RE: My Dragon Girlfriend In The Dragonic Apocalypse

--AN) gonna go sleep for ten hours now---

"Hahaha!" Blake was laughing hard. Blood dripped from his lips and nose. His eyes were almost swollen shut. He had not used magic once. He was just enjoying the moment. He stood there looking at his doppelganger and sighed. "All good things must end," Blake stated as he healed himself up. "So shall we see who will really die?"

"Wouldn't have it any other way." The other him replied with a smile. He also healed himself.

"Then…" Blake walked over and picked up his sword, and then with a flash, appeared in front of the other him who was not expecting such an action. "Always remember to defeat yourself, you must do things you normally would never do. Now then…"

*Splash!*

Blood squirted into the air as Blake beheaded the other him. He was someone who had seen enough media on such topics to understand how a doppelganger worked. He just wanted to have some fun since he knew this was his only chance to really fight himself.

"You are a strange one." The voice from before returned.

"Of course, but I still do not understand what this has to do with evolution." Blake did not see why fighting one's self would mean anything.

"For you, this is indeed meaningless. That is why I will give you one more trial. This time…. Find your true form." The voice faded as it spoke the last words.

Blake stood there somewhat confused until the dark abyss around him suddenly changed. But he did not find himself in a forest or Destiny City, but standing in his old apartment that should have long been destroyed. He would think everything else was just a dream if it was not for his current body still being the same. It was just that.... "Hmmm? My magic is sealed?" Blake frowned slightly. It seemed whoever the voice was, the one in charge of the whole evolution thing, was making this trial as hard as it could on him.

Scratching his head, Blake looked around his room with a bit of nostalgia before walking over to the bed and lying down. "No sense in rushing things. The voice said for me to find my true form. Whatever that means… As far as I know, my bloody transformation is considered my true form, and this is my humanoid form. But to me, this is my true form, while that is kind of a power up form, like one of those super Saiyans. If I can get a stronger form, I wouldn't mind that. This way, when I am fighting someone, I can say: Now try my final form!"

Blake chuckled to himself as he sat up. He had not acted like this in a while. Sadly his walk down memory lane was quickly interrupted by a loud banging on his door. "Hey, shithead! I know you are in there. Open the fucking door before I kill you!"

Blake knew this voice well. "What the fuck is Dylan morgan doing here." Blake got up and lazily dug his ear before walking to the door. It was only now he realized just how tall he was now. Before the apocalypse, there was no way for him to be able to look down on Dylan. But now….

"What do you want, shit stick?" Blake asked in an indifferent tone.

"You shit head you dar…. What the fuck!?" Dylan raised his head to look up at Blake, who was about a foot taller than him, in shock. He could not see Blake's other bodily features, but he could tell the person in front of him was strong! "Who!? Who are you!?"

"Huh? Little shit, you can't recognize the person you have always tormented?" Blake asked as he reached out and grabbed Dylan by the head, and lifted him off the ground, causing fear to sink in.

"I…. I made a mistake! Let me go! I will give you money!" Dylan cried out. He only cared about getting released before he was embarrassed by getting beaten by the same person he had walked all over. As long as Blake released him, he could find some people to help take the bastard down.

"Huh?" Blake sighed as he looked at the idiot in front of him. "Do you think I am stupid enough to let you go? I can still beat you up and take your money now. Why do I need you to give it to me? How about this…." Blake thought of a wonderful idea. "I will hold you out over the balcony railing and let you go. If you can land on your feet, you do not need to worry about anything and can run away and try to get even with me, or you will die, and I will be free from having to deal with idiot people like you. "

At this point, Dylan was scared to the point that his bladder let go. He was used to being king, not the other way around. When Blake smelt the scent of urine, his brow furrowed as he looked down to see the man he was holding, crotch soaked. "Really? After all the shit you put me through, you piss yourself over a small threat!?"

Blake couldn't be bothered anymore. He has dealt with so many idiots that he couldn't care less about this one. He didn't even want the man's money. He waved his arm a bit before throwing the idiot down the hall. Dylan's body flew at an incredible speed before crashing into a wall. As for Blake, he did not even spare him a second glance. He already killed the idiot once.

"Now then!" Blake stretched and stepped over the puddle before walking down the hall. He did not know exactly what he was looking for, but he felt maybe if he went about his daily life as normal, it would eventually take care of itself. If not, he would just start destroying things until whatever form he was looking for appeared. With no clues as to what he was searching for, Blake could only try to come up with ways to try to pass the trial.