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incredible!”
    Everyone’s eyes become
harder as they stare at me intently, waiting for my response.
    Clearing my throat and
deliberately extending the silence by not saying anything, I gratifyingly watch
everyone becoming more and more impatient. Eventually, when everyone seems
unable to hold back anymore, I explain.
    “Well, the race itself is
called ‘Eternal Draconian’. All my stats are increased by ten percent. The
draconic scales give me a twenty percent defense boost and have an effect
similar to a shield. I gain twenty percent more experience than normal and I’m
completely immune to illusion magic.
    “This transformation is my
racial skill, ‘Partial Draconic Transformation’. It increases my strength by
thirty points and triples my defense. I can’t wield any weapons, but my damage
is equivalent to my total strength. I move twenty percent faster and am immune
to fire and poison. There is no mana or stamina cost, but it can only be used
once per real life day and disappears after just fifteen minutes.”
    Everyone listlessly stares
at me for some time before they speak almost in unison, “That’s completely
broken!!”
    “What? What do you mean?”
    Mason, the first to
recover from shock and disbelief, explains the issue. “Lost, all races are
supposed to be relatively equal to the original Human race. Some aspects are
amplified, while others are reduced. Your race, the ‘Eternal Draconian’ as you
called it, has none of these balancing reductions. Adding on top of that, your
bonuses are far beyond what others have; the only possible conclusion is that
your race is unfair.”
    Not knowing how to reply,
I absentmindedly scratch my jaw. All of a sudden, Fen, who is standing beside
me, whips her head around and looks at a nearby ridge.
    “What is it, Fen?” I ask,
confused because she has never shown interest in others.
    “There was… someone.”
    Unfurling my wings and
nearly hitting Fen, who moved to the side just in the nick of time, I flap them
several times and climb fifty feet into the air. This is the apparent limit of
how high I can fly, but it is enough of a vantage point to see all the way back
to the city and beyond the plains to the forest on the other side.
    Despite searching the
area, I can’t see any other players nearby. I glide through the surrounding
area to see if anyone is hiding behind one of the cliffs, but still don’t find
anyone. With the only possibilities being that they either used an expensive
teleportation scroll, or more likely just logged off, I eventually give up the
search.
    Returning back to the
party, I sullenly tell them that whoever it was is gone. I feel nervous knowing
that whoever it was, they heard me talking about my unique race. If the
knowledge is posted on the internet, it will be the ‘Royal Summer Tournament’
all over again.
    Continuing northeast, we
gradually move through the rugged plain toward the forest. Night falls before
we reach the forest, and while it is still possible to continue travelling, we
decide to camp for the night.
    We never used to use tents
as they take time to set up, but with more people we can afford to have two or
three of us set them up while the rest do other chores. Mason proceeds with his
usual duty of collecting firewood and starting a fire while I begin to prepare
our evening meal. Everybody flees from my potions, yet they flock to my food. I
secretly think about trying the effects of mixing one of my potions with my
food to spite them, but decide that would be petty and restrain myself.
    The season in this realm
is spring, so I plan to cook something refreshing. In the pot of boiling water,
I drop some birds that are freshly hunted, plucked, and skinned by Mason. As
they cook, the fat melts off them and seeps into the water. I wait until all
the fat has melted off before picking them out, stripping the meat from the
bones, and placing it back in the pot while disposing of the carcasses.
    Pulling several