Dragon Game: All My Dragons Are Ranked 'SSS'

Their stats appeared in front of them now.

Drahon watched as runes, ones only he could see, came to life in front of him:

• Level: 3

• Class: Golden Dragon

•Race: Half-Dragon

• EXP: 1026 / 2000 [+308]

• HP: 160 / 170 [+20]

• Dragon Bond Slots: 2 / 5

• Summons: None

• Draconic Essence: 394 / 1000 [+76]

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Stats

• Strength: 89 [+7]

• Agility: 79 [+7]

• Endurance: 65 [+6]

• Intelligence: 70 [+6]

• Willpower: 82 [+6]

• Charisma: 62 [+6]

• Luck: 22

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Dragon Codex

• Status: Active

• Progress: 2 / ???

• Bonded Dragons:

– SSS: Fire Dragon

– SSS: Barbarian Dragon

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Skills

• Draconic Blade – Active – Tier: A

• Scaled Guard – Passive – Tier: A

• Draconic Leap – Active – Tier: A

• Draconic Sense – Passive – Tier: A

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Abilities

• Half Dragon Form

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Inventory

• Golden Iron Sword (SSS)

• Draconic Shield (S)

• Draconic Potion

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Drahon stared at his core screen, blank-faced and blinking.

"So after all that?" he muttered. "+7?"

A pause. His expression tightened as he scrolled through the stat logs again, looking for a missed multiplier or hidden bonus.

Nothing.

He exhaled heavily.

Sometimes, it genuinely felt like the system handed him stats the way a lazy teacher graded essays, just marking based on vibes.

He remembered getting +11 to +14 fighting low-level monsters back in early zones. Back when enemies didn't scream like tortured banshees or throw molten spears through the sky.

But now? After slicing through twenty-plus draconic goblins, summoning multiple dragons, and nearly coughing up a lung mid-air? The system was giving him +6?

"It's just making stuff up at this point," he said under his breath.

Still, he tapped to check on his dragons, it had been a while.

[Dragon Profile:]

• Name: Roarn

• Type: Fire Dragon

• Rank: SSS (Mythical Tier)

• Level: 1

• Age: Primordial

• Core Element: Infernal Flame

• Size: Large

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Stats

• Strength: 90 [+5]

• Agility: 64 [+4]

• Endurance: 92 [+2]

• Fire Resistance: 100%

• Other Elemental Resistance: Low

• Bond Loyalty: 82% (increased)

• Evolution Potential: High

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"Still level one," Drahon muttered. "Guess it's not about quantity, but essence quality?"

He flicked to the next.

[Dragon Profile:]

• Name: Savage

• Type: Barbarian Dragon

• Rank: SSS (Mythical Tier)

• Level: 1

• Age: Primordial

• Core Element: Warfire (a brutal blend of fire and raw might)

• Size: Large

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Stats

• Strength: 99 [+4]

• Agility: 61 [+6]

• Endurance: 102 [+2]

• Fire Resistance: 100%

• Other Elemental Resistance: Medium

• Bond Loyalty: 67% (increased)

• Evolution Potential: Extremely High

"Still level one too?…" Drahon scratched his jaw. "We're either overpowered… or grossly under-levelled for what we're fighting."

"Done staring at glowing numbers?" Devon asked behind him, his arms crossed, eyes lazily squinting against the sky.

Drahon chuckled. "Yeah I guess."

"To be honest," Devon said, scratching the back of his head, "I kinda hate this stats stuff."

"Why? It's not that bad."

"I dunno… math trauma, I guess."

Drahon snorted.

"I mean it," Devon said. "Back in school, I hated everything with numbers. Like, you give me a pie chart and my brain wouldn't comprehend."

Ayvira had been quietly glancing over her own interface, but the moment Devon spoke, she glanced up and smirked.

Drahon grinned. "So what about algebra?"

"Alge-what?" Devon raised an eyebrow, dead serious. "I was lost the moment they said 'find x'. I was like, 'Ma'm, it left for a reason, let it go.'"

Ayvira chuckled, trying to suppress it, but failed. Drahon burst out laughing next.

"No but seriously," Devon went on, warming up to the bit. "Math was bad, but English made me want to scream. Prepositions, clauses, subject-verb agreement... I had more arguments with my essays than with people."

"I loved English," Ayvira said suddenly, surprising them both.

"Of course you did," Devon said. "You look like the type that loved writing 'The Importance of Sanitation' in five paragraphs."

That made Ayvira snort-laugh loud enough to surprise even herself. "I did write that!"

"See?!" Devon pointed, proud of his deduction. "And then they gave us French. FRIGGIN' FRENCH?! When I hadn't even figured out English yet?!"

The laughter this time came from all three of them. Loud, long, and surprising. Should they really be laughing?

In a world as grim at this?

But then, that was one of Drahon's aim entering the Dragon game, perhaps you'd say it was his main aim.

He always wanted to make friends. People who were like him, who wouldn't laugh at him because of his horns and right now, that seemed to be what he was doing.

Drahon wiped a tear. "You've got trauma."

"I survived school," Devon said solemnly. "Barely passed. Got Cs and Ds. I only liked art."

"You draw?"

"Yeah." Devon's tone dipped. "Used to. Sketching, painting… dragons mostly."

Drahon turned to him, surprised. "Seriously?"

Devon nodded once. "But it didn't last. My parents used to fight a lot. One time, they destroyed my whole sketchbook mid-argument. After that… I kinda stopped."

Ayvira went silent, her smile fading gently.

Drahon stepped forward and clapped a hand lightly on Devon's shoulder. "At least you saw your parents. I never knew mine."

Devon blinked, hesitated for about a second, then burst out laughing.

"Aha, what the hell, man?"

Drahon started laughing too. Ayvira gave them both an exasperated look… then gave up and laughed along with them.

It didn't make sense to laugh over these things, not really...

Something as traumatic as this needed words like:

'Sorry man.'

'Damn, that's sad...., or take heart.'

But instead of those words, the players were laughing, seemingly like they were making fun of him.

But that wasn't the case.

It had been long Drahon laughed this heartily. It wasn't like he didn't laugh back at the orphanage but that was derived while reading.

Like a funny line would make him crack up and laugh.

Ayvira too didn't laugh much her life and this was sort of the first time she was doing so in a long time.

But maybe it wasn't about logic. Maybe it was about just being happy. About finding slivers of light in places long covered by ash.

They had burned monsters. They had made their dragons roar out like a turbine.

Now, they laughed like idiots.

And maybe, in this broken, code-based world, that was enough.

And Devon, who hadn't laughed in years (perhaps in his whole life), finally did.