Divine Awakening: My Game Drops Increase Infinitely

Chapter 95 : Arrival at Atlas City


The world of New Eden was changing.

With the system gradually unlocking new regions, thousands of players were finally migrating out of their starting zones. All across the map, teleportation pillars flared to life — columns of shimmering light carrying adventurers from their peaceful newbie villages to the bustling heartlands of civilization.

The same was happening in Atlas City.

*Shing*

Several figures materialized at the city's outer teleportation plaza, stepping out of the fading pillar of light. The group wore matching emblems on their chests — the side view of a dragon head with three claw marks over — of the Dragon Claw Guild.

Among them was Hart, one of the guild's senior members and a familiar face among the Hell Mode survivors.

As the blinding light faded, many players around the plaza glanced their way, recognizing the guild insignia.

The Dragon Claw Guild had made a name for itself in the early stages of New Eden, especially after surviving a dungeon run that most parties had failed — the Hell Mode Dungeon.

Some of the guild members still bore expressions of awe whenever Khan's name came up.

He had helped them complete that dungeon, after all — and even earned them the rare [Survivor] title, which granted a 5% stat increase inside any dungeon.

It was a title worth bragging about.

"I heard we're meeting Khan here. Is that true?" one of the guild members asked, adjusting his gear while scanning the crowded plaza.

Another shrugged. "That's what I heard too. Honestly, I hope it's true."

"I heard it's just for business reasons," a third player added, trying to sound nonchalant but failing to hide his curiosity.

"Business or not," someone scoffed, "like we'd meet him for no reason. That guy's in a class of his own."

"Pfft. Cap," a younger guild member interrupted, waving dismissively. "You all are hyping him up too much."

The others turned to him, amused.

"There's not that much difference between us and him, you know," the boastful member continued, puffing out his chest. "My talent's A-rank. I'm about to advance my class soon. Once that happens, I could probably stand toe-to-toe with him, even if he's got an S-rank talent."

For a moment, silence filled the air — and then laughter erupted around him.

"You?" one of them wheezed between laughs. "You couldn't even handle the Hell Mode boss without crying for potions!"

"Yeah," another chimed in. "The only thing you'll be toe-to-toe with is the ground when Khan flattens you!"

The boastful member sighed and raised his hands in surrender. "Fine, fine. I was joking. Damn."

But before the laughter could die down, a deep, bone-shaking roar echoed through the skies.

*Roooooooar*

The plaza went silent.

"What was that?" someone muttered, eyes wide.

Heads tilted upward in unison.

A massive shadow moved across the bright blue sky, blotting out the sunlight as it descended.

The closer it came, the more the air trembled — until players could feel the vibration in their chests.

"Holy crap," one whispered. "That's… a dragon!"

The creature's enormous wings sliced through the air like thunderclaps, sending ripples of wind cascading through the city. Its scales shimmered with streaks of light — alive with raw mana that distorted the air around it.

And riding on its back was a lone figure dressed in black and silver armor, his crimson cloak fluttering behind him like a banner of fire.

"K-Khan…" one of the guild members stammered.

The boastful player who had spoken earlier was frozen stiff, mouth slightly open.

His knees nearly buckled as he watched the dragon descend gracefully toward the plaza.

His earlier confidence evaporated like mist. In that instant, the gap between him and Khan became painfully clear — a gulf so vast it was almost laughable.

"That's… not even human," he whispered, barely audible. "He's… a monster."

The dragon's massive shadow covered the plaza as it neared the ground. Its golden eyes gleamed with intelligence as it flapped its wings one final time.

*Whoooosh*

The gust of wind that followed was so strong that several nearby players stumbled backward, clutching their weapons or grabbing onto each other for support.

Dust and debris scattered in all directions.

NPC guards stationed at the city gates immediately knelt as the dragon landed, lowering their spears in salute.

When the beast finally settled, it bowed its head, allowing its rider to dismount.

Axton — known to players as Khan — leaped down effortlessly, landing on the stone ground with a heavy thud.

His presence radiated power.

Every movement he made carried an aura of authority and calm dominance that silenced the crowd.

The nearest guards approached swiftly, saluting with deep respect.

"Welcome, Commander Khan!" one of them said firmly.

The players who overheard that froze in confusion.

"Wait… what did he just say?"

"Commander?"

"They're calling him commander?"

"No way… those guards are all over level 80. Why would they bow to a player?"

Whispers spread like wildfire among the crowd. Many of the newly arrived players were still in the level 15 range.

To see high-ranking NPC soldiers showing military respect to another player was unheard of.

"What the hell happened here while we were gone?" someone muttered. "Since when did he become part of the city's command structure?"

"I don't know, man," another said in disbelief. "But if there's one guy who could pull that off, it's definitely Khan."

Axton turned toward the guards and gave a short nod, raising his hand slightly. "At ease."

"Yes, Commander!" they chorused before stepping back.

The murmurs grew even louder now, the awe among the onlookers undeniable.

The title "Commander Khan" spread like wildfire among the newly teleported players. Even those who hadn't met him before could feel the authority radiating from his every word and gesture. His name alone carried more weight than most guild banners.

Hart broke through the crowd and approached with a broad smile.

"You made quite an entrance," he said, extending his hand.

Axton clasped it firmly. "You're here," he replied with a small smile. "I was expecting you."

"We just arrived," Hart said, glancing briefly at the dragon towering behind Axton. The creature's golden eyes watched them like a silent guardian, and Hart felt a shiver run down his spine despite the warmth of the afternoon sun.

"I see," Axton said, his gaze scanning past Hart, searching for another familiar face. "Where's QueenBee?"

"She's on her way," Hart answered. "She had to settle something with the trade caravan first. Shouldn't take long."

Axton nodded. "Good. There's much we need to discuss."

Hart chuckled softly. "You know, every time I think I've caught up to you, you show up riding a dragon."

Axton's lips curved slightly, responding to Hart's joke. "Then keep trying. The world's still young."

Their brief exchange drew attention from the crowd again — the image of the city's guards bowing, the dragon's aura, and the sheer composure of Axton standing in the middle of it all burned itself into everyone's minds.

Players began whispering in admiration, envy, and disbelief.

"Commander Khan…"

"He really is something else."

"Look at that dragon. Just look at it!"

"I thought he was just a high-level player… but this? This is on another level."

Even the boastful guild member who had bragged earlier stepped forward hesitantly, eyes lowered in embarrassment. "Guess I spoke too soon," he muttered under his breath.

The others patted his shoulder, laughing quietly.

The moment felt surreal — a meeting between the new and the old, between those just stepping into the wider world and the one who had already begun shaping it.

As the dragon let out a low growl and folded its wings, Axton turned his gaze toward the massive gates of Atlas City.

There were things to be done.

Plans already in motion.

******

As they exchanged words, Axton's eyes subtly scanned the crowd that had gathered near the teleportation point. He was searching for a familiar face — or rather, a familiar voice. QueenBee was usually the first to rush over, bombarding him with questions faster than bullets. But now, she was nowhere to be seen.

Something felt off.

Before he could dwell on it, two soldiers hurried toward him, their armor clinking and their expressions uneasy.

"Commander!" one called out breathlessly.

Axton turned, immediately sensing that something was wrong. The look on their faces wasn't one of routine concern — it was fear.

"What is it?" he asked, his tone clipped and serious.

The two soldiers exchanged nervous glances, then looked over at Hart.

Axton followed their gaze, realizing they didn't want to speak freely in front of others.

He nodded toward Hart. "Please, excuse me for a moment."

Hart raised a hand casually. "Of course. Take your time."

Axton led the soldiers a few paces away, far enough that no one could overhear. His instincts were sharp — if his soldiers were this unsettled, it could only mean something serious.

"Now speak," he ordered quietly. "What happened?"

The first soldier struggled to catch his breath. "It's… it's the mayor, sir…"

Axton's brows furrowed. "Mayor Duncan?"

The second soldier swallowed hard and nodded. "Yes, Commander. Mayor Duncan… he's dead."

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