Reborn as a Dragon:Rise of The Draconic King-Chapter 74 - 70: Threads of Conspiracy
The morning mist still clung to Greenwood Forest, curling around the trunks of ancient trees like ghostly serpents. Birds that had once sung now perched silently, wary after the devastation of the previous day. The forest smelled of ash and rain-soaked earth, and faint traces of scorched mana still lingered in the air.
High above, John glided effortlessly between the treetops. His black scales glistened with droplets of water from the light rain, his wings slicing through the fog. Below him, the burned clearing was a scar on the forest, a reminder of yesterday's encounter.
John's golden eyes scanned the terrain carefully, tracing mana signatures left by the retreating hunters. The trails were faint but not gone. Each step, each motion had left a trace—subtle imprints only someone with his senses could perceive.
"…Someone orchestrated this," he murmured, flexing a claw. "And they want me to find them."
He circled the river valley, silent as a shadow, his mind calculating every possibility. Whoever sent Roderic Valen and his party had influence—enough to manipulate guild reports and exaggerate sightings. That wasn't something done lightly.
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Roderic and his group had returned to their temporary camp several miles away. Tents flapped weakly in the breeze, and small fires struggled against the rain. The younger hunters, still trembling from the encounter, huddled near the flames.
Roderic stood apart, staring at the distant trees, his sword resting against his shoulder.
"We were baited," he said quietly. "And the dragon knew it."
One of the mages, still inspecting his cracked staff, muttered, "But who would do this? Why? The guild itself—"
Roderic cut him off. "The guild sent us, yes. But someone manipulated the intelligence. Someone *higher up*, someone who wanted a confrontation."
The younger hunters glanced nervously at each other.
"You're saying it wasn't just a mistake?" one whispered.
Roderic shook his head. "No mistake. A test… or a trap. And if it was a trap, it's only going to get worse."
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Far to the east, in the capital city of Eldrasil, the guild chambers were alive with activity. Reports streamed in from every corner of the kingdom, detailing sightings of massive dragons, unexplained mana surges, and rumors of a black-scaled predator in Greenwood Forest.
The head strategist, the same man who had analyzed Roderic's report, studied the latest updates. He traced each message, each exaggeration, and quickly identified anomalies.
"Someone has been manipulating the guild's channels," he said to the council. "These reports… they're coordinated. Too precise to be random."
A council member frowned. "And what does that mean?"
The strategist's lips curved into a small smile. "It means that someone wants this dragon discovered. Someone wants him to be *seen*, *engaged*, and perhaps… *controlled*."
The chamber went silent.
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Back in Greenwood Forest, John's claws dug into the moss-covered branches as he followed the faint traces left by Roderic's party. His wings flexed lightly, keeping his balance on the narrow limbs. The mana trail told him more than just the hunters' path—it revealed patterns in their movements, subtle hesitations, and even the timing of their spells.
He paused, inhaling the scent of wet earth and lingering magical residue.
"…Guild influence," he murmured. "Too clean. Too precise. Someone *planned* this."
The wind shifted, carrying with it a new scent: a low, constant hum of restrained mana. Not the hunters. Not scouts. Something else. Someone had been observing him even after the encounter.
John narrowed his eyes. "…Spies. Or worse."
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A shadow moved silently along the riverbank below him. Cloaked figures, their movements precise, their presence barely perceptible. They were watching, waiting.
John's eyes glowed golden. "…They're bold." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
He flexed his wings, kicking off the branch. In an instant, he was airborne, diving toward the shadows.
A figure raised a hand, and a shimmer of protective mana flickered into existence. A small shockwave of force hit John, but he barely slowed. He landed with a powerful thud, shaking the earth beneath the hidden observers.
"…Not bad," he murmured. "But sloppy."
The cloaked figures melted into the shadows, retreating deeper into the forest. John didn't give chase—not yet. He had a better plan.
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Back in Greenwood Village, Lythriel and Sylvara had gathered scouts and scrying devices.
"He's already tracking them," Lythriel noted, watching the mana trails ripple across the forest lens. "He's… analyzing them."
Sylvara frowned. "If someone is controlling the guild reports… then this is more than a threat. This is a plot. And it's bigger than we realized."
Aerion stood silently, eyes on the distant forest. "…It's coming. We need to prepare for more than hunters. Someone is planning something in the shadows, and John is going to uncover it."
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Meanwhile, far beyond Greenwood, the hooded figure in the citadel studied the orb of visions.
"The dragon is reacting," a distorted voice said from the crystal. "He is curious."
"Yes," the figure whispered. "Curiosity is dangerous… but useful. He will follow the threads. He will discover the players. And when he does…"
Lightning flashed outside the citadel, casting long, jagged shadows across the stone walls.
"…then the game begins in earnest."
The hooded figure's fingers hovered above the orb. "Phase two is in motion. Let us see how far the dragon's curiosity takes him."
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Back in the forest, John had returned to the treetops. The rain had stopped, leaving the air thick and damp. The forest seemed alive, whispering with mana. Every leaf, every branch carried a story—clues left by hunters, guild operatives, and unseen observers.
John flexed his claws and wings. "…They want me to act. Fine."
He spread his wings and launched into the sky, the wind carrying him across Greenwood. Below, faint trails of mana led deeper into the forest—trails too intricate to be random.
Golden eyes gleamed with determination. "If they think they can control me with a few hunters… they are mistaken."
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Hours later, as dusk approached, John paused above a small glade, hidden from view. His eyes caught the faint shimmer of magically concealed tripwires—enchantments designed to alert someone if he approached.
"…Persistent," he murmured.
He landed lightly, claws digging into the soft earth. He began carefully unraveling the threads, testing the traps without triggering them. Each trap carried a faint signature—one common to all of them.
"…A single hand," he realized. "Someone directing from afar."
The dragon tilted his head, eyes narrowing. "And I intend to find them."
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Meanwhile, in the guild city, Roderic and his hunters had returned to the guild hall. Their reports were submitted with precise detail—though Roderic left out anything that might provoke a punitive response from the higher-ups.
The guild council studied the reports and murmured among themselves.
"The dragon is intelligent," one officer said. "He isn't attacking villages. He's…"
"Calculating," another interrupted. "And capable."
The head strategist leaned back, fingers steepled. "We underestimated him. And someone manipulated the reports to ensure we made the mistake."
Roderic clenched his fists. "Then we need to know who. If we leave it unchecked, they'll send more hunters. Worse, they'll provoke him. And when they do…"
"…we won't be able to contain the consequences," the strategist finished.
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Far away, the hooded figure in the citadel leaned forward. The orb glowed brighter.
"Yes," the figure whispered. "…Let him follow the threads. Let him investigate. He will learn the truth eventually. And when he does…"
A faint smile played across the figure's lips. "Then the real game begins."
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High above Greenwood, John spread his wings and took to the skies once more. The forest stretched endlessly below him, a tapestry of green, shadows, and lingering mana.
"…They want me discovered," he said softly. "…They want me to act. And act I shall."
Golden eyes glowed as he dove into the mist, tracing the threads of conspiracy that would lead him to the hidden hand behind the guild's trap.
And somewhere, deep in the shadows, plans were already in motion to test him further.
The difference between hunter and prey was no longer a lesson—it was a game.
And John intended to play it on his terms.
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