Ch. 12: Ravana the Dragon

"Yo, Ravana." The girl in the lab coat almost dropped one of the beakers she was holding, but she managed to save it by plucking it out of the air with deft hands before it hit the ground.

"Arc! You know I'm not used to being surprised!" She huffed, turning around to greet me.

"What's up with the glasses? You've got stupid perfect vision. Plus, you know it gave you a little thrill." I used my thread to teasingly pluck the glasses right off her face.

"Being surprised by you isn't new anymore. It's gotten annoying. And for your information, I'm wearing these glasses because I'm studying human vision damage." She puffed her cheeks at me.

"You mean vision correction?"

"No, I'm hoping that these glasses will damage my human form's vision. I want to see what impaired vision feels like." Impressively stupid.

"You're such an idiot. You have the Perfect Vision and Enhanced Sight skills completely maxed. You'll never be able to impair your vision with something as stupid as these things." She also had the X-Ray Vision skill, which meant that she could passively see through the glasses whenever they started to bug her.

I poured a little power into my fingers to incinerate the glasses for her, but Ravana managed to take them back right before I incinerated them. Had I cared, I could have destroyed them before she took them back, but I was just playing with her, so it wasn't that big a deal.

"Geez, Arc. You're really good at ruining my fun, you know."

"Your life has been tons more fun since you met me." I protested.

She couldn't argue. Ravana was the strongest ancient dragon on the planet, but she was also a total freak, even by whatever standard you'd normally use to measure stupid strong dragons.

All dragons generally cared about was strength. Their breath was an extension of that sort of one-track mind, but Ravana was different. Ravana loved research and learning things. Strength wasn't something she even noticed half the time, but put her in any sort of lab setting, and she'd get totally immersed.

Unfortunately, this meant that she was easily duped, and it didn't help that her human form looked like a bewitchingly beautiful young adult.

We had actually met three months ago, after a certain human nation had used her research obsession to create dragon powered WMDs, after succeeding at which, they then attempted to destroy her.

Obviously, once you got past 50,000 Endurance, you couldn't be killed with such stupid measures, but her [Breath Arts] had been [Sealed], and they had dragged her through the streets as everyone who had been pretending to be her friends jeered at her.

Being attacked by the lowest part of human scum, as well as the incredible weapons of mass destruction that they had used her power to create had rightfully enraged Ravana, and she had begun wiping out every large city in the Western Imperial Nation in a desperate bid to [Unseal] her [Breath Arts]. Once she had managed to [Unseal] the skill, her plan had been to leave the rest of the nation alone, but fate had different plans.

Hearing about a dragon systematically wiping out cities, I decided to track her down.

At the time, her stats were a little more than twice mine, but my skills were superior enough to close the gap. After a long and hard battle, I managed to incapacitate her and find out the real reason that she was so angry, [Unsealing] her skill in the process.

Hearing what had really happened, I had allowed her to escape, and gone back to the next city on her radar. Upon learning that the entire population of the Western Imperial Nation had collaborated on the plan, I determined that the entire country, and every single person in it who had donated to the cause was guilty of the massacre that had occurred when Ravana went mad, so I mercilessly destroyed every single city in that country with a population of above 10,000.

Ravana took the public blame for the entire thing and chose to seclude herself in an area of my creation, in the deepest part of the Mountains of Ericke.

Not even dragons can come near the doorway that I had made, which led to a pocket dimension of my own make. Creating pocket dimensions was a fairly easy thing for my insanely high level spatial magic, and it only took 100 MP to give the pocket dimension a square mile of space, so the pocket dimension that Ravana currently lived in was a perfectly square space with an area of a little under 2,000 miles, where she could do whatever experiments that she wanted.

I even used my skills to create a library near the entrance, with a copy of every book I'd ever seen back on Earth. I guess it was my way of apologizing.

I didn't regret the massacre of that nation. I knew that I had killed swarms of innocent people as well as the bastards who had hurt Ravana, but the plot had been public knowledge. There had been flyers and donation buckets in the town squares of every city with her human form's face printed on it, with a "Help Kill the Evil Dragon!" Title, yet nobody had even had the thought that maybe she hadn't actually killed a single human before they tried to kill her.

Out of hundreds of thousands of people, nobody even tried to warn her.

How can someone who had never caused any misfortune, despite being perfectly able, be evil enough to sacrifice an entire city full of innocent people for no reason?

According to a record that I found in a government outpost far away from anything else in the Nation, they even upped the guards in the city and locked people in their homes so that they wouldn't riot and tip Ravana off before they weakened her.

Honestly, it kind of reminded me of my own escape from those summoners, except even more heartless, sort of.

I did hear that that princess girl had someone poison all of my surviving classmates, as well as the king and many of his loyal followers later. Parker managed to survive, I think, but everyone else was killed for some stupid ambition-type reason.

...

"Anyways, what do you want. Arc?"

"You ever heard of a skill called [Omnipotence]?" I asked her. If anyone on this planet knew about the skill, it'd be Ravana, so I figured it'd be best to ask her before I started taking action.

"Nope, but it sounds like an incredibly powerful skill. You can't make it?" She asked, her eyes shining like they always did when she heard of something new.

"It's got a cost of a million. I'm pretty sure that it overpowers every other skill out there. The resistance skill cost a full million MP."

"Sounds like a god-tier skill."

"More specifically, a [God's Omnipotent Curse]-tier skill." I explained the effects of the curse to her. Once I was done, she nodded.

"Makes sense. If you keep getting stronger like you have, you'd eventually get strong enough to create that skill on your own. You'd be as strong as a god."

"Not like I would have really cared, though. God wasn't my problem until this curse."

"I doubt God's ever been scared before."

"Let's stop calling him God. I'm gonna call him Wimp."

"You're a real piece of work." Ravana laughed.

"Anyways, I guess that I'll have to go to his country later and figure this out myself, if not even you know anything."

"You're just gonna break into the Defensive Country of Uriel?"

"I'm probably gonna end up killing Wimp. What's a single country?" I went for the door.

"Just don't do something dumb and die on me. I kinda like this pocket dimension." Ravana laughed. I wasn't sure if she was laughing at me or the possibility of me dying, but that was fine.

"Try my best. No promises." I teleported away.