Mythical Bronze' is not a thing. It is a contradiction. It is the system having a stroke because it cannot categorize you, so it invents a new, terrifying box to put you in."
He opened his eyes. Bleak.
"You have to go. If a Catastrophic flag is raised and ignored, the system starts applying passive debuffs to the whole zone. Crops fail. Monsters evolve. The weather turns sentient and malicious. Go. Take your… whatever they are."
He waved a hand at Nyx and Aeliana.
"Fix it. And for the love of all that is sane, try not to adopt whatever is causing it."
The North Ridge wasn't a place. It was a warning.
Cheerful snow of Frostfall City gave way to bladed, howling white fury.
The wind didn't blow—it screamed, carving stone into razor-edged ridges.
The mana in the air wasn't dense.
It was aggressive, tasting of ozone and primal rage.
Fern and Lura led the way, their forms sheathed in frost-forged scale mail.
Aeliana had purchased it with what seemed like an endless purse, despite Sai Ji's sputtered protests.
Fern moved with calm, lethal precision.
Each footfall silent and sure.
Lura prowled like a shadow, eyes glittering with feral excitement the cold couldn't dim.
"The mana here is not just high," Fern murmured, cutting through the gale.
"It is structured. Like a defensive lattice. This is not natural."
Lura grinned.
"It's a lock. And we're the uninvited key."
Sai Ji huddled deeper into his cloak.
The Mythical Bronze quest slip burned a hole in his pocket.
"I just got registered. Why does my career start with trespassing in a place that feels… angry?"
"Because normalcy flees from you, my King," Sal Vera cooed. "It is a survival instinct."
A deafening, systemic GONG echoed—not through the air, but directly into their consciousness.
ENVIRONMENTAL RESTRICTION ACTIVATED
Area: 'Frostfire Sanctum' – Minimum Level: 40
Scanning Party…
Sai Ji: Level ??? – [SOVEREIGN-CLASS] – EXEMPT
Nyx: Level ??? – [AETHER-SIGNATURE: ROYAL] – EXEMPT
Aeliana: Level ??? – [LINEAGE: NIGHTBLOSSOM / DIVINE TOUCH] – EXEMPT
Fern: Level 132 – [ELITE GUARDIAN] – RESTRICTED
Lura: Level 128 – [ELITE HUNTER] – RESTRICTED
Applying Synchronization Protocol…
Capping attributes to Zone Maximum (Lv. 40).
Sealing higher-tier abilities…
Calibration Complete.
Fern exhaled sharply.
A shimmering band of light constricted around his torso, then faded.
His immense, leonine power was compressed, pressed into a smaller, denser vessel.
Lura shuddered.
Her multiple tails flickered, shrinking from nine ghostly shapes to three more solid forms.
"Level suppression," Fern stated, flexing a gauntleted hand.
"Brutal, but efficient. We are… compressed."
Lura rolled her shoulders, wild light in her eyes.
"Heh. Caged tiger is still a tiger. This just makes it interesting, Master. We'll have to get creative."
Sai Ji felt alarm spike.
"Are you two okay? You shouldn't be weakened because of me!"
Fern bowed slightly.
"Our purpose is unchanged, Master. The tools are merely… standardized. We will adapt."
Lura winked.
"Might even be fun. Like using a training sword."
A roar erupted—not sound, but a pressure wave of heat and frost.
The blizzard parted. A shadow descended.
A Frostfire Wyvern. A creature of impossible contradictions.
Obsidian scales etched with glowing blue frost-runes.
Maw crackling with orange-white embers.
Wings beating with gale-force winds, each feather a blade of ice.
Six eyes burning with predatory intelligence.
Frostfire Wyvern – Level 48 (Elite Boss) – 'Sanctum Guardian'
It didn't survey them.
It identified them. Its gaze locked onto Sai Ji, flickered at the '???', then settled with lethal intent.
"Master, stay behind us!" Fern's command cut through the wind.
He planted his feet.
His capped aura flared—a disciplined gold instead of world-ending black.
Lura vanished, leaving only a ripple in the snow marking her path.
What followed was not a battle—it was a masterpiece of constrained violence.
The Wyvern dove, a living meteor trailing frost and flame.
Fern met it, redirecting its claws with precise parries.
Every strike rang like anvils.
Lura was everywhere the Wyvern wasn't, cutting through gaps in its armor with surgical precision.
They were level-capped. Yet they moved like beings who had ended wars.
Sai Ji watched, heart hammering.
"They're level-capped… how are they doing this?!"
"Level is a number, my King," Sal Vera whispered.
"Skill is an eternity. The system can cap the fuel, but it cannot dim the shape of the flame."
The Wyvern reared, chest glowing like a frozen star.
It unleashed a concentrated beam of Frostfire—flash-freezing and incinerating simultaneously.
Fern crossed his arms.
A golden shield erupted. The beam struck.
He skidded backward, boots carving trenches in the stone.
Lura seized the opening.
Leaping onto the Wyvern's back, she drove both blades deep into its skull.
The creature shuddered. Its furious light guttered.
With a final roar, it collapsed, frostfire veins dying to dull grey.
Silence. Except the weeping wind.
Then Sai Ji heard it.
A faint, desperate sound buried under rubble.
Not a roar. A whimper.
He scrambled over broken ice.
Behind a shattered altar-stone, he found it:
An egg.
The size of his head.
Solidified sunlight.
Deep, translucent gold shell.
Core of liquid fire pulsing slowly.
It wasn't just glowing—it was alive.
A hairline fracture leaked warm, cinnamon-scented smoke.
Before anyone could react, the egg twitched.
The crack widened.
Peeeeep…
Impossible small, clear.
A lonely, scared chirp vibrating in Sai Ji's soul.
The Frostfire Wyvern's corpse dissolved into motes of light.
The environmental suppression field flickered and died.
Fern and Lura gasped as the restrictive bands vanished.
Their monstrous auras flooded back.
Sai Ji didn't notice.
He was staring at the egg.
It had called to him.
Slowly, he reached out.
Fingers brushed the warm, smooth shell.
The egg flared.
Inside, the silhouette of a tiny dragon wings outstretched appeared for a moment.
MYTHICAL QUEST UPDATE
'Flame Requiem' – Objective Updated.
Secure the Anomaly. Protect the Mythical Egg.
Failure Condition: Allow egg to be destroyed or claimed by another.
Failure Penalty: World Event – 'Drachenfall Cataclysm'
SECRET IDENTIFICATION UNLOCKED
ENTITY: [INFERNAL SUN-DRAGON – PRIMORDIAL-CLASS]
STATUS: PRE-HATCHLING – IMPRINTING PHASE
RANK: TRANSCENDENT (BEYOND SSS)
NOTE: This entity does not exist in Aetheria's known bestiary. Origin: [DATA EXPUNGED].
WARNING: Primordial-class entities imprint once. The bond is eternal, unbreakable, and alters fate.
The golden light faded.
The egg pulsed softly.
The chirp came again, tinged with recognition.
Fern sank to his knees.
"A Primordial… from the First Code. Before the gods sorted the elements. Master… you hold a fragment of the world's dawn."
Lura stared, wide-eyed.
"Its presence in a 'game' is a glitch of cosmic proportions. A truth that should not exist."
Nyx and Aeliana arrived, pale.
"Sai Ji," Aeliana breathed, "that… is not a pet."
Sai Ji looked down.
The egg shuddered, nestling against his chest.
The absurdity, the terror, the scale of it all crashed down.
He had wanted a simple scout mission.
He had gotten:
A dungeon boss.
A system-breaking restriction.
And now… a cosmic toddler that could trigger world-ending cataclysms.
A faint, hysterical laugh bubbled in his throat.
He swallowed it, looking at the stunned faces of his companions.
Then back to the egg.
It was irrevocably tied to his fate.
He drew a deep, steadying breath.
"Alright," he said, quiet but clear.
"We're going to need to read up on… dragon diapers.
Or whatever the apocalyptic, reality-warping equivalent is."