Chapter 50 - Cheek Kicking.

Bharash raised an eyebrow "Do we?"

"Yes we do. Absorbing energy from this hi and helping each other figure it out would be nice"

"Besides a lot of us are going to get pain in our cheeks if we don't master this new power" he added.

"Let's rest up a little" Bharash suggested.

"So be it then" Armagan agreed.

The nine of them laid their backs onto the hill's surface to face the clouds at the sky.

After a while, Armagan raised his head up and shouted aloud.

"Let us move now!"

Bharash closes his eyes in frustration. "Who do you suggest should go first, you?" He said.

"Nah, not me. I've been kicked in the face before and it was not funny nor was it enjoyable" Armagan replied.

"Well maybe Drache should go then,"

Drache could feel the gaze of all those in front of him and gulped.

He could see Armagan's fist tightening.

"Go easy on me please," he said.

"It depends on how aggressive you become" Armagan replied.

Drache took a deep breath and implanted his hand into the blackened hill and his white horns brightened, his scales simmered and his eyes seemed to glow.

It wasn't long though, before all of that changed and he bellowed a roar before loud yells and shouts were heard.

"Alright he's done and he couldn't control it. Whose next?" Armagan said before pointing at Bharash.

"Bharash you should go"

Bharash arched an eyebrow at the Draconian.

"Yeah, Bharash you should take the first step" Another Draconian suggested.

It wasn't long before all of them started rooting for one another leading them to all have facial brusies as they all laid on the floor with tiredness and red marks.

"It seems that we lost track of what we were told to do?" Drache said.

"Indeed I agree" Armagan mumbled through his swollen face.

Drache immediately raised his head up and imprinted his hand on the hill and the rocks below him sizzled with the heat emanating as a glow from his palms.

The same effects happened once again as he felt himself being revitalized but this time, he tried desperately to resist the pleasure he felt from absorbing.

Then he felt it, a strong energy entering his mind and threatening to invade it.

With his focus in resisting the pleasure he felt, his mind managed to withstand the intrusion until he finally caved in and his scelera became red.

That was when Armagan delivered a kick to his face.

"I found it. I lasted longer" he said with one of his palms at his cheek.

"We all noticed" Bharash replied.

"If we can resist it then how can we push it back or how can we utilize and control it?"

"I don't know, I believe that I might get broken cheeks before we can find answers to that" Drache replied.

"But I will like to try again and resist a little more"

That day, most of the draconians left with swollen cheeks.

"We'll come back when they feel better" Armagan mumbled.

A few days late, the nine of them appeared at the same spot.

"Only around these areas, the place where you were as well as a few were draconians becoming beasts after absorbing" Bharash said.

"So in other areas and the clan, no such thing of ours happened?" Armagan raised an eyebrow.

"Yes"

"This effect is only specific in some areas and in other parts, its not" Armagan concluded.

"I'll absorb the energy again" Drachs said before implanting his hand onto the ground.

"There must be a key to this" he thought as he felt the invasion of his mind once again.

"I could try to control it" he thought as he tried to limit the power and force he felt from the invasion.

He managed to do so for a while before he lost control and caved into the pressure and pleasure and his scelera turned red.

"So how did it go?, You lasted a whole lot longer?" Armagan asked.

"I'll have to keep it up. I managed to restrain it"

"And you still have to control and absorb it before your cheeks are going to stop feeling pained," Bharash said.

Drache took a deep breath "This is for the good of the clan. If we can master this power then our rise is certain" he said as his hands touched the hill top and he entered the stage.

At the end of the day, he could not control it and could only restrain it for some time.

"How can I control something that I am trying to restrain?" He asked himself while rubbing his swollen cheeks.

"I do not want this to keep on happening. What could be the answer to it?" He thought as his eyes darted towards the flat ceiling of his abode.

"If I were to hold a piece of rock, I can control it but if it were to come against me then it would burn me" he thought to himself as he thought of how the abode was made.

The next day, he and the other draconians met once again.

"I'm really getting annoyed at kicking your cheeks. Please find an answer quickly" Armagan begged.

Drache nodded before doing the same that he always did, resisting the pleasure automatically and the invasion of his mind was done for a long time before he decided to try and quell his mind to accept the energy.

From what he had learnt, if his guard was brought low then it would mean his loss of control.

So the only way to hold out was if he could control his mind to steadily accept it while letting his restraint lower before taking it in.

The defense he had built up so far became lowered before it sharply rose back up.

He could feel a bit of his senses being changed after the restraint bridge was back up and so, he continued steadily and steadily until he heard a strange voice say.

*Mastered Beast Mode*

*Transforming Draconian self*

He soon stood on all fours.

Armagan sighed and was just about to hit him when Bharash held him back,

"Do you not notice how his eyes are still dark red?" he pointed out.

In their presence, Drache talked to them "In this form, I have my senses heightened even further. I can smell, see and hear from long distances" he said.

"What about your abilities, can you use them?" Armagan asked.

"I'm pretty sure that I can" Drache responded as he stomped his left hand that had three fingers - now his left feet onto the ground and the rock it touched seemed to sizzle.

"It seems I do" he replied.

"As for brute strength, there is no need to test it out. I am stronger" he finished the words that Armagan wanted to ask.

It wasn't long before the group returned back to the tribe where the elder who remained in the inward portion of the hill watched as they approached.

"What is this?" He said as he looked astonished by the new form of Drache.

"A four legged draconian," Armagan responded.

"Well what are his abilities?"

"Heightened senses and a bit more powerful in abilities" Drache answered.

"You should be able to transform back now,"

Drache nodded as he let go of the power in his mind from himself and he felt as if he had only undone the network and could still redo it.

Soon, he was standing back on his two's.

"Can you go back?"

Drache closed his eyes and felt a strong calming force enter his mind as he went back to his fours.

"Yup that's was the Beast Mode does," Shawn said while putting some fried chips into his mouth.

He was sick and tired of eating popcorn and thus changed to this.

"I feel that I am wicked for putting them through so much torture to master it" he said.

"Regardless of my choice, the Six laws were very much needed"

His eyes remembered the quest bar before he released a sigh.

1 Earn at least 60,000 CP - 41,000/60,000.

2 Witness a new change that occurs in the world of Yorn - 0/1

3 Create 2 new realms for yorn - 0/2.

4 Create new energies to place into the world - As many as you want.

5 Have an overlord being - 0/1.

6 Have Ten races in Ornio - 10/10 - C

7 Complete at least 25 quests - 18/25.

8 Set rules concerning the boundaries beetween Ornio and Yorn - As many as you want - C

9 Get overlords from the Yorn Realm - 0/...

10 Watch the next 1000+ years of progress in both worlds - 0/1000.

11 Have an extended realm - 1/1 - C

12 Have two realm races - 1/2.

"I suppose that Overlords are just another world for higher being right?" He asked the system.

[Correct]

"How many years have I watched the world go through?"

[Creator Shawn has watched Seven hundred and fifty years]

"Sigh. I'll come up with a realm race soon enough" he said as he continued to look at the screen.

Urkezi looked onwards to the land of the oasis, the home of her tribe that was beneath her and smiled as her figure turned into a shadowy haze.

A large number of female orcs stood beside the plants in the oasis, taking water from it and wetting the ground around them.