Summoned As A Mere Nobody-Yet Possesses An SSS-Rank Ability-Chapter 238: Avalanche Fists

Nolan blinked, then laughed softly.

"Sure. There’s plenty for everyone. It won’t run out."

The dwarf Knight looked excited.

"Then—can I call a few others to join us?"

Nolan frowned.

"If other dwarves know I’m human, they’ll panic."

The Knight waved his hands.

"No, no! The General already told some key dwarves to keep their distance and stay calm. He said you’re... uh... special. And that we should treat you well. Can I call some people?"

Nolan sighed, then nodded.

"Fine. Go ahead."

The dwarf Knight grinned and ran off.

Celia and Linda approached, bowls in hand.

"Please, have your seats," Celia said politely.

The dwarves sat on nearby rocks. Celia served them rice, while Linda placed slices of the pulled meat on their plates.

The moment the food touched their tongues, both dwarves froze.

Their eyes widened. Their bodies stiffened. Then slowly... they closed their eyes and trembled.

"This... this is truly delicious..." the first dwarf whispered.

"No... no... this is divine! This is heavenly!" the second said, shaking.

They eagerly grabbed one of the larger chunks of meat, took a huge bite—

"AHHHH! THIS IS TOO GOOD!"

Their voices echoed across the forest.

Nolan smiled, arms folded, watching them enjoy the food like children tasting sugar for the first time.

"Eat until you’re full," Nolan said with a small grin.

The dwarves didn’t need to be told twice.

The two Dwarf Knights continued eating, savoring each bite. Even when their plates were empty, their eyes would wander to the remaining food, silently asking for more.

"That was actually really good," the first Dwarf Knight said, patting his stomach.

"Yeah, it really was," the other added, nodding in agreement.

"Glad you enjoyed it," Nolan said with a warm smile.

The first Dwarf Knight wiped his mouth and said, "Well, I’ll go call the others. They should come join us. There’s plenty for everyone, right? They shouldn’t miss this."

Nolan chuckled lightly. "Yes, you can do as you please, but remember—most Dwarfs don’t like humans, elves, or even demi-humans. They feel uncomfortable around us. My companion Lyra is capable of shapeshifting into your kind. You understand how powerful we are, right?"

The Dwarf Knight and his companion both nodded seriously.

"You won’t tell anyone about this?" Nolan asked cautiously.

"For real. I won’t tell anyone," the two Dwarves assured him.

Then Lyra stepped forward. She activated her shapeshifting ability fully and shrank into a Dwarf as well. Her body became small, her features rounded and slightly rugged, and she looked every bit a Lady Dwarf.

"Wow..." both Dwarves whispered in awe and slight disbelief.

"You can go call them," Nolan said. "She’ll serve them. That way, they won’t feel uncomfortable—but remember, they’re still not completely safe."

"Yes, thank you," the Dwarf Knight said, bowing slightly in gratitude.

With that, the two Dwarves walked away, heading to summon the others so they could come and eat as much as they wanted.

Celia, Linda, Nolan, and Damian returned to the stone house.

Damian sat on the ground. Nolan joined him, sitting cross-legged as they exchanged glances. Meanwhile, Celia and Linda busied themselves with preparing the beds.

"Master, why did you give us all this?" Celia asked, pausing. "I was planning to eat as much of this food as I wanted."

"Well," Damian said, "you keep talking about food. You’re a human now—you don’t need to overfill yourself."

Celia crossed her arms, a hint of frustration in her tone. "I’m still naturally a dragon. I only became human because you tamed me, and your mana capacity is so much higher than mine that it changed me into your kind. But even so, human food is delicious."

She paused for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly. "I thought you should know about the Dwarfs. Even as a dragon, I’ve noticed their ways. Dwarfs often use humans as slaves, especially females. They torture them, capture them, and do improper things—that isn’t right. Master, I think you should tell me what to do. I want to destroy this Dwarf Kingdom completely with the same group of fire blasts."

Damian said nothing, and no one smiled. "All of this is just about food, huh? You don’t want to share?"

Nolan waved the thought aside. "Put that aside. That isn’t even the real issue. We didn’t come here to eat or have fun. We came strictly for business. The main problem is my sword. I need a weapon strong enough because soon I’ll face someone who might even be my master—the one who trained me to use my powers and fight efficiently. His name is Malric, a full Demian beast. His face isn’t human like Celia’s, and his entire body is like that of a beast. You know the type."

"Well," Nolan continued, "I know Malric is the one who fought in the Hero Battle and once defeated the Demon Lord. But the Demon Lord wasn’t actually defeated—only concealed. That concealment is weakening day by day, and it can return at any time."

Damian’s eyes widened. "Are you capable of defeating a Demon Lord yourself? You’re a Divine Dragon King, right?"

Nolan nodded. "I can defeat any demon, any general. But the Demon King... he is stronger than me. He is extremely powerful—almost deity-level."

"Is that so?" Damian said thoughtfully. "I didn’t expect that. Do you think you’re stronger than me?"

Damian hesitated. "To be honest, even as he grows stronger, I’m not sure he could defeat you. You might be on par when it comes to matching his strength. Especially if you take him to the time zone he once used to defeat me when I was still in dragon form—he could kill instantly if he decided to."

Damian’s eyes gleamed. "Alright. I dominate time—I can bend it however I want. And if that is the Demon I resurrected, I’ll be the one to destroy him. This time, he won’t survive."

Nolan smirked, impressed. "Well, master, you are really strong. I’m sure you can do it," Damian said, nodding in respect.

"I’m done making the bed for you," Damian said with a grin, grabbing Nolan by the hand and helping him sit down on the neatly prepared bed.

"Come with me," Nolan said, rising to his feet. As he did, he removed his shirt, wiping sweat from his brow.

Linda’s eyes widened as she stared at him. Wow... so muscular. Master has really grown, she thought, silently admiring his physique.

Damian then stood up immediately, stepping in front of Nolan as he covered him with his body, shielding him like a loyal guardian beast.

"You two perverts shouldn’t watch Master while he’s changing clothes," Damian said sharply, glaring at Celia and Linda with fiery eyes. "And you—don’t pretend. Master can feel your perverted thoughts too."

"Hey—what do you mean by that?" Nolan said, confused at the sudden accusation.

Celia and Linda both froze.

Then slowly... very slowly... they turned their heads toward Damian.

Their eyes narrowed into death‑glares.

A vein popped on Linda’s forehead.

Celia’s fingers twitched.

The atmosphere became so heavy even the air itself backed away. The kind of atmosphere where even a dragon would think twice before breathing.

Then—

BOOM!!

Both of them punched Damian in the face at the exact same time, with perfect synchronization as if they had practiced that combo for years. Damian’s head jerked back violently, and he stumbled on his feet.

Before he could even regain balance, both of them grabbed him by his ears like two angry older sisters disciplining a stubborn child.

"You lonely creature!" Celia yelled in fury.

"How dare you touch me!?" Linda shouted back. "You—you Elf and demihuman—how dare you!?"

Damian’s eyes blazed. He growled deeply, raising his hand, gathering mana to strike them back. The air around him trembled as his aura rose—

But then—

Everything froze.

The temperature dropped.

A crushing pressure—cold, silent, overwhelming—fell upon Damian like a mountain.

Nolan was frowning.

That alone stopped Damian’s magic instantly.

Because Nolan had warned him from the beginning:

No matter what Celia and Linda did, Damian was never allowed to attack them. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Damian understood.

He lowered his hand.

He lowered his head.

He submitted.

Celia and Linda did not stop.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Their fists rained down like an avalanche, pounding his face, his shoulder, his ribs, everywhere. Even Damian, a divine-level being, couldn’t fight back—not because he was weak, but because his Master had forbidden him.

Finally, when their arms were tired and their anger cooled, they stepped back.

Damian lay on the ground, dizzy, bruised, blinking up at the ceiling.

"Tch... troublesome women..." he thought bitterly, his pride wounded more than his body. "These two are truly troublesome. They have to leave. I’m the only one who’s meant to be beside Master. Why does Master keep them around? Weak... too weak..."

He groaned as he forced himself to sit up, still grumbling inside his mind.

But then—

Loud voices echoed from outside.

This is really good!

This is really tasty!

Wow! So, so good!

Magnificent!