The Crowned Greed: Transmigrated into a Demonic Dragon-Chapter 152: Michael’s Potential

In the camp, Elizabeth, Mira, and Michael looked at the meal in front of them with wide eyes, saliva dropping from their mouths.

Well, Elizabeth couldn’t see the food, and her eyes were covered with the blindfold, but she could sniff the food.

And the smell was just amazing!

The food in front of them was the southern food that Dante got from the trade convoy alongside some extra sugar for the juice if anyone needed.

"What are you waiting for? Start eating." Dante said, almost as an order, as he took a cup of juice for himself and took a sip.

"Sir, you’re my saviour!" Mira cried while eating the delicious food.

Although they got food in the past days—thanks to Dante—the food wasn’t that delicious.

After all, the only seasoning they had was salt, and the farmer of the camp prioritized food that was full of benefits over delicious food.

"Stop crying and eat silently." Dante hissed, but no one thought that he was truly angry.

While everyone was eating, Dante felt a sudden painful strike of headache.

’Damn! I moved my head the wrong way!’

It was the type of headache that increased at some specific angles. Dante couldn’t understand the logic behind this condition. He was sure that even a first-year medical student couldn’t answer him.

’I wouldn’t have been like this if I didn’t overuse the chaos energy anyway. I can only blame myself.’

Dante sighed and took another sip of his juice.

He was busy with creating chaos in the place in the past month, after all. Well, only for giants, to say the least.

And yes, a month had already passed, and Dante’s dragon bloodline increased by one percent.

Why was he spreading chaos? Because he didn’t want another sudden attack. He wanted to make the giants retreat.

And what was better than making them think that a lunatic user of black magic was hidden in the area?

Not many people knew that there were transmigrators who could use chaos energy safely. The giants would never think that the black magic user was trying to help the camp.

He wanted to make them scared, not kill them. And thankfully, chaos magic was the most disturbing and disgusting magic Dante had ever seen.

It was too disturbing that just a few hours ago, he almost made a man assault another man!

’I wasn’t planning to kill them to begin with. I only wanted the bald giant to either kill his friend or run away.. But I couldn’t just let such a thing happen.’

Dante didn’t really want to kill the giants, as he thought that it wasn’t his problem.

Two kingdoms were fighting each other. Why would he care about that?

Maybe the Holy Kingdom was the victim here, but did that mean all the giants were bad?

No!

Most of them were just following orders because they had no other choice. Their king started a war, and their families would be the real victims if they lost the war.

However, maybe it was because of his childhood trauma, but Dante decided to kill a giant and transform the other into a monster instead of living knowing that he caused two people to have sex against their wills.

And he killed a few others when it was necessary, though Fafnir was who killed the most.

’I feel like a hypocrite...’

Regardless, Dante didn’t care too much about their lives to begin with.

"Umm... sir." All of a sudden, Michael opened his mouth and asked: "H-how good are you when it comes to fighting?"

Dante was confused by his sudden question, and so was Elizabeth and Mira, however Dante just answered honestly: "I’m not really sure. I usually defeat my enemies with some attacks that are different than usual, so I don’t really know if I’m good or not."

Demonic energy, chaos energy, silver ether. They were all things that not many people possessed, and yet Dante could use all of them.

If that wasn’t enough, Dante also had high stats, dragon bloodline, misfortune aspect, and even the Sin of Greed as his relic.

Not to mention his Crown of Existence, which was supposed to have two dormant abilities at least.

His existence was so unique and overpowered. How could he know if he was really good at fighting when the people he had fought were just either significantly stronger or significantly weaker than him?

"Anyway, why are you asking?"

"I..." Michael hesitated for a moment before admitting: "I thought you could teach me something or two... you know. I don’t really like the feeling of being this weak."

Dante raised an eyebrow. He saw this man during a real fight only once, and he was sent flying into the camp with a spear in his stomach.

After that, he kept trying to avoid going back to the battlefield and stayed on the bed.

’What am I supposed to teach this guy? A lesson about how to land away from others?’

Dante sighed: "You are asking the wrong person. I’m younger than you and never received real training. Almost everything I know is self-learning. But don’t give up, I see high potential in you."

"Thank you... I’ll do my best." Michael promised Dante.

"Well, I think I should leave now.’ Dante sighed and stood up. He had already spent a lot of time here.

"See you later!"

"Thank you again."

"Come back with more food please!"

Dante nodded—and ignored the last part—before using his ability.

After a moment, he was replaced by Fafnir, who just accepted his fate and walked toward Elizabeth in surrender.

Michael looked at Elizabeth and Fafnir with a heavy heart.

He had the determination to grow stronger, but he didn’t know how. What was he supposed to do as a start? Some pushups wouldn’t make a big difference now.

’Maybe after this war, I’ll have enough resources to grow stronger and reach the peak of Rank 2!’ Michael’s eyes gleamed with hope.

However, what Michael didn’t know was that Dante didn’t say a single lie while talking to him.

Or to be specific, when he said "I see high potential in you" that wasn’t a lie.

Michael had high Potential Luck.