A Scottish Dragon In This Wonderful World - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

When the bright lights faded from around him and his feet touched solid ground again, a rush of information rushed through his brain and a pleasant warmth that made his body tingle with pleasure ran through his veins.

Just as Aqua said, the way to use his new power, was just there now. He could feel the new strength of his muscles, the deep power of flame within his core, the instinct deep within to roar, let loose his power, conquer and dominate.

Despite all that, he was not focused on any of it.

Rather, Yarden was opening and closing his hand, feeling the phantom sensation of that goddess ass he'd just gotten a hold of, "Jesus Christ, that arse was insane."

He'd only go a brief grope of it, but it was enough to blow all other arses he'd felt up in his young life out of the water and put them to shame. Incredibly soft, his hand just sunk right into that fleshy badonkadonk of hers, yet at the same time springy and firm.

It was an arse that was completely of his world. Truly, the fat bouncy round arse of a goddess.

"….I'm gonna destroy that arse one day." the newly born Scottish Dragon vowed.

He would make a fucking imprint of her fat goddess arse in a bed, hell in the fucking ground.

He stared at the hand that had claimed a grope of those divine cheeks that he would one day claim and clap so loud it would echo throughout the multiverse, before with supreme willpower only available to a man of true Scottish descent such as himself, he banished the thought.

He looked up and examined his surroundings. Surprisingly, he wasn't smack dab in the middle of nowhere or anything like that. He was standing in the middle of a paved road of some form of town.

He was honestly expecting something medieval, but the houses were finely constructed with well tiled roofs and windows, not really a mark on them. They were almost modern looking to be honest.

And most of the people around him, were while wearing odd clothing, actually quite modern looking clothes. Shorts, jackets, tank tops and the like.

He supposed it made some semblance of since if Aqua had been sending people from his world over for any long period of time like she had hinted at.

Granted, the oddest thing was that some were walking around with small pieces of armour or leather over their rather modern looking clothing.

And many of them were giving him odd looks, seeing as he was just standing in the middle of the road.

Who the fuck did they think they were looking at like some side show? Hadn't they ever seen a true Scotsman?

Well, he supposed not since this was a fantasy world. Really, if a Scotsman had been sent over before him, that Demon King pansy would already have his head mounted on a pike and his bitches enslaved.

"Oi, mate," Yarden called out to a big buff motherfucker walking passed him, "There some form of adventuring guild or something around here where I can get work and put the boot to some monster bitches?"

The man gave him an odd look before shrugging, "Yeah, sure there is kid, this is Axel y'know," he snorted, before pointing down the road, "Just head down the road and turn right, you can't miss it with the big flag hanging from up top."

"Alright, cheers son." Yarden thanked him graciously and moved on. Time to go register as an adventurerer and get started on this whole path to godhood thing.

"…Son!?" The man spluttered after him.

Yarden ignored him.

It didn't take Yarden long at all to find his destination. A large two story grey brick building with a red tiled roof. On the second floor, a beautiful glass-stained window reflected the shimmering light of the sun and jutting out proudly in front of it was a flag baring the emblem of what looked like a planet and a huge ass bird.

Awesome.

Pushing the door open, the teenager swaggered his way on inside, pausing only to take in his new surroundings as the door slammed shut behind him and drew a mass of eyes towards him.

The first thing he noticed, was the place was pretty busy. the second thing he noticed, was that the place looked like the inside of a tavern, only kind of more in a modern style. Like a pub that was trying to look like an olden tavern and not actually an olden time tavern.

"You're a new face boy." a snort drew his attention to one of the long tables set up through the down stairs area. The speaker, was a large, well built man with tan skin and a mostly shaved head beyond a small reddish brown mohawk.

'What the fuck is this plonker wearing?' Yarden wondered, completely weirded out. He was pairing a pair of really tight green pants, held up by a pair of pink suspenders leading up to dark shoulder armour and leaving his chest completely bare.

He looked a bit like some kind of stereo typical ruffian character. Only, he had switched things up by having the worlds gayest man vomit his fashion sense all over him.

Well, he did need information. 'The things I do for divine booty.' Yarden huffed internally.

"That's cause I'm new in town mate, here to put my boot to that demon king pansy," Yarden smirked and made his way over the clownish looking man and leaned over his table, "So feel like letting me in on how to sign up as an adventurer buddy ol' pal?" the teenager thumped the man on his armoured shoulder.

"Zat so?" The man mused blandly before snorted and downing the rest of the tankard sitting on the table in front of him then jerked his head to the end of the room, "Over there boy, you can sign up there at the admission desk, let's see how far that confidence takes you."

All the way to the top badly, all the way to the top.

Of course, Yarden did not say that, because he was a nice guy who wouldn't insult the guy who just helped him out.

"Cheers." Yarden thanked the man and made his way over. Interestingly, it was less a desk, and more look teller booths. He could only see someone rustling about behind one of them though, so made his way over to it.

There was a small bell sitting on the ledge of the teller booth, so Yarden quickly gave it a little hit to ring to catch whoever was inside the booths attention.

His eyes widened when they turned to him and he caught a full look at them, 'Holy shit.' he gasped.

Tits.

Or rather, TITS!

"Hello, can I help you?" the woman behind the teller booth asked. She was a creamy skinned older woman looking to be in her mid twenties with wavy blonde hair tied into a bit of a bun at the back, with a pair of wavy bangs framing her face like curtains.

The reason for his shock, was because of the outfit adorning he body. She wore a pair of tiny blue denim shorts, and a white blouse with the deepest plunging neckline he'd ever seen that to bare a massive amount of deep creamy cleavage from a pair of huge tits.

Like holy shit they were massive, bigger than his head and the little white ribbon hanging from a white collar around her neck just drew even more attention to her amazing rack. It took a supreme amount of willpower on his part to drag his gaze up to meet her eyes before she noticed where he was staring.

Hopefully, at least. Nah, she probably caught him staring gobsmacked. Well whatever, just gotta roll with it.

"Hey," he gave her his best charming smile, "I was told this is the admission desk, where I can sign up to be an adventurer?" the Scottish teen asked.

"You were told correct sir," she smiled back at him pleasantly, "It will be 1000 eris to register here though."

Yarden paused, "…It costs cash?" he asked. Shit, he hadn't even thought to ask about that at first. That was kind of annoying, it was one thing he was always particular about, having enough money for what he wanted to buy on him at all times.

It was a pride thing.

For that matter, he didn't even understand how the currency worked here, so he didn't understand if that was expensive or not.

"Indeed," the stacked blonde nodded, "It is to help cover the expenses of the creation of the guild cards."

Well, he only had a rough idea what a guild card was from games he had played, but that made sense at least.

She clearly saw his hesitation though, "Am I right in guessing you have no money?"

"Oh, I have money," he waved her off, "Just not this Eris you're talking abut, I'm totally new in this country and kinda just got dumped here because of weird circumstances."

Upon arriving here, he'd come with his backpack and whatever was inside his pockets, including his wallet.

"I see," she frowned lightly at his words, "I'm afraid I can't help you then until you have the required funds, and we are not able to give missions to non registered adventurers either."

Hmm, well that sucked.

He leaned on the ledge of the booth and hummed in thought. As he did, his eyes slid to his wrist where his gleaming silver watch glinted.

Ah, that could work.

"Have you got any pawn shops around here?" he asked her, "While I don't have any Eris, I do have some things that should be worth a pretty penny."

The only problem would be buying his shit back. But, at the same time, he was a dragon now. It should be a peace of cake for him to take care of some missions or quests or whatever and make money quickly so he could get it back.

"There is one just down the road," the blonde replied, "But, if it's anything you want back and worth a lot I don't really recommend it."

…That kind of didn't help.

Yarden sighed, "Then what do you recommend?" he asked, before pausing as a thought occurred to him, "For that matter, how much does it cost to say stay a night in a hotel around here in Eris."

He was pretty knowledgeable on hotel prices, he'd stated in quite a few. Hell, he'd just died in front of one less than an hour ago, so he could use it as a reference to gauge how much this Eris currency was.

"If it's just a single room for night and morning at an average one, I'd say roughly around ten thousand eris?" the blonde gave a rough estimation.

Hmm.

Basing it on the rough amount of staying at the same kind of hotel he was from, that meant a thousand eris was basically worth in the vicinity of five pounds.

….Fucking seriously? It was a pittance and causing him so much trouble.

How embarrassing. What kind of roadblock was this on the way to godhood, and for a dragon!

One thing was for sure. He wasn't going to pawn off his possessions from his old life on Scotlands green Earth just for a mere fucking five pounds.

"Hey good looking," he said to the blonde, looking her in the eye, "Loan me a thousand eris will you? I'll pay you it back five times over by tonight and let you hold onto this as insurance." he reached down to his right hand and pulled off his gold Celtic ring.

A christmas gift that cost over three hundred pounds. Three hundred and fifty specifically. And much less full of sentimental worth than his watch that he'd gotten from his grandfather, "This should be worth around sixty thousand or so Eris at least, if not more."

Honestly, it was still a beauty of a thing he didn't want to give up. Predominantly gold, with diamond inlays on the top, with a square of glittering onyx atop that and the celtic banner engraved within it in gold.

And within the band of the ring, his name was inscribed."…It looks worth far more that," the blonde gaped at the ring as he laid it down and front of her.

She eyed it for a few moments, before looking at him and then looking back.

If he couldn't pay back a mere five thousand eris, she got to keep the ring was what he was saying.

"Very well, I'll pay the fee for you, but remember what you said, you have to pay it back by tonight." she agreed.

He shrugged her words off. Once he was registered as an adventurer, he'd just go take the quickest and best paying jobs within the area, get them done and come right back. Going by where the sun was positioned on the sky on his way here to the adventurers guild, it was still pretty earlier in the day after all.

"Okay then," The blonde reached beneath the teller booth and lifted something up after taking hold of his ring, depositing it where the ring once sat.

It was a strange looking contraption. A bit like a gleaming blue crystal ball sitting on a gold plated stand, with a small latch where a bunch of blank rectangular cards almost like business cards sat.

"Right, just put your hand over this," the blonde pointed at the crystal ball looking orb on top, "And it will read your aura and imprint your information onto one of the blank cards."

"Righto." Yarden nodded and agreed, doing as told. He rested his hand over the top of the orb atop it and the blonde pressed some form of switch on the side of it, a split moment later the orb began to grow brightly and make an odd whirring noise.

As it did that, the blonde made her way out of the booth to stand next to him and wait for the device to finish what it was doing.

When it did finally finish nearly a minute later, the machine let loose a kind of 'ding' like noise before the light died down.

The blonde stepped up in front of him and reached under the device to grab the card on front which he noticed now had writing on it where before it was blank.

As she bent over the booth ledge in front of him though, he got a good look at her from behind and the way those tight denim shorts moulded tightly around her curvy rear end and showed off her long toned legs. Her ass wasn't anywhere near Aqua tier, but it was still one nice curvy ass he'd like to sink his hands into.

"Oh my!" the blonde gasped as she grabbed the card, breaking Yarden from his thoughts, "It's been a long time since I've seen stats like this….no, have I ever seen stats like this even?"

"Heh." Yarden smirked and crossed his arms proudly as she gaped over his abilities.

Even if he didn't know them all himself.

"This is absurd," the blonde shook her head, turning to face him and holding the card in front of her chest as she read from it, "Yarden Odhar, odd name you have, age fifteen, Your lowest skill by far is your intelligence but even it is above average, followed by your luck that's quite a bit above average. Other than that your strength, durability, agility, magic power, mana capacity everything is all off the charts for a level one…Someone like you really could grow powerful enough to take on the demon king one day!" she looked up from the card to stare at him in awe.

A beautiful busty woman staring at him in wonder. It must be Tuesday here.

"You even started with a whole ten skill points, that's amazing!" she exclaimed in wonder.

"Is that a good thing?" he asked.

"Yes!" she nodded vigorously, making those big ol' titties jiggle just as vigorously.

Dayum blonde lady.

"It's rare for anyone to start with any skill points at all and you can usually only earn them by levelling up, only those with amazing potential and innate abilities start with skill points already at level 1!" she explained, shaking her head in shock.

So what he was hearing from all this, was that he made An amazing choice asking Aqua for his dragon abilities. Or maybe he was just that innately amazing compared to the scrubs around here?

He supposed if that Kazuma guy was the typical person Aqua chose to send over and that reflected the people here…..

"Practically every standard class is available to you, even the advanced ones! Crusader, Arch Mage, Arch Priest, you name it you can be it!" the blonde continued on exclaiming in her shock, before gasping as she apparently read something else, "Even some really rare classes are here! Even the dragon classes, how!?

Yarden perked up at the mention of dragons, "Dragon classes?" he asked.

"They're special advanced jobs that really only pop up from interacting in some manner of way with dragons," the voluptuous blonde explained to him, "Dragon Knight a warrior based class that is an advanced form of the knight class, and the Dragon Priest is a magic based class that is an advanced form of the mage class. You even have the Dragoon class an advanced form of the adventurer class and the Dragon Slayer class, how did you get these?! These two classes can only be obtained by killing a dragon!" she demanded, gaping at him.

Huh. Since he had the core of a dragon within him, did that pass on the status of basically having the requirements to him?

Cool.

"I'm just badass like that," Yarden smirked smugly and casually shrugged, he'd already decided he was taking one of those dragon classes, really gonna double down on the dragon thing, "So what one one of those dragon classes are the best?" he asked.

For a moment, the blonde just stared at him before taking a deep breath and visibly composing herself, "It depends on what you want to go for," she explained, "In pure stats the Dragon Slayer class is the strongest, but gets access to little skills. The Dragon Knight class is a purely physical class while the Dragon Priest class is a purely magical class. The weakest stat wise is the Dragoon class, though it's still far above your standard class. It's the opposite of the Dragon Slayer Class."

"In what way?" Yarden wondered.

"The adventure class is the weakest, but can learn the abilities of all other classes just from seeing them at the expensive of a lot of skill points," the blonde explained, "The Dragoon Class is an upgraded form of that, so they can learn skills from all other classes and generally at much cheaper prices skill point wise than the adventurer class."

Hmm, so it was basically the potential most versatile of classes that gave up instant raw power for that versatility, while the Dragon Slayer class gave up versatility for sheer raw power, and the other two were basically mage or melee paths with stats in between the other two if he guessed right.

He had to admit, usually, he'd probably lean towards the other three. But, he didn't need to worry about raw stat increase that much now did he?

Thanks to the Dragons Core the divine booty had passed on to him.

Which mean; "Make me the Dragoon class." he told the blonde.

She gave him an odd look before nodding hesitantly, "…If that's what you want." she'd already explained the pros and cons of the classes after all, so the choices were on him here.

She pressed her finger against the card a few times, before handing it to him. Yarden quickly gave it a look over with a massive grin, "So I just need to see other people use their skills and I can copy them?" he asked.

"Yes," the blonde nodded, "When you gain the ability to learn a skill, it will appear on your adventurers card and you can choose it from there."

"Bitchin'," his grin widened, before getting right back to business, "So can I get a name for the pretty lady?" he asked.

She raised an eyebrow at him, "My name is Luna." she introduced herself.

"Pretty name, for a pretty lady," he winked roguishly, drawing a bit of a titter from her and making her cheeks flush.

Her attitude did a bit of a 180 when she saw his stats and class choices from what he could gather. It was a subtle thing, but he could tell her opinion of him had risen quite highly when she saw his sheer potential.

People were drawn to greatness after all. And he was pretty damn Scottish. Or rather great, but it was the same thing really.

A bit odd that a woman like this was receptive to a teenagers flirting though. But he supposed if this was supposed to be some kind of medieval society more or less, even an RPG-lite one, it made a bit of sense.

"So Luna, how about filling me in on quests or missions or whatever and setting me up with one?" Yarden asked,
"Okay, sure," Luna agreed easily, "You do have to pay me back before you can get this back I suppose." she reached into her back pocket and pulled out his ring to wiggle in front of his eyes.

…What a lucky ring.

He'd be sure to one up it later.