Brance broke through the ceiling and executed a perfect superhero landing feet away from a 2.5-meter tall orange hunchback lizard person. At the same time, Cynrik, who had jumped through the window, landed by performing a somersault before skidding to a stop on one knee.

Unlike what the two had expected, their moment of surprise deflated instantly as the creature appeared to be already expecting their arrival, and judging by the three glowing wooden totems sporadically placed around the 12×10 foot room, he had prepared for battle.

A standoff ensued, with both boys holding their weapons and the Shaman holding a creepy-looking bone staff. The Shaman was the first to break the silence.

Straightening its body and revealing its decaying fangs, the Shaman cackled loudly before waving its hands to manifest a pale green smoke of visible condensed Mana particles around its body.

“Govs asys’ vetayums, tryain’, bentas portials ta’ish BANOSISS!” (Foolish children sent by their gods, come, meet your DEMISE!)

Thanks to their Language Proficiency, the two brothers understood what the creature was saying as if it spoke in English, but the strange guttural words accompanied by clicks and hisses struck Cynrik like a lightning bolt. With Brance out of the loop about the Legacy Strife and Cynrik not having a chance to explain it to him, Brance simply assumed this being was another Reincarnator like themselves.

Cynrik’s face twitched slightly as his knuckles turned white from how hard he was gripping his Kodachi’s, but his heart dropped to his stomach when he used Inspect on the Shaman.

: Status :

: Montu:

: Title(s) – System Host, Legacy Charge :

: Deity- Cobra Goddess Wadjet :

: Chlamydraco-Kobold Male:

: Age-20:

: Tier-2 :

: Level-30 (CAP) :

: Primary Class – Tier-2 Shaman:

: Distribution: 1 DEX, 2 INT :

: Highest Stats, ??? DEX, ??? INT :

: Threat Level- You should probs GTFO :

For Brance, the phrase Legacy Charge was foreign. His eyes flicked to Cynrik, giving him a questioning look.

‘TSK, **ing plot armor bull**, this guy is at the peak of Tier-2, which gives him a foot in the door of Tier-3. That race, though…Chlamydraco…why is that familiar? What species of lizard has Chlamy in its name.’ No one in the room moved as Cynrik’s brain churned violently.

‘FUCK! Chlamydosaurus Kingii, this mother **er is a mutated **ing Frilled-Lizard. Wait, the main genus is a frilled lizard, which means its subgenus is Draco, god damn it…OIIII, HOW COME THIS GUY IS PART DRAGON!’

A single bead of sweat rolled down Cynrik’s temple from his hairline. ‘It was one thing to fight a Kobold Shaman, but this guy isn’t a **ing Kobold; he’s a god damn Dragonhybrid. Not only that… he’s a **ing Legacy Charge making my theory about some **ing bastard Deity messing with our Egress dive correct. This is a bull** situation for sure, man.’

Montu was confused by the standoff he was dragged into; when the two boys broke into his residence, they appeared ready for battle, but the moment their eyes met, they seemed to halt their attack. The taller boy in black armor was even glaring at him while gritting his teeth loudly. Disappointment in his opponents crept into Montu’s mind; he had even wasted one of his best taunts, yet neither boy attacked.

As he stood there trying to figure out the next move, Cynrik felt something off about his body when he suddenly remembered asking Tobs to hold back all notifications during the fight.

‘Tobs, disregard my previous statement; let all notifications through.’

Instantly, Cynrik and Brance’s heads sounded like a choir of bells as several notifications rapidly appeared.

-You have been affected by the Totem: Stamina Siphon.-

-You have received the Status Effect: Fatigue.-

-Your Stamina will deplete 2 points per second.-

-You have been affected by the Totem: Mana Siphon.-

-You have received the Status Effect: Mana Loss.-

-Your MP will deplete 2 points per second.-

-You have been affected by the Totem: Choking Air.-

-The air within a 5-meter radius is poisonous; as long as you stay within range of the Choking Air Totem, you will lose 2 points of HP per second.

-An unknown Curse is attempting to latch onto you.-

-You have resisted the Curse.-

-An unknown Curse is attempting to latch onto you.-

-You have resisted the Curse.-

-You have gained 1 point in Will Power.-

-An unknown Curse is attempting to latch onto you.-

-You have resisted the Curse.-

HOLY FUCK, BRANCE, TARGET THE FUCKING TOTEMS, MOVE NOW! Cynrik and Brance moved instantly after reading what was happening to their bodies. The loss of essential resources such as HP, MP, and Stamina was too great, and they had already wasted nearly a full minute under these effects. Losing 120 in all three key resources would have been devastating for Gabby and Benny, but luckily, Cynrik and Brance were relatively ok thanks to their robust stats.

Montu watched in shock as the two boys flickered out of sight at speeds they shouldn’t have been able to muster with their meager Tier-1 strength. The change of pace threw him off and cost him dearly. Cynrik and Brance arrived by the two most dangerous Totems, the one for MP and Stamina, and with a single slash of a sword and bash of a shield, they were instantly obliterated into particles.

This bastard primarily relies on spells, curses, and totems; although he has increased physicality thanks to his draconic bloodline, he is relatively weak to physical attacks. Kicking off the ground and going after the last Totem, Cynrik started spilling all the info he had obtained from his observations over the last minute.

His racial traits are a bit strange. Based on the “Chlamy” surname for his race and the loose skin around his neck, we can assume he is of the Chlamydosaurus Kingii genus, making him a Frilled-Dragon Hybrid. Don’t breathe in when close; he’s using a racial ability to emit poison gas.

Brance kept on the move as well, and after hearing about the poison gas, he reacted quickly by firing off two large Stone Spikes obliterating the last two windows in the hut for ventilation purposes.

Montu was furious as he stood in place, conjuring more curses; the two boys moved like ghosts, zipping around the room, destroying his Totems and property. But, to his dismay, every time he fired one of his curses, Sethos would inform him of how his attacks were failing to afflict their targets.

Cynrik made small observations as he moved about hacking and slashing at anything which could be used against him or Brance. Alchemy table, **ASH, bookcase with spell books, **ASH, weird experiment area filled with instruments and coated with goo, **ASH, a bed that looks uber uncomfortable, **ASH. Ok, that last one was just Cynrik being petty. It didn’t matter to him if these items were inconspicuous or appeared harmless; he made it his goal to break everything.

Although it may seem extraordinarily petty and irrelevant, Cynrik had a purpose for doing this. First, the simple fact that Montu didn’t immediately attack them when they entered the hut was proof enough for Cynrik that the being was highly inexperienced in combat. Not only that, but when he saw the name of the Goddess whom Montu was the Legacy Charge of, his brain registered that the being must be from either Ancient Egypt or a different world. Partnering this information with Montu being only at Tier-2 after 20 years allowed Cynrik to judge that either the being had a **ty and unhelpful system, or he came from someplace or time that didn’t have Isekai novels.

Thus, the act of destroying his property was to incite rage and throw him into a blind fury where the inexperienced being would be more likely to slip up, allowing Cynrik or Brance to take advantage and move in for the fatal blow.

Even though there was a HUGE power gap between them and Montu, by taking the initiative to make his mentality waver and the simple fact that his class was meant for support and not actual combat gave Cynrik the push to move into action instead of fleeing the scene.

As Cynrik flitted around the room, breaking everything in sight, Brance set about, causing multiple holes in the building itself; at one point, he even passed under the spot he had come in from and made a sneaky handsign to Gabby, telling her to post up on a different hut.

Gabby, who had been watching the scene from the beginning, biding her time to let loose her nocked arrow, noticed Brance signing at her and took action quickly. Leaping down from the stone hut, she stayed out of sight while sneakily advancing to another building and climbing up. From her vantage point, she could see through the meter-wide holes Brance was making and, after a slight adjustment, was able to see the large orange lizard man wielding a staff of bone.

Back inside the hut, Montu exasperatingly stopped attempting curses and threw caution to the wind.

“Otumasus trousss, maael ranis traipp! Poisstu nalatic twassin vetassku kuulu rooasoi CRAINST!” (Wretched cretins, what have you done! How dare you defile the things I’ve spent years gathering and CREATING.)

Consumed by anger, Montu rushed forward at Cynrik and lashed out horizontally with his staff, but Cynrik was ready; the instant he heard the strange hissy clicks from behind, he slid on the ground just narrowly avoiding the strike that would have bashed his head in. Instead, the spherical head of the staff connected with the wall, and with a loud BANG, it created a large 3-meter wide crater on the stone’s surface where it was momentarily stuck.

Noticing Montu struggling to remove the staff from the wall, Cynrik spun on his back and kicked out at the Shaman’s right calf.

SQUELCH

The armor on fleshy scales made a strange squelching sound, followed by a howl of pain from Montu.

CYNRIK LOOKOUT!

But it was too late; in his sudden attack on Montu’s leg, Cynrik had forgotten a critical piece of information.

Montu sneered, and his long muscular tail slammed into Cynriks chest with a wooshing sound, pinning him to the ground, the impact forcing a mouthful of blood to escape his esophagus.

Fuck…forgot about the tail…**ing dragon people.

Pinned to the ground, Cynrik struggled to breathe, let alone move.

Support class my ass, this…ugh…bastard is a **ing tank in disguise.

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