Reawakening: Primordial Dragon with Limitless Mana

*Thud.*

The loud impact made the receptionist flinch. Her eyes darted to the counter—

And froze.

There, resting heavily on the polished wood, was the severed head of a giant wolf.

Not just any wolf—the infamous Beast that had haunted the surrounding woods for years.

Her breath caught in her throat as she slowly looked up at the person who brought it in.

And her fear only deepened.

Hades stood there, still soaked in blood. The dried crimson clung to his clothes, his hair, even his skin. No matter how much he tried to suppress it, a suffocating wave of killing intent clung to him like a second skin.

She instinctively stepped back.

"Y-You hunted it?" she asked, trying to steady her voice.

Hades gave a simple nod. "The rest of its body is in the clearing where it usually nests. You know the place."

The receptionist did. Everyone in the guild did.

As silence fell again, Hades took a moment to think. The guild likely knew about what Lary and his crew did—scamming new hunters, extorting travelers, even leading them into danger for coin.

Still… he didn't blame them. It was business, after all.

After a pause, the receptionist finally asked, "What happened to Lary and his party?"

Hades didn't hesitate.

"Dead. I killed them."

Then he added, as if correcting himself, "Actually, you won't find their bodies."

Her face turned ghostly white.

Around the hall, several guild members stirred. Hands reached for weapons. Chairs scraped quietly against the floor.

Friends of Lary?

Hades didn't even glance their way. His voice was calm, his tone flat.

"Anyone with a problem about me killing that pest and his roaches—wait for me outside. I'll finish my business here, then come answer your questions."

No one moved.

They had heard of his fight with the giant wolf. They could see the blood that wasn't his. And now they knew he had wiped out three experienced hunters as well.

The strength hidden behind that quiet voice was enough to silence the entire room.

One by one, everyone slowly returned to their seats.

Hades turned back to the receptionist and gave her a slight nod—urging her to complete the trade.

She quickly crouched down behind the counter, fumbling through the drawers.

A short while later, she placed a pouch of coins onto the desk. The clinking sound was crisp and final.

"Five thousand," she said. "An extra thousand for dealing with criminals."

Hades's brow arched slightly. 'Criminals, huh?' So that's what they were calling them.

He didn't question it further. Without a word, he took the pouch of gold and asked, "Do you have a potion that can heal scars?"

As he spoke, he tilted just enough to reveal the girl on his back.

Luna.

She was fast asleep, worn out from crying until her voice had faded. Her cheeks were still damp, but her expression was soft—finally at peace.

He had cleaned the blood from her face, yet the scar remained.

A thin, cruel line that stretched from her forehead, slicing through her brow and down to the edge of her lip. Faint, but visible. Permanent—if not treated now.

The receptionist winced when her eyes landed on the mark.

"It's still fresh," she said, voice softer now. "If you act quickly, two potions should be enough. Use one now, then the other in three hours."

Hades gave a small nod and reached for the vials. "How much?"

She hesitated for a moment. "Normally… I'd charge a thousand. But after what you've done for us, just give me two hundred."

Hades blinked. 'What have I done for them?' He didn't know what she meant—but he didn't ask.

Wordlessly, he placed two hundred coins on the counter, then turned and walked out.

As he made his way through the town, heads turned. People stared. Whispers followed him. His blood-soaked clothes, the beast's head, and the weight of his killing aura still clinging to him like smoke—they had all seen it.

But Hades didn't care.

His only focus was the girl on his back.

Luna.

That scar on her face… that quiet sobbing from earlier… it had cracked something deep inside him.

No matter how strong or cheerful she acted, she was still a girl haunted by the past. Still fragile. Still healing.

And seeing her like that had shattered his heart.

They reached the inn not long after. He opened the door gently and stepped inside.

With the care of someone holding something sacred, he placed Luna down on the bed. Her silver hair spilled across the pillow, her breathing light and steady.

Hades took one of the vials and eyed it carefully.

Just to be sure, he let a drop fall onto his own arm.

A soft warmth bloomed across his skin.

[It's a healing potion.]

The inner voice confirmed.

Hades exhaled softly.

He didn't trust anyone in this town. Not the guild, not the people watching him, not even the woman at the counter.

But this?

This he could trust.

And now… it was time to heal his Luna.

He slowly poured the potion onto her face.

A faint sizzle filled the room, the sound of flesh mending. The thin scar began to fade as a soft glow spread across her skin.

Luna frowned slightly in her sleep, but she didn't stir.

Hades continued, gently applying the remaining potion until the bottle was empty. Her face was almost back to how it once was—soft, serene—though faint traces of the scar still lingered.

"Three hours later," he murmured, placing the second vial safely on the bedside table. He adjusted her position, helping her lie comfortably, then pulled a sheet over her sleeping form.

"Rest well," he whispered.

"Where are you going…" her voice was barely audible, her eyes only half open as she caught his hand.

Hades sighed gently, brushing a hand through her silver hair.

"I'm not going anywhere," he said quietly. "Every time you wake up, I'll be right here."

A content hum left her lips as she drifted back into sleep.

Hades smiled faintly, his chest aching with warmth as he watched her settle.

There was a jug of water in the room. He hesitated.

He'd planned to head downstairs to clean up, but now… could he really leave her alone?

Of course not.

He peeled off his bloodied clothes, even his undergarments soaked through. Naked, save for his resolve, he began wiping away the blood and gore with a damp cloth.

It had been a long, grueling day.

But at least now, he understood something.

In this unforgiving world, the only things he could trust were his own two hands—and the girl resting behind him.

He glanced back at her peaceful figure.

'Now… let's see what awaits us in Samaran City.'

The Sage's reasons remained a mystery. But Hades had no path of his own. So for now, he would walk the one she had pointed out—for himself, and for Luna.

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