So, this is another dumb story that's been stuck in my head for years.

And I was writing it before I made The Rabbit Hole, so I didn't feel the need to put it in there.

This fic is a light crossover with Leauge of Legends, but not a full-on crossover, so I'm not putting it in the crossover section.

Enjoy another shitty fic I've made!

Chapter One: All Because He Lost A Bet

I pushed up my glasses as I browsed Google Images and YouTube to soothe my boredom.

The No Nut November memes were going strong this time of year, and my Turkey Day was and dandy. I hung out with family and friends as any decent person should on Thanksgiving.

I made a new deck on YGOPRO, finally got around to actually learning how to use Pendulum monsters. Fucking hell, even with Link Summoning nerfing Pendulum Summoning in this meta, Pendulum Magicians were still fucking busted.

It may have been a Tuesday, but I was off from my shitty retail job, and that was fine enough for me.

I got up from my bed, which was where I kept my laptop and left for the kitchen, I needed a cola, and I needed it now. Okay, maybe not now but it was cola, I love me some Coca-Cola.

I only spared the kaleidoscope-like portal forming next to me a passing glance.

Out of the portal came an old man that appeared to be in his fifties, he had gray, gel-spiked hair, he wore a formal Victorian suit and white gloves with a cane in his hands.

I gave the man a nod. "Sup, Zelretch?"

He gave me a wry smile. "Stressful times, Zachary. Stressful times."

"Stressful?" I questioned as I opened the fridge. "Didn't you and the other versions of you have your annual throwing of Shirou Emiya into the DxD world yesterday? You guys should still at least be eating that shit up for the next month."

He snorted. "Na, this time we sent him into High School of The Dead this time."

"Ah, changing it up, nice."

I grabbed two Coca-Colas from the fridge and was about to hand him one when he said the following.

"Okay, I'll cut to the chase, I lost you in a bet."

I paused and stared at him for a good minute.

"You don't deserve this cola." I said as I put the second one back in the fridge.

Zelretch sighed. "Hold your horses, I worded that wrong. I lost a game of poker where I betted which world you would go to."

I took the other coke out of the fridge again.

"Update: You will now watch me drink these right in front of you as punishment."

Zelretch raised an eyebrow. Around him, several other realities opened. Colas galore fell out.

I frowned. "You petty motherfucker."

"Lest you forget, I wear the pants in this relationship," Zelretch wagged his finger.

"And I wear the memes, your argument is invalid." I deadpanned. "So, what world is it this time? It better not be Warhammer 40k."

"Ah, ha..." Zelretch chuckled. "You're so going to wish it was."

"I doubt it."

"Well, the countless realities that speak to me of your despairing screams of rage beg to differ," Zelretch replied, shrugging.

I rolled my eyes. "Lay it on me dammit."

"Dragonar Academy."

I perked up. "That isn't too bad. What world were you originally going to send me to?"

"A crossover world between Monster Girl Encyclopedia and Monster Musume."

I damn near dropped my cola at his words… then actually did and grabbed him by his collar getting up in his face.

"How could you lose that bet!?"

"Dude, the all or nothing bet was an eternities supply of Twinkies and Kit-Kats."

"Don't you...don't you already have the ability to create that?" I asked Zelretch incredulously.

"Well, yes, but when I merely had your immortal soul to sell in exchange, the effort seemed rather unseemly," Zelretch put his hand to his mouth as if performing the ojou-sama laugh.

"You lazy motherfucker!" I roared.

"Guilty as charged!" The Wizard Marshal exclaimed. "Silver lining, I'm giving you your gaming systems and laptop, never say I never did anything for you."

"All you fucking do is harass me for updates!" I pointed out.

"I'll admit the gift is self-serving, but don't act like it's any less of a favor. Now, begone..." Zelretch raised his arms towards me.

"Don't you say it."

"...THOT!"

"Ah!" I got up from the grassy field.

I looked around me. Everything looked pretty...normal. Sure, I was in a field in the middle of fucking nowhere, and there was a forest near me, but it seemed at least somewhat normal.

There was a duffel bag near me, I opened it up to find all of my game consoles and laptop there. Hell, even my phone and headphones were there too. A first-aid kit was in there too.

Fucking lit.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, I guess Zelretch didn't do such a bad job after all..."

Then my eyes fell on the giant magic-looking tree in the distance.

I took a deep breath, inhaling calmly, if not serenely.

And then I let out the most wrathful exclamation the current world would ever hear.

"FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"

Nicolas Cage would have been proud. The power of my rage was such that it startled flocks of birds up from the nearby forest.

Zelretch smirked. "And there's the despairing scream of rage, right on schedule."

A few seconds passed while Zelretch sipped his cola. Then he frowned.

"He's got a pair of lungs on him, that's for sure. Is this what it means to go even further beyond?"

"Fucking bitch-ass vampire, when I see him again he's getting the shit beaten out of him with a rubber glove!"

Well, no use bitching about it now, better make my way to the big fucking important tree in the distance.

I picked up the duffel bag, almost fell back on my ass due to how heavy it was.

"Shit!" I cursed as I readjusted myself.

Well, no surprise it was heavy as fuck, the damn thing had all my games and consoles in it.

Sighing to myself, I adjusted my glasses and began walking.

Damn tree looked pretty far that's for sure.

As I walked, I noticed my change in wardrobe. Zelretch did it, I'm sure of it.

I was wearing my black Jurassic Park shirt under my red zip-up hoodie. I had a pair of dark-blue jeans on and I wore my black, leather, steel-toe work boots.

"Onward to adventure." I drawled out blandly.

I made it to the woods and began hiking through the thick wilderness.

Well, Zachary, you've certainly gotten yourself into fine fuckfest, haven't you? Your immortal soul was just lost in a bet by the multiverse's most insane chaotic good vampire in existence. The worst part was that it wasn't even my fault, cause I'd totally risk my soul for an eternity of Twinkies and Kit-Kats!

As I trecked through the woods I heard... sobbing. Sounded like a girl, pretty young too.

"Who the hell leaves a little girl by herself in the woods?"

Then a thought flashed through my mind.

I'm in a fantasy world, with all manner of creature that could tear me limb from limb. Do I really want to risk this?

I heard the sobbing get louder.

Damn you, moral compass!

I walked to what I was sure to be my certain doom.

Fortunately, my worry of grimdark fantasy worlds… and Konosuba, was for naught.

It was, in fact, just a little girl.

The kid had blonde hair tied into a ponytail with a pink ribbon and blue eyes. She wore some kind of royal outfit, a pink and white dress with long white gloves and white boots with pink accents.

I noticed a small dragon plushie near her.

She obviously in pain, grabbing her ankle as tears streamed down her face.

I rushed to her side immediately.

"Kid, look at me, it's going to be alright." I said as I fished out the first-aid kit from my bag.

I saw her look at me fearfully in the corner of my eye.

"...W-Who are you?" she stammered in fear and pain.

"Just a traveler," I lied through my teeth. "I heard you crying while I was passing through."

I took out the bandages from the kit.

"Alright, I got to take off your boot, I need you to be a big girl for me right now and bear with the pain, okay?"

She nodded as she shut her eyes tightly. "...Okay."

I began removing her boot and immediately, she began to cry out in pain.

"Owowowowowowow!"

I winched at her cries of pain. Eventually, her boot was off and I began wrapping her ankle up.

I didn't know much in the ways medicine, but I at least knew how to wrap up a sprain. Elementary school and soccer will do that to you.

"Keep off the foot for a week or so," I said speaking from experience. "You'll only make it worse if you keep putting pressure on it."

After a while, the two of us sat by a tree.

"How bad does your foot feel right now?" I asked.

"...It still aches really bad." she said softly.

I gave a hum of acknowledgment.

"So, what's a kid like you doing out here by yourself? Got lost from your family?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I'm here to partake in the Orphan's Rite, but then I got lost and I hurt my foot."

I blinked.

Orphan's Rite? Oh right, I forgot I was in the Dragonar world for a second there.

I took a cautious glance at the girl next to me.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, has a white dragon plushie, and she got lost trying to find the Orphan's Rite.

"What's your name, kid?" I inquired.

"My name is Silvia Lautreamont fourth princess of the Lautreamont Royal Family."

I pushed my glasses up as I took a deep breath.

Fan-fucking-tasic…

I fucked up canon and I didn't even know it until it was too late.

That's a new record.

Where the hell is Ash Blake?

Fucking great, the canon main character can't even be bothered to show up. I guess I better take her to the damn place, then ask the Mother Dragon where the nearest town is.

...I'll figure things out from there.

"My name's Zachary Mohammed, nice to meet you, Silvia." I said as I stood up.

I held out my hand to her, giving her a small smile.

"Let's get you to this Orphan's Rite thing and get you home, sound like a plan?"

Silvia looked between me and my hand a few times, her face hesitant.

"...I-I can't." her voice was almost a whisper.

"Is it because of your leg? Don't worry I can carry you."

"It's not that it's… I-If I want to be a Dragonar, I have to be as strong and proud as they are. So, I can't accept your help."

I gave an exasperated sigh and scratched my black, messy, curly hair.

"That's a dumb reason to not accept help." I said bluntly.

I grabbed her dragon plushie and handed it back to her.

"You can be as strong and as proud as you want, but you'll always need friends to fall back on. No one's perfect, everyone makes mistakes no matter who or what they are. If you don't have anyone to support you when you need it most then you'll lose your way."

I held out my hand again.

"Now, come on, let's get you to the Mother Dragon."

Silvia looked at my hand hesitantly once again before grabbing mine with her own small one. Compared to my hand, it was tinny really.

I gently pulled her up.

"Alright, we should probably get your boot back on."

Silvia rapidly shook her head in disagreement.

"No?" I sighed. "Well, shi - shoot then."

Ah, Christ, watch your mouth, you damn idiot! Don't swear in front of a child.

"Well, I'll just put the boot in my bag and give it back once we're done here."

She nodded. "Okay."

I kneeled down, my back facing her.

"Now, come on, let's get a move on."

We'd been walking for almost an hour.

I had no clue where the Orphan's Rite took place but the magical tree in the center was as good as an indicator as any.

We were getting pretty close too.

Siliva had her arms over my shoulders as I held her legs up, classic piggyback ride.

The two of us talked the whole way, she told me about her dream to become a Breeder and to rise to the rank of a great Dragonar.

And I had to make up bullshit left and right about where I came from.

My knowledge of this world was pretty limited, it had been years since I saw the anime, I had only seen a few volumes of the manga, and I hadn't even touched the light novels. So, thank god I wasted so much time on the wiki.

I told Silvia that my family and I grew up in the Zepharos Empire for about ten years before we migrated over to Lautreamont Knight Kingdom.

From what I remember, the Zepharos Empire has a cease-fire agreement going on with the Lautreamont Knight Kingdom and the Chevron Kingdom.

I rolled my eyes as I felt Silvia start playing with my hair.

"You having fun over there?"

"I can't help it, it's just so soft and curly."

I could almost see her pout in the corner of my eye.

After a few more minutes of walking, we passed another clearing then I heard a voice. Well, less of a voice and more of a sound.

It was a beautiful sound, one I'd never heard before.

"D-Do you hear that?"

Silvia tilted her head in confusion. "Hear what?"

I heard the sound again.

"I-It's kind of hard to put into words, but it… sounds like someone's calling out to me."

"Maybe Mother Dragon is calling out to you. Then…"

I could feel her slump forwards.

"What's wrong?"

"I hear nothing at all… Even though you are able to."

"Well, we can't be certain that it is the voice of Mother Dragon. It could be my imagination-"

Right at that moment, in a split second, my vision was filled with bright light. The dense forest disappeared from view. Right after that, it looked like I was floating in an empty space.

As I woke up, I thought I was in some kind of cave, but the ceiling was far too high.

There were many balls of light moving around the ceiling, almost looked like crystals, even the most luxurious chandeliers didn't look as magnificent as those lights. There was a wide lake at his feet and it was reflecting the lights in the ceiling. The lake water was clear and it only went up to about my calves. Facing the lake was an old looking building. I thought it looked like a shrine that was dug out from the ruins. The ground was made of square rocks and right on them stood many pillars with weird looking carvings. A huge wall painting could be seen inside the shrine through the space in between the pillars though I couldn't understand it.

Suddenly, I noticed a sweet scent. It smelled a little like lavender and a little like roses. From what I know from the wiki that should be the so-called Ansal that dragons like.

"Nnn..."

I notice a sound next to me.

It was Silvia, looked like she too was knocked out from whatever the hell just happened. The little girl got up rather groggily.

"Ahhhhhh… what happened?" she asked.

"Beats me."

There it is again! That sound… am I going crazy or something!?

Suddenly, there was a strong gust.

I was almost blown away while Silvia held her dragon plushie close, I made sure to cover her as the winds grew in intensity. It grew so bad that I couldn't even keep my eyes open.

At the same time, a loud sound that could shake the Earth echoed through the cave.

Finally, the sound and the wind stopped.

I was trembling a bit as I got up.

"Oh God, nothing like some hurricane levels winds to get the blood pumping."

I helped Silvia up, making sure she leaned on me to take pressure off her injured foot.

"You alright there, kid?"

"I-I'm fine." she stuttered.

"Thank god, now what in the world just… happened… oh boy."

There, on the opposite side of the lake, in the middle of the shrine, was a dragon.

One really, really, big dragon. Damn thing was the size of a building!

There were two ivory colored horns on its head. Its body was covered with white fur and there were many sparkling jewels on its long neck.

"If I were a betting man, I'd say that's the Mother Dragon."

"Eh?"

Much to my surprise, Silvia's reaction was very different from mine's. She looked all around the room not even giving the dragon a passing glance.

"Wait, do you not see that big fu-"

Do not say 'fuck off dragon' in front of a child you moron!

"H-Huge dragon in the middle of the shrine?"

Silvia squinted her eyes in the direction of the shrine.

"I don't see anything there."

The dragon lifted up its neck and let out a mighty roar.

"GRROOOOOOO!"

The force of its roar was enough the cause the pebbles on the ground to vibrate.

The sound of the roar terribly frightened Silvia. The child clung to my leg tightly as if a lifeline.

Strangely, I wasn't afraid of the giant fuck off dragon in front of me. Almost at ease if I were to be honest. I felt as if I could… understand it.

"Zachary Mohammed, the Outsider not from this world, I shall hand thee my Orphan..."

I could almost make out a grin on her draconic face.

Outsider… so she knows I'm not of her world. Probably something Zelretch had planned.

"...O-Okay I think there's been some… major confusion here. I didn't come here to partake in the Orphan's Rite."

I received no response.

Panicking, I turned to Silvia.

"Kid, are you sure, you don't see the Mother Dragon?" I pointed right at the shrine. "She's right there!"

"I… I don't see her."

Sighing, I grabbed her shoulders, and making sure not to hurt her foot, made her stand in front of me.

"Hey! She's the one that came here to become a Breeder, not me!"

Honestly, the situation looked damn near comical, almost as if I were using the little girl as a shield.

Haha… I just know her sister, Veronica, is going to kill me one of these days for this.

Still, I received no reply. Instead, the Mother Dragon's fur began to glow white, and my body was surrounded by a mysterious light.

"Ack!"

As the formless energy entered my body, my left hand was being lifted against my own will. I tried to bring my hand down or at the very least clench my fist, but every attempt was in vain.

It felt like my hand was burning, a symbol like the family crest of a noble was slowly being branded on my palm.

It was clear proof of the contract, a Starbrand, also known as a Seikoku.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

The bitch was forcing a dragon on me without listening to a single thing I said.

Aw fuck, what the hell do I do!? All I wanted were some fucking directions to the nearest town!

I glanced at Silvia.

I remembered the events of Dragonar Academy.

A person could only attend the Orphan's Rite once in their lifetime. No second chances.

If she lost this dragon…

She loses the one thing that connects her to her brother and mother.

She loses a lifelong dream.

She loses the ability to find out the truth about her brother.

She loses a friend... loses Lancelot.

Me? All I had to lose was an arm.

Well, time to make a dumb, brash, and otherwise retarded decision.

I turned Silvia toward me and pushed my burning palm towards the middle of her chest, just below her collarbone. Feeling the foreign energy enter me, I tried to force it out through my palm.

Silvia looked at me in shock.

"Z-Zachary, what are you…?"

"The Mother Dragon refuses to make you a Breeder..." I said bluntly.

The despair in her eyes told me enough to know what was going through her mind.

"So, to hell with that, if she refuses to make you one, then I will!"

Silvia didn't say a word, she just stared at me.

"...Why?"

I gave her a warm smile. "You got a dream worth chasing after, kid. Far be it from me to take that away from you."

Oh dear God! This hurts like a bitch!

"...Zachary." Tears streamed down her face as she gripped my hand tightly with her own. "Thank you."

I winced as the pain reached agonizing thresholds.

Despite the pain, I smiled.

I was about to blow up my own arm for some girl I've known for only a few hours.

Pro plays, Zachary. Pro plays.

I winked at her. "Don't mention it, Silvia."

It happened in an instant, but I saw so clearly.

A flash of white light, my arm, from the shoulder down, was blasted to pieces and I was sent flying.

I landed harshly on my back.

My arm… I couldn't feel it. I couldn't feel the pain.

I just felt so numb.

With what little strength I had left, I raised my head at looked right at the Mother Dragon.

I gave her the smuggest smirk I could give.

"Get… dunked on."

The world turned dark shortly after.

A kaleidoscope-like portal opened up in the dark cave.

The Mother Dragon gave Zelretch a passing glance as he walked through.

"So, did he meet your expectations?" The vampire asked.

"The young man passed with flying colors." She answered.

Zelretch smirked gazing at Zachary's unconscious, one armed, and bleeding out body.

"Of course, I always make good on my debts." Zelretch remarked. "Now, are you going to give him the Imperial Princess of Avalon's Holy Dragon Empire or what? He's going to die soon if you don't hurry up."

"Hmph."

The Mother Dragon made an agitated noise before bringing her attention back to Zachary's body.

Her fur glowed with brilliant, mystical, light once again.

Formless energy like before seeped into the young man's body.

His body began to glow and rise off the ground, energy began to converge where his arm used to be, taking on the form of a human arm.

...Then something peculiar happened.

The energy inside his body and out began to spark like electricity, it turned dark, almost malevolent. Energy rapidly swirled into him like he was the center of a vortex.

In response, the very winds bellowed around him, the chamber they were in shook like an earthquake.

His eyes snapped open, his natural brown eyes slowly turning to a burning amber.

"AAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Zachary roared with the power of a dragon.

A shockwave of energy shook the cave one last time.

...Then silence.

Zachary was unconscious on the ground once again, though dark currents of energy flowed through his body.

What really drew Zelretch's and the Mother Dragon's attention was the form Zachary's new arm took.

His left arm was human only in structure, but it took a far darker and more reptilian apprentice.

It was black from the shoulder down, ebony scales shining with an almost royal luster. From his shoulder protruded a red, curved spike, which ended at the same height as his ears. The elbow also bore a similar red, curved, spike, albeit smaller. From the beginning of the forearm to the hand were a series of segmented red scales of similar design. The knuckles were likewise covered in red, and his fingers were covered in red razor-sharp claws.

"Well," Zelretch looked at Zachary's body with a raised eyebrow. "That happened."

"How… puzzling." The Mother Dragon said as her stare kept trained on Zachary's new arm.

Zelretch gave her a bland look. "Puzzling? This was within my calculations. You wanted to shove mass amounts of foreign energy into a body that had never experienced it before. It's a miracle his body didn't explode into a million bloody chunks."

"Then how…?"

"Oh, that?" Zelretch smirked. "I modified his body slightly. Gave him even less than the bare minimum to be able to accept Astral into his body. I was curious to see what kind of reaction that would give us. And my dear friend here didn't disappoint. Amazing what the human body will do when pushed to its limits."

The Mother Dragon narrowed her eyes. "You risked the life of your friend to sate your curiosity?"

"Yes," he replied bluntly. "Zachary knows damn well what kind shenanigans happen when you associate yourself with someone like me."

The Wizard Marshall walked towards Zachary's body and knelt down beside him.

"Let's see what we have here..." he grabbed the new arm and used his magecraft to analyze Zachary's body.

He let out a pleasant hum of interest.

"How peculiar, his body is now biologically half dragon. Well, more like turning him half dragon, it's still got a ways to go before the transformation is finished. Oof, kid's going to have a hell of a time dealing with the internal biological changes."

He let out a low whistle.

"His body is now producing mass amounts of Astral. I'd say enough to keep… over 30 dragons alive and well,"

The Mother Dragon's eyes widened in surprise.

"...30 dragons worth of Atral."

"I'd say that Princess of Avalon would only take about a month to be born instead of the nine years it would usually take."

"Nine extra years to mature and grow stronger than she ever could in the original Possibility."

"Well, there's that."

Zelretch's gaze turned to the little girl, Silvia.

She was unconscious, not from the explosion, but from seeing the kind man she knew have arm blasted into bloody fireworks and being covered in said blood.

"What about the girl? She now bears the dragon, Lancelot."

"What about her?" Her tone was almost disdainful. "The fact that I must leave one of my children in such subpar hands sours my mood enough as it is."

"You're just a ray of sunshine aren't you?" He quipped sarcastically. "Well, I suppose the job falls into my hands, I guess."

Zelretch walked towards Silvia, his Jeweled Sword in hand.

He lightly tapped her forehead with it.

Instantly, all the blood covering her vanished, but the Mother Dragon could tell something was off.

"You did something else, didn't you?"

The vampire gave an all too happy smile. "But of course. I made sure the influx of Astral in her body wouldn't interfere with her memories "

"Is that wise?" The Mother Dragon asked.

Zelretch gave her an almost condescending smirk.

"My dear lady, I do not make decisions based on how wise they are, I make them based on how much they have the possibility to entertain me."

"...I see."

"Well, I'll take the girl home, I assume you already have something set up for my friend here?"

"Yes, I have another fool who owes me a debt."

"Ugh..."

Ah, God, my fucking head!

Ugh, not even 21 yet and I already feel like I got a hangover.

I put my right hand to my face and rubbed my eyes.

As my vision came back to me it was quite obvious I wasn't home anymore.

"Oh yeah, Zelretch, right."

Checking my surroundings, it looked like I was sleeping on a fairly large bed, the room itself while mostly empty aside from the bare essentials like a dresser and some lights, that were made out of glowing crystal, was fairly spacious. The walls were a muted pale blue that was pleasing to the eyes and the floor had a carpet of the same color.

There were no windows oddly enough.

I got up from the bed noticing I didn't have my glasses anymore. My vision wasn't horrible per se, but I'm kind of nearsighted.

Noticing the duffle bag I had with me on the floor next to the bed, I opened it up, glad to see everything was there an accounted for.

Looks like Silvia's boot was still in the bag, and her dragon plushie was there too, that's odd.

Thankfully, my assumption was correct and my glasses case was, in fact, in the bag.

I took my glasses out and put them on.

I noticed something rather strange, my vision was more blurry and disoriented with the glasses on than off.

I mean, I've only gotten them for about a few days and was still getting used to them, but something like this never happened before.

I took off my glasses and look around the room once again.

Even if I stood far away from something it didn't get blurry.

I had perfect 20/20 vision.

Well, shit.

Some shenanigans happened while I was out for the count.

I scratched the back of my head with my left arm.

It was then that I noticed the condition of said limb.

"Um, why do I have a discount overly edgy Devil Bringer for an arm?"

I slowly put my glasses back in their cases as I observed my… new limb. I got the old lefty blown to bits.

Sure, I was weirded out by it, but the new scaly limb did look pretty damn cool.

I could make a damn sandwich with these claws.

I walked over to the door and walked down the hallway with many doors on both sides.

As I walked, I heard the sound of metal banging against metal, like what one would hear in a forge.

I followed the sound until I reached the door at the end of the hallway.

Hesitantly, I opened the door, revealing a forge.

Unlike what I had seen so far, the forge room was largely made out of brickwork and the size of a ballroom.

Tools, weapons, and armor littered the walls. I saw anvils of various sizes, magic artifacts of seemingly great power and much, much more.

But what truly grabbed my attention was the person hammering away at red-hot metal over an anvil.

It was obvious he wasn't human.

Hell, he held the red-hot metal in his bare hands.

He towered over me and considering I was six foot five, that was quite impressive. His muscles looked like they had muscles. Seriously, his arms looked more like fucking tree trunks than actual limbs. On his head, just above his brows were a pair of large goat-like horns that seemed to be made of stone, their tips as red-hot as the steel he was pounding. His skin was a grayish blue color, and his red hair covered his face and shoulder like fur, though his eyes which burnt like coal could be seen peering through the thick fur. He wore a pair of armored suspenders and boots with a goat design on it.

He gave me a passing glance, more interested in his work than he was with me.

"So, you're finally up, good."

His voice was deep and gruff, but it carried great power and wisdom in it.

"The Old Scaly Hag called in a favor and asked me to look after you for the time being." He said as quenched the metal in water.

"My name is Ornn, as you can see, I run this forge."

I nodded.

"Since I'm stuck with you from now on, I'm putting you to work, and you'll be learning the ways of the forge from me. Any objections?"

"No, Sir." I said, not wanting to piss off the giant fucking goat-man that handled red-hot steel with his bare hands.

"Hmm, you have some manners, good. What's your name, young one?"

"I'm Zachary Mohammed."

"An odd name, but considering your status as an Outsider, I suppose it's expected."

Well, good to know he knows I'm not from this world too.

"I'll start you on your training tomorrow. Get yourself something to eat. Kitchen's in the second door on your left when you go back into the hallway."

"Uh… thanks."

I walked back into the hallway and followed his directions to the kitchen.

It was a big an spacious as the bedroom I found myself in.

I leaned against the door, trying to process what in the actual fuck happened to me.

This shit just went from Dragonar Academy to League of Legends.

I sighed.

"Crack is Whack."

Chapter End.