The First Dragon God-Chapter 50: Fighting The Mutant Creature

The creature towering before Leo was grotesque—a horrifying mockery of what should have been a majestic beast. At first glance, one could mistake it for a mutated gorilla, but as Leo took in its twisted form, he realized there was something far more sinister about it.

The thing standing before him was no mere mutant animal; it was a monster born from the apocalypse.

Standing at an intimidating 9 feet tall, the creature’s frame was a brutal combination of raw muscle and grotesque deformity. Its ashen gray fur clung to its body in patches, the rest of its form covered in hardened black chitin-like armor that gleamed dully in the morning light.

The armor encased its chest, shoulders, and forearms, creating natural plating that looked impervious to most weapons.

The creature’s face was a nightmarish visage of rage and brutality. Its once-ape-like features were twisted beyond recognition—its eyes glowed a furious red, burning with feral intensity. Thick veins pulsed visibly beneath its armored hide, hinting at the raw power coursing through its body.

Its jaw was grotesquely oversized, jutting forward unnaturally. Rows of jagged, shark-like teeth filled its maw, each tooth looking capable of tearing through flesh, bone, or even steel. When the creature bared its teeth, it let out a deep, guttural snarl that reverberated through the air.

But the most terrifying part of the creature’s anatomy was its arms. They were thick as tree trunks, covered in both fur and hardened armor. Each hand ended in massive claws, bone-white and razor-sharp, each claw as long as a human forearm. The sheer size and lethality of those claws left little doubt in Leo’s mind—this creature was a predator, designed to tear its prey apart with brutal efficiency.

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Leo took a slow step backward, his heartbeat steady but his mind racing. This wasn’t like the wolves or the Mutant Boar. This was on another level entirely.

"Okay, this is bad," Leo muttered under his breath, his gaze never leaving the beast.

The ape-like monster snarled again, its glowing eyes locked onto him. Leo could feel the weight of that gaze—it wasn’t just animalistic hunger; it was focused rage, as though the creature recognized him as a threat.

....

Leo gripped Nightshade tightly, his knuckles turning white. His mind raced as he calculated his options.

"Alright, let’s be real," he thought. "I’m probably not strong enough to take this thing down head-on."

He could feel the tension in his muscles, the familiar rush of adrenaline surging through his veins. His instincts screamed at him to run, but he forced himself to stay rooted in place. The creature was blocking the most obvious escape routes, and Leo knew that turning his back on a predator like this would be a death sentence.

Still, Leo wasn’t entirely without a plan. He’d already scoped out the loading dock’s layout and identified several escape points if things went south. [Shadow Steps] would give him an edge in mobility, but he needed to conserve his mana.

"Fight smart, not hard," Leo reminded himself.

...

The creature’s muscles tensed, and Leo recognized the telltale signs of an impending attack. It let out a bone-chilling roar, its jaws opening wide to reveal those razor-sharp teeth.

The sound was deafening, echoing across the empty parking lot.

Without warning, the creature charged forward.

The ground shook under its massive weight, each step leaving deep indentations in the asphalt. It moved with terrifying speed, far faster than something of its size should have been capable of.

Its massive arms swung with brutal force, tearing through the air as it tried to close the distance between them.

Leo barely had time to react. He dove to the side, rolling across the wet ground just as one of the creature’s claws slashed through the spot where he’d been standing. The impact sent chunks of asphalt flying into the air, the ground splitting beneath the creature’s claws like soft clay.

"What the...," Leo hissed as he scrambled to his feet.

The creature didn’t pause. It whirled around, its red eyes locked onto Leo once more. There was no hesitation in its movements—it was a relentless predator, and Leo was its prey.

.....

Leo darted backward, keeping his distance as the beast lunged at him again. This time, he activated [Shadow Steps], slipping into the shadows just as the creature’s claws sliced through the air.

He emerged from the shadows several meters away, crouched behind an abandoned car.

"Okay, it’s fast," Leo muttered, peering over the hood of the car. "Really fast."

The creature let out another snarl, sniffing the air as it searched for him. Its massive chest heaved with each breath, the armor plates rising and falling like shields of living metal.

Suddenly, the beast lunged forward again. Its powerful arms grabbed the car, lifting it effortlessly before hurling it across the parking lot. The vehicle crashed into a nearby lamppost, crumpling like a tin can.

Leo’s heart skipped a beat.

"It can throw cars. Great."

.....

Realizing he couldn’t keep dodging forever, Leo took a deep breath and adjusted his grip on Nightshade. He needed to test the creature’s defenses and figure out if it had any weak points.

As the beast charged again, Leo sprinted toward it, ducking low to avoid its massive claws. He swung Nightshade with all his strength, aiming for the creature’s unprotected leg.

The blade bit deep into the monster’s thigh, cutting through muscle and fur. Black, tar-like blood spurted from the wound, splattering across the ground.

The creature let out a roar of pain, staggering backward. But instead of retreating, it slammed its fist into the ground, creating a shockwave that sent Leo flying backward.

Leo hit the ground hard, the impact knocking the wind out of him. He gasped for air, his vision swimming as he struggled to get back on his feet.

"It’s stronger than I thought," he muttered, wiping blood from his lip.

The beast snarled again, its glowing red eyes burning with even more rage. The wound on its leg was already starting to heal, the black blood coagulating rapidly.

"Oh, come on, Really?" Leo groaned. "It has regeneration too?"

.....

Leo glanced at the wolves circling the perimeter. Fiona growled low, her eyes never leaving the creature. She was waiting for his command.

"Not yet," Leo thought. He couldn’t risk the wolves getting hurt—not against something this powerful.

The beast crouched low, preparing to charge again. Leo took a deep breath, tightening his grip on Nightshade.

"Alright," he whispered to himself. "Time to stop running."

As the creature lunged toward him, Leo charged forward, meeting it head-on.