The First Dragon God

Ves sat beside the bed, watching Leo sleep soundly. She saw that even deep in his sleep, he was still feeling pain.

She saw his brow furrowed deeply, and his lips quivered faintly as though caught in a grimace. Every so often, his jaw tightened and his face twitched.

She looked at him with a soft gaze as she smiled warmly, and caressed his face, trying to ease his pain. Her hand trembled slightly in pain as her fingers made contact with Leo's face, but she didn't care.

"I promise to become stronger fast to protect you and made sure you never have to put yourself in danger again. Not for anyone, not for me or anyone. No more," she muttered to herself with a fire of determination burning in her eyes.

After the battle with the mutant Boar ended and Leo collapsed, she carried Leo up to their apartment on the eight floor and laid him on the bed.

Following that, she looked for the first aid box in the room to treat their injuries. She was actually surprised when she pulled up Leo's shirt and saw a deep wound on his torso, with blood pooling over its surface.

Her eyes widened in shock and fear when she saw it. She knew that Leo was injured from the Boar's attack but she had no idea that it was this serious.

Actually, she has no idea that he was bleeding and the reason for this is the black shirt and the rain that drenched them immediately after the battle ended. Also, the both of them were too occupying with not dying from the Boar's attacks to notice anything.

She quickly got the first aid box from where it was and began treating Leo's injury. She cleaned the surface of the wound, disinfected it and dressed it.

Her hands trembled as she bandaged his wounds, the pain in her fingers nothing compared to the ache in her heart.

She doesn't want anything to happen to him, as she had no idea what she would do if anything does.

Ves felt guilty and frustrated when she thought of herself, the adult between the both of them, being the one that has to be protected, instead of the other way around. This made her feel like she was the reason why Leo was in this current condition.

Her anger and frustration increased when she remembered the task of protecting Leo she was given by the person that helped her to win her zombie's personality.

It was at that moment she made up her mind. She wasn't going on sit back and watch Leo put himself in danger everytime to protect her, and those around him.

She would increase her strength and get strong enough to be the one to protect Leo. She would get strong to do her job as the adults and she wasn't going to back down. She vowed to herself.

Ves smiled and let out a tired sigh as she finished cleaning Leo's injury. The next thing she did was to take care of her own injuries.

Though, they were already healing, thanks to her [Regeneration] skill, as she could see some blood clots on it. But the healing process was slow and the pain was almost unbearable for her.

Meanwhile on the building's first floor, Miguel and his group were still standing in front of an apartment's floor-to-wall window, staring at the massive Mutant Boar's carcass in stunned silence.

The silence continued until one of them finally broke it.

"Did he… just kill that thing?" one of the men whispered, his voice trembling.

No one answered, their eyes fixed on the massive corpse. No matters how they tried to wrap their heads around it and follow the events that happened with logic, nothing just seems to make sense.

They saw the young boy, who looks no older than a teenager and even younger than the girl in their group, fighting the Boar and killing it at the end, but they still couldn't believe their eyes.

They were aware that he got help from the lady with peculiar aura around her but even with that, killing such a massive creature was something beyond the ordinary.

It was now they understood why the ground floor of the building was filled with zombies corpses. Compared to the weak zombies, the Mutant Boar was much more dangerous.

During the battle, when Leo was hit by the Boar's attack and was sent smashing into a wall, they feared that he was dead. And when they saw him stand back on his bed, they let out a long, shaky breath, only now aware of the tension that had gripped them.

They continued holding their breaths throughout the duration of the battle and they only truly felt relieved when they saw the Mutant Boar go limp.

"Can we also do that?" One of them asked, while continuing staring at the massive carcass.

He knew he wasn't alone with the question he asked and that every single one of them felt the same way. They all want to be as strong as the boy.

Miguel was the most affected by the scene in front of him. He knew that the boy and the lady was strong but he didn't know that they were this strong.

The truth was that he had already made his peace when he saw the appearance of the Mutant Boar.

He was someone that struggles when facing more than two zombies, there was no way he would even dare think of facing such a colossus monster. It was nothing short of suicide.

"I guess the world really changed after all," he muttered to himself.

He knew that if the world was still as it was, there was no way such a creature like the Mutant Boar would exist. And not just that, but the streets won't be crawling with zombies, neither would there be someone as strong as Leo.

Miguel was still thinking of the old world when he saw some movement from the corner of his eyes. He quickly turned his head to look and he saw a group of armed individuals walking towards the Mutant Boar's carcass.

Seeing how they were looking at it and looking at the building where they are, Miguel could already guess their intentions.

"All of you, follow me," he said, as he grabbed his axe and left the apartment.

His group members were actually surprised when they saw him leaving but when they saw the group approaching the carcass, they immediately understood.

They immediately grabbed their weapons—makeshift weapons they found in some of the apartments on the first floor—and followed behind Miguel.

Miguel and his group reached the ground floor, and just as they stepped outside, they spotted the other group standing near the carcass, preparing to dissect it.

"Stop! That doesn't belong to you," Miguel shouted, striding toward them.

A bulky man from the other group turned, a smirk spreading across his face.

"And who does it belong to?" he asked mockingly, crossing his arms.

"To us," the young girl said firmly, stepping forward to stand beside Miguel.

The bulky man stared at her for amoment, then threw his head back in a hearty laugh.

"You?" he bellowed, his voice echoing across the open space.

His laughter cut off abruptly, replaced by a menacing glare as his smirk vanished. His eyes locked on Miguel, his voice turning cold and sharp.

"Listen, old man, this carcass belongs to us. If you want it, you'll have to fight for it."

The bulky man's group immediately shifted into attacking stances, their eyes narrowing as they sized up Miguel and his companions.

The air grew heavy with hostility, an unspoken challenge hanging in the space between them.

Just the appearance of the newcomers—a ragged band, their clothes torn and weapons mismatched, eyes gleamed with a dangerous mix of desperation and greed, told Miguel that they were bad news.

But there's no way that he would be willing to back down. Leo nearly died to kill the Mutant Boar, there's no way he was going to allow another group reap the benefits.

He gripped his axe tightly, his knuckles white. His group was outnumbered and outgunned, their makeshift weapons a stark contrast to the newcomers' sharpened blades and crude but effective firearms.

Both groups stood poised, the carcass lying between them like a coveted prize, its presence fueling the simmering tension