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John's wings sliced through the air as he glided low over the treetops, the morning mist curling away in his wake. His eyes scanned the forest floor below, sharp and calculating. Today's goal was simple—push the boundary of his territory just a little further. Nothing reckless.
The deeper forest was a dangerous place. Beyond the limits of his current domain lurked creatures far more dangerous than anything he had faced before—monsters that could end him in minutes if he was careless. Even as a Tier 5 dragon, he knew his limits. Survival wasn't just about power—it was about caution.
His first target came into view—a bulky, six-legged beast with jagged horns and a hide as thick as stone. A Tier 3 Stonehide Beast. It was sniffing at the base of a tree, oblivious to the shadow falling over it.
John tucked his wings and dove. The impact was devastating—his claws sank deep into the creature's neck, and his jaws clamped down hard. A muffled roar echoed through the forest before the Stonehide Beast collapsed, lifeless.
[You have slain a Tier 3 Stonehide Beast.]
[+1200 EXP.]
The familiar chime in his mind was satisfying. But John didn't linger—dragging prey around in monster-infested territory was an invitation for trouble. He quickly stored the carcass in his spatial inventory before moving on.
Hours passed in a blur of hunts. Tier 3 Forest Stalkers, Flameback Boars, and a particularly stubborn Razorfang Wolf all fell to his claws and fangs. Each kill wasn't just for food—it was a message to any wandering beasts that this land was his.
But John knew the unspoken rule of the forest—the further you push, the closer you get to waking something that shouldn't be disturbed.
By midday, he found himself standing on a rocky ridge at the edge of a dark grove. His instincts screamed at him to stop. The air here was heavier, tinged with an oppressive presence. The canopy was so thick that sunlight barely touched the ground, and deep within, something massive moved.
He narrowed his eyes.
"Not today," he muttered.
He turned back, marking the ridge as the new border for this phase of expansion. The last thing he needed was to run into a Tier 6 predator before he was ready.
Over the next few days, John followed a steady rhythm—hunt, patrol, and reinforce. Any monster foolish enough to enter his growing territory met a swift end. He made a habit of flying low at dawn and dusk, scanning for trespassers, while also leaving scent markings and claw gouges in prominent trees and rocks. It was primitive, but it worked—most lesser beasts avoided his claimed grounds entirely.
By the fifth day, his territory had nearly doubled in size. It wasn't massive compared to the endless expanse of the forest, but it was solid. Defensible. And it was his.
One night, under the pale light of two moons, John settled on a high cliff that overlooked much of his domain. His body ached pleasantly from days of constant exertion, but the satisfaction was worth it.
"Time to see the results," he said to himself, opening his status screen.
[Status]
Name: John Davis
Race: Black Dragon (Tier 5 – High)
Level: 47
EXP: 39,512 / 45,000
HP: 6,800 / 6,800
MP: 5,200 / 5,200
Strength: 410
Defense: 385
Agility: 360
Intelligence: 290
Perception: 350
Skills:
Dark Flame Breath (Lv. 4)
Predator's Instinct (Lv. 5)
Aerial Mastery (Lv. 3)
Scale Hardening (Lv. 4)
Spatial Storage (Lv. 2)
Territorial Authority – Your influence over claimed territory increases monster deterrence by 15%.
A slow smile spread across his face. Every hunt, every kill, every careful expansion—it was paying off.
Still, as he gazed toward the deeper forest, a faint rumble echoed in the distance. Something big was out there. Watching.
His claws flexed against the stone.
One day… but not yet.
For now, the land he had was enough. But his hunger—for power, for dominance—would not rest forever.
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