His luck was truly “blessed” to absurdity.
Not only was he sucked into the plot,but now he’d leapt straight into a death sentence.
The 30th Squad wasn’t just any unit—
it was a graveyard.
Forget saving Alice and Kristine…
My own neck’s on the line now.
He had to clear Chapter 1.
Unseen by Black, four pairs of eyes watched him from the tower above.
On the headquarters’ top floor,a spacious office overlooked the courtyard.
By the window stood Rosie—
a stunning woman in her thirties,five-star insignia gleaming,her beauty edged with arrogant pride.
She frowned down at the black-haired boy below.
“My Lord,” she asked, turning to the room’s center,
“He looks utterly ordinary. Why grant him a special induction?”
Her question was directed at Noa—
the First Chair of the Dragon-Slaying Guard.
Noa sat curled in an oversized chair,sipping tea like a porcelain doll,her childlike face belying the oceanic authority she radiated.
She didn’t answer.
Her gaze stayed fixed on the book in her lap.
Beside her, Hawkins—
a hulking man in golden armor, five stars on his chest—grunted:
“He’s Level 40. Impressive for his age, but hardly exceptional.”
Across from them, a graceful man in white robes—Lyra—smiled diplomatically:
“Rosie, Hawkins—when has our Lord ever erred in judgment?
This boy must have hidden depths.”
Then Pascal spoke, voice calm as still water:
“You three… gifted as you are…do not underestimate him.”
“His potential… surpasses even yours.”
Silence shattered.
Rosie, Hawkins, Lyra, all stunned.
These three were legends:
Top graduates of Dragonheart Academy.
Fastest promotions in Guard history.
Rosie alone had slain three Over-Tier Draconic Parliament assassins.
And Pascal claimed this Level 40 pirate outshone them?
Rosie scoffed:
“Pascal-dono, even you misjudge sometimes!
He’s just a pirate! At my age, I was already Level 50!”
Pascal merely sipped his tea:
“He won all three matches of the Su Lan Three Fights.
Could you?”
Her mouth snapped shut.
Su Lan Three Fights—only the absolute elite even qualified.
“He also beat Seth,
when Seth suppressed himself to Level 10,” Pascal added.
“And—a pirate who wields Swordsman and Knight skills?
A freak of nature.”
Cross-class mastery.
A feat rarer than dragonfire in the Empire.
Rosie’s defiance crumbled.
She muttered: “Seth’s not my equal anyway…
And jack-of-all-trades…”
But her voice lacked conviction.
Then Pascal dropped the final hammer:
“He tamed an Imperial Wyvern.
Can any of you claim that?”
“WHAT?!”
Three jaws hit the floor.
Imperial Wyverns—proud, peerless,
requiring not just power, but soul-deep kinship.
Even Noa hadn’t succeeded.
Hawkins’ rebuttal died in his throat.
This boy… is a monster.
Pascal’s last words sealed it:
“He’s Princess Alice’s personal guard.
He gave the Empress Jörmungandr’s intel.
And Jörmungandr chose him—dragged him and Alice into its soul-space.”
The Dragon King’s target.
The room fell utterly silent.
No more arrogance.
Only dawning awe.
Then—Noa spoke.
She tapped Rosie’s head with her book,
her voice soft, chiding:
“You, my dear…
impatience will be your downfall.”
Rosie blushed, chastened.
Downstairs, Black had no idea
he’d just been weighed, measured, and found worthy
by the Empire’s sharpest minds.
He only knew one truth:
The 30th Squad dies in Chapter 1.
And he—
their newest member—
would burn the script to ash before he let that happen.
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