As Mot, the dragon, humbled by the overpowering presence of the Khaos entity, sought to secure his continued existence, the entity turned to face the dragon. In response to Mot's plea, the Khaos entity offered an unexpected and somewhat peculiar resolution.
"Since you dare challenge the house, you should have been prepared to serve its existence, for those who pass the right to live become Familia. Mot, your title has now risen to the count of death and from now onwards will be the master's pet."
Meanwhile, back in Maroneia, Nyx, having been occupied, was now relaxing by the beach, enjoying a refreshing long island. Nyx thought to herself, "That's strange; I can't seem to sense Mot's contract." I thought he'd stick around for at least a year. Well, Gaia seems fine, so he must have just got her mad.' She shrugged.
At the same time, on Kyn's left hand, a tattoo of a dragon's silhouette materialised around his forearm. These changes meant that Mot, the once-proud dragon, was now to be considered a true pet, obligated to follow the entity's commands. The dragon had unwittingly found himself in a rather humorous and unexpected situation, transitioning from a majestic, independent creature to someone else's obedient pet, all because of his affinity for treats, never mind the fact that the master was a human.
With a heavy heart and a sense of resignation, Mot, the once-mighty dragon, found himself in the surreal position of being beholden to the whims of the Khaos entity. He had been transformed from a symbol of power and independence into a compliant and obedient pet. As he considered the implications of this new role, he couldn't help but reflect on the chain of events that had brought him to this point. When Nyx summoned him to protect Kyn, she probably had no idea that the Khaos entity existed or what his intentions were. Mot couldn't help but question if she had tricked him into a situation far beyond his initial agreement.
"Nyya-ACHOO!!!" Nyx sneezed out loud.
Kyn, still in a state of bewilderment as the Khaos entity asserted control over the once-mighty dragon, watched with wide-eyed amazement. The entity, with an air of nonchalance, turned to him.
The chaotic entity said, "As the master of the house, the house wishes you to grow stronger, so starting today it will be training day every day..." and then teleported to a fully furnished but deserted gym room. The only strange item in the space was a large polished mahogany desk. A huge stack of comics is on its left side. The shadowy figure, now dressed in sneakers and a tracksuit, walked around the desk and sat behind it, taking out a comic with a bald man on the cover.
The entity called forth an energy drink and said, "The dragon shall be your partner. So starting today, 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10 km run—every single day for a year and a half for the sparring final session...
Hold on! A firm hand tapped his shoulder as he was about to finish saying, "He is a dragon." Behind him, a 7-foot-tall Black man with a full baki-hama build stood wearing matching trainers.
"Hehehe!" Mot declared, "Time for some training, partner," as if he were content with his new position.
Kyn's training regimen under the watchful eye of Mot, his newfound dragon sparring partner, quickly transformed into a comical ordeal. With a devilish grin, Mot seemed to revel in Kyn's physical suffering, and his enjoyment was evident in the way he couldn't stop smiling.
The master had transformed into a slave, subjecting Kyn to a routine of increasingly absurd exercises. It started with 100 push-ups, which, on their own, were quite demanding. But then came 100 sit-ups, followed by 100 squats. As if that weren't enough, Mot insisted on the gruelling 10-kilometre run. All of this occurred under the dragon's watchful and amused gaze.
Kyn's face contorted into an array of hilarious expressions as he struggled through the ordeal. He groaned, grumbled, and occasionally pleaded for mercy, but Mot simply smiled wider, clearly taking immense delight in Kyn's predicament. As Kyn huffed and puffed his way through this bizarre training, he couldn't help but wonder how he had ended up in this outlandish situation and what kind of unconventional world he had entered.
AAAAAAAHHHHHH
After a hell-thy dose of exercise, Kyn was flat out stretched on the gym floor. Observing the disparity in strength between the two, the dark entity considered Kyn's previous worries. With a simple gesture, it summoned Kyn's hunter gear and initiated a gear upgrade. In a flash of energy, all of Kyn's equipment underwent a miraculous transformation, vaulting from FF-rank to SS-rank, bringing his arsenal to a level that matched the dragon's overwhelming might.
"Now that you are done with the full body workout," the entity-nim said, "it's time for some sparring sessions; time hia flows different." He said materialising a mid-sized ring in the middle of the training grounds.
Kyn's initial feelings of shock and anxiety gave way to a mix of excitement and trepidation. He looked at the now supercharged gear in awe, realising that he might have a fighting chance against his sparring partner.
The situation had taken a hilariously unexpected turn, and he could finally exact his revenge on Mot, "Well, this just got a whole lot more interesting!"
Mot, who appeared unconcerned about the change in odds, smiled instead of expressing any concern. A smile that appeared to be reserved for this particular session.
THUD!!! The sound of Kyn's failure echoed through the room; he was in his eighth round of consecutive KO.
"That should be enough for the day," the entity said as it waved its hand, healing Kyn completely. "Now, every day beginning today, your celestial body will be summoned to this plane for training." Until you are of good strength, this shall be your sleep. Other than that time to wake up."
PAAAH!!! came the slap.