I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 806: Spy Problem

While Eccar and the party were exploring the forest, shadowed by mysterious creatures lurking from the depths of the trees, Erend and his family had just finished breakfast.

Once they were done eating, Erend got into his car and drove Arty to her school. After a brief farewell, he headed straight to the military base. It was time for him to return to work like before.

As he walked through the yard and down the base corridors, Erend immediately noticed the cold stares from his fellow soldiers. He could only sigh. After all, it was his fault. He had been absent from duty for days, while everyone else had been working hard without pause. He couldn't really blame them for being upset.

Fortunately, General Lennard himself had granted him leniency. No one quite understood why the general gave such special treatment to a soldier who didn't hold a high rank—but they didn't question the general directly either.

Erend knocked on the door and heard the deep voice from inside.

"Come in."

So he entered, gave a salute to the general, and sat in the chair in front of him once the general gave permission.

"How are you, Lieutenant Drake?" General Lennard asked with a small smile, one that made it clear he wasn't going to scold Erend today.

Seeing that, Erend felt at least a little relieved.

"I'm doing well, sir. And you?" Erend replied.

General Lennard let out a long sigh. "I've been quite busy. The Vice President's been even busier. We're entering a dangerous phase after that incident."

Erend nodded in understanding.

That incident... when a god from the Chaos Realm suddenly entered this world, took over the body of the country's president, Julius, and caused massive chaos.

He, Billy, Adrien, and three Elves who aided them—Aurdis, Aerchon, and Saeldir—had joined forces and brought that Chaos God down. The battle was intense and of course left a huge mess behind.

Luckily, they succeeded in placing the Magical pillars that would prevent the Chaos Gods from entering again.

But they couldn't tell the other nations the truth—it would sound completely insane. So General Lennard and the rest of the government told everyone it had been some kind of terrorist attack.

Fortunately, other countries didn't take the chance to invade. Some even offered aid.

Since then, things hadn't been stable. According to intel from Billy and Adrien, other nations had been trying to uncover the truth behind that unnatural chaos. Some spies had already been caught by the military.

Perhaps that's why General Lennard wanted Erend back on duty as soon as possible.

"I'm sorry to hear that, General. You must've had your hands full. And I'm also sorry for neglecting my duties and… disappearing into another world," Erend said, his tone heavy, face filled with guilt.

"Don't dwell on it too much," the general replied. "I know you've been solving problems far beyond what I can comprehend."

"But Erend, our nation's security is fragile right now. You've heard the news from Brook and Boartusk, haven't you?"

Erend nodded.

"Good. That's how things stand. We can't let anyone discover our secret."

Erend frowned slightly and looked at the general. "Are you... running new experiments again, sir?"

"No." General Lennard shook his head, weariness in his expression. "After everything that's happened, I won't go down that path again. That… Magic power... it's not something we should ever try to grasp."

Relief washed over Erend. At least the one thing he feared hadn't happened.

"But other nations won't think the same way," General Lennard continued. "They've probably uncovered bits and pieces of our experiments with Magic—and now they want to dig deeper. If they learn too much, they'll try the same experiments we did. And if that happens… another disaster is inevitable."

Erend nodded firmly.

"That's why we have to stop them."

"What do you want me to do, sir?" Erend asked.

"I've formed a special task force to catch those spies. I want you to join it."

Erend looked at the general with a questioning gaze.

"I wasn't trained to investigate spies. Isn't that the job of, you know… intelligence agencies?" he asked. .

"Yes," General Lennard replied, his tone sharp but not unkind. "But they're not moving fast enough. I need you, Boartusk, and Billy. With your Magic power, you can track them down faster. Right?"

Erend blinked. It was true that at this point, both Billy and Adrien could use Magic after spending so much time with him. But the truth was, none of them had detection Magic. Most of their spells were combat-based—useful in a fight, not for finding people who didn't want to be found.

Still, if that was the mission, maybe they could ask Aurdis or Saeldir for help. Both Elves had a much wider range of Magical knowledge. If anyone knew a way to use the Magic power to detect signatures or track through arcane means, it would be them.

After a short pause, Erend gave a small nod. "Alright. I'll join."

After receiving the answer he wanted from Erend, General Lennard smiled widely—like it was the best news he'd heard in a long time.

The tension that usually marked his features seemed to ease. To him, with Erend and his companions' strange yet powerful abilities, this spy issue wouldn't stay a problem for long.

"This is great," the general said, standing up slightly straighter. "Go meet the rest of the task force in the meeting room after lunch. They'll fill you in."

"Got it," Erend replied with a nod.

"You're dismissed."

Erend left the office and made his way down the corridor toward the lockers.

As he walked, he let his thoughts wander. Tracking spies might not be that difficult after he got a detection spell from Aurdis or Saeldir. He'd ask them tonight, maybe. That part seemed manageable.

What bothered him more was the Main Quest the system had given him thatt is to Investigate the awakened Forest God. That wasn't something he could do half-prepared.

If they really were starting to encounter beings like that… then he'd need to get stronger, much stronger. A trip to the Dungeon World was starting to feel less like an option and more like a necessity again.

But that would come later. For now, job first.

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Mark walked briskly at the front of the group, his steps silent but purposeful. His senses were sharpened to the limit, his eyes constantly scanning the dense forest, his ears tuned to every rustle, chirp, and shifting breeze.

Outwardly, he appeared calm, composed and focused, but deep inside, tension coiled tightly in his chest. This might be one of the most exhausting journeys he'd ever taken, not because of the distance but because he had to stay vigilant with every single step.

Right now, he was acting as the scout, moving ahead of the group. The rest of the party, including Eccar, was still behind, making steady progress.

Even though Mark wasn't officially a ranger, his honed instincts and his arsenal of Magic spells made him more than capable of filling that role when needed.

They were nearly through the thick of the forest, just a bit farther, and they'd reach the main road again.

Mark had decided earlier to cut through the woods instead of following the winding road, hoping to save time on the journey. But after last night's unsettling encounter with those silent, shadowy creatures, he couldn't help but wonder if that shortcut had been a mistake.

Still, what's done was done. There was no point dwelling on it now.

"So far, no danger," he thought, eyes narrowing slightly as he glanced around. "The forest feels… normal again."

And it did. The eerie stillness from the night before was gone. The forest had come alive once more with the sound of birds, the distant scurry of small animals, and the soft whispers of the wind through the trees.

But even with that reassuring ambiance, Mark refused to lower his guard. Normal or not, he knew better than to trust the calm. .

After a few more minutes of walking, Mark's nose twitched as a sharp, metallic scent pierced the air, blood.

He froze, instincts kicking in. His eyes scanned ahead and caught something through the shifting leaves and shafts of morning light. A large shape lay motionless in the underbrush.

Mark stepped forward slowly, the scent growing stronger. Then he heard it—the sickening, wet sound of a blade slicing through flesh and cracking bone.

Without hesitation, he drew his sword.

He crept closer, crouching low behind a gnarled root as he approached the source of the noise. Then he saw it clearly.

A large deer, its body torn open, lay sprawled on the forest floor. Blood pooled beneath it, staining the soil dark red. Kneeling over the carcass were two women—tribeswomen, by the looks of them—dressed in clothing stitched from leaves, bark, and animal skins.

But what made Mark's grip tighten on his sword wasn't just their presence. It was what they were doing.

The women were chanting in a strange rhythm, their voices low and rhythmic like a ritual. Their hands moved mechanically, hacking at the deer with bone knives, and all the while they smeared its blood across their arms, faces, and bare stomachs as though in trance.

Their eyes were distant, glazed and unblinking.

Mark had seen forest tribes before. He wasn't unfamiliar with their customs. But this… this was different. There was something unnatural in the air, something wrong in the way their chants echoed in the trees.

He narrowed his eyes, heart pounding. Something was off—and he didn't like it.

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