Dragon's Awakening: The Duke's Son Is Changing The Plot-Chapter 126 - 125 - The shock from the codger.

"AAAAAAAARGH—WHY IS HE USING A CHAIR?!"

"STOP AIMING FOR MY KNEECAPS, SIR!!! THAT’S WHERE I WALK FROM!"

"Ugh..." Jake groaned from the corner, his shirt torn, eyebrow twitching like he’d been emotionally waterboarded. "Again...? I just healed from yesterday..."

Outside the Vaise Mansion, in the training field, chaos reigned.

Crisaius stood on top of a tree stump with a broken broomstick in one hand and an upside-down chair in the other, grinning like a man who mistook torture for cardio. His robe flapped dramatically even though there was no wind.

"TRAINING IS LOVE!" he bellowed. "AND LOVE HURTS!"

"RAVEN, YOU BACKSTABBING LITTLE—" Alex screamed, rolling behind a rock as Crisaius chucked the chair like it was a dodgeball. "THIS IS ILLEGAL! THIS IS A CRIME!"

Rufus, ducking behind a log, whimpered. "I didn’t say anything, Raven! You’re amazing! This isn’t your fault! I’m just... unlucky. That’s it. This is karma for something I did in a past life. I must’ve kicked a baby deer or something..."

Alex crawled toward him. "SHUT UP AND HELP ME TIE HIM UP!"

Jake didn’t move. He just sighed, muttering, "...If I survive this, I better get something. I can’t be going through something like this without getting something out of it."

It was the longest sentence he had ever said, but no one was there to hear it.

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Meanwhile, inside the house, Raven lay comfortably on his bed, a cup of tea floating gently beside him thanks to wind magic, and a squirrel fanning him lazily with a leaf.

He gave the occasional glance toward the open window, through which muffled screaming and wooden chair violence echoed faintly.

He sighed contentedly. "My condolences."

The squirrel nodded in solemn agreement, placing a tiny paw over its chest.

Raven stretched lazily.

This was fine.

All was according to plan.

Crisaius was currently "training" them, which, in reality, translated to psychological warfare, explosive cardio, and unsolicited poetry slams during sparring.

It was working—well, kind of. Eventually. Maybe.

But Raven wanted something more. Something quicker.

"Alright," he muttered, his eyes sharpening. "Let’s get to work."

With that thought, he opened his system interface, tapping into the Trade Channel—a special function connected to the divine realm, where gods could drop items, offers, or insults depending on their mood.

Unsurprisingly—

[You have 3 unread chats.]

[Grandpa_Hot_Pot: 5 messages.]

[Smoke_Trader: 4 messages.]

[Windy_Wishbone: 10 messages.]

For a while, Raven stared at the interface.

Two of them were normal. He didn’t even care about them since not replying to them wouldn’t cause any problems.

But one of them was something he couldn’t ignore.

With a flick, he opened the message from Grandpa_Hot_Pot, the moodiest, most powerful, and most unstable of the trio.

He was meant to talk to him every day, but life got in the way so he missed the talk yesterday.

Yet, despite that, there were only five messages from the Codger.

As he opened the chat, he prayed things wouldn’t go like last time when Grandpa got angry because he couldn’t reply to him for a day.

The first thing Raven saw was two deleted messages.

Grandpa had deleted them, and they were yesterday’s messages.

’Fuck...’

Holding his breath, Raven looked at the recent messages.

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Grandpa_Hot_Pot:

I deleted the messages because I felt annoyed that you didn’t reply.

This is the second time I’ve been ignored by you.

Minions don’t ignore their bosses. That’s called a rebellion. Shall I smite you with romantic backstories?

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Raven paled. "No. Not the backstories."

Seeing that the codger was still online, he quickly came up with a response that would work best to appease this old man, maybe even make him happy.

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Raven:

Please don’t get angry.

I didn’t mean to ignore your messages; I just couldn’t come online.

It was an emergency.

My disciple was... trying to fall in love.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

There was a pause.

Then, the reply came.

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Grandpa_Hot_Pot:

...And?

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Grinning as he saw Grandpa getting interested, he continued like a righteous love hater.

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Raven:

So, naturally, I had to intervene.

I took him around the world and saw the evil nature of women.

I couldn’t let my innocent disciple fall into the trap of love. It is but an illusion.

As you have taught me, I corrected his path, and now, I don’t think he would ever go down that path again.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

There was a pause. Again.

This time, it was long, making Raven question every word he just typed.

’Maybe I was a bit too hasty?’

’Should I have said something else?’

But then—

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Grandpa_Hot_Pot:

That was the right thing to do.

As you have followed my teaching and started spreading it among others, I am feeling proud, so here’s a little gift for you.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

’Gift?’ Raven raised a brow, wondering what the codger was going to give him.

’Just don’t be some smelly divine underwear—’

The next second—

[You have received a gift.]

[Gift from Grandpa_Hot_Pot: 100,000 plot points.]

Raven froze as he looked at that notification.

He blinked.

Then he blinked again before sitting up straight, causing the squirrel to stumble.

"WHAT?!" His eyes were wide and his mind blank.

[New system notification: You have crossed the 100,000-point barrier.]

[Plot Point Balance: 130,919.]

[New Feature Available: Random Voucher.]

[New Feature Available: Divine Trade Auctions.]

[New Feature Available: Talk To Me.]

Those notifications passed through his eyes, but Raven couldn’t even register them.

Raven was staring at the 130,000 balance as if it had personally proposed to him.

His brain crashed.

His heart rebooted.

Somewhere in the divine clouds, a squirrel sneezed.

"...Did I get hacked?" Raven whispered.

He stared at his palm, and then—

—He slapped his cheek.

Slap-Crack!

Too hard.

His neck tilted sideways like a broken action figure.

It healed instantly, but he felt it.

It hurt. It was real.

The codger, however, found his silence strange.

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Grandpa_Hot_Pot:

Hmm? You’re very quiet.

Was that too little?

I think this much is considered a good amount by minor gods like you...

Do you want more?

Or did you faint from excitement?

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Raven was broken out of his brain-dead state by those notifications, as greed flashed through his eyes.

’More plot points?’

He already had 130,000 plot points, but wouldn’t it be better if he could get more?

But the next second, he steadied his thoughts.

’No. Let’s not be greedy. I got these 100,000 even though I didn’t beg for it. So, I will let it be for now.’

Then, he quickly replied to Grandpa.

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Raven:

NO! NO! Absolutely not! This is more than generous! I just... wasn’t expecting it! I thought I was dreaming!

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

The reply came instantly.

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Grandpa_Hot_Pot:

Oh. Good.

I just checked, and it seems like this amount is a lot for a minor god. No wonder I couldn’t send you more than these few 100,000 scraps.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

"What?" Raven stared at the messages.

’Scraps? 100,000 is scrap for him?!’

He couldn’t believe how rich this codger was, but there was another thing he noticed.

If he had asked for more plot points, then by now, he would’ve been branded as a greedy guy by the codger.

After all, he could ask other minor gods whether this amount was high for them, and those gods wouldn’t lie.

He could’ve lost his divine sugar daddy if he had surrendered to his greed.

No matter how rich his sugar daddy was, he couldn’t be greedy.

But before Raven could recover—

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Grandpa_Hot_Pot:

Anyway, I liked how you followed my teaching. It felt nostalgic as I, too, have saved many men from marriage. I even burned down the whole love pantheon to prove my point.

Love is the devil’s vending machine. It only eats your money and gives you regret.

You’re doing great. Keep traumatizing your disciple. Love that.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

As he stared at those words, Raven didn’t know what to say.

What would the codger do if he knew that a while ago, Raven was asking for harem-management advice from Crisaius?

In the end, he sighed, staring at the plot points again, only to take a deep breath.

It wasn’t because he was overwhelmed by gratitude.

But because he had just become wealthy.

God-tier wealthy.

130,919 Plot Points.

It was something even minor gods considered a lot, according to Grandpa’s words.

With this many plot points, Raven wondered whether he would need to sell those divine artifacts he had received from Grandpa as planned.

He probably wouldn’t.

He slowly stood up, walked to the mirror, and stared at himself.

"...I’m not dreaming, right?"

In the background, Alex screamed again.

"SIR!!!!!! THAT’S NOT A TRAINING STICK, THAT’S A TREE TRUNK!"

Raven turned back to his bed, sat down, and looked at the screen again.

"...Should I start the next phase of my plans?"

He flopped back onto the bed, limbs sprawled like he’d just been blessed and mugged simultaneously.

The squirrel straightened as he started fanning him again.

Just then, another message popped up.

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Grandpa_Hot_Pot:

Now, I know you already know this, but if any girl ever proposes to you, I expect you to send them a thank-you scroll. Signed. In blood. With glitter.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Raven muttered, "He scares me more than demons."

But a smile crept up on his face.

His teammates’ slow-burn training was going on.

He also had a divine sugar daddy who could help him if he asked nicely.

He may not have assassins, trade routes, or merchant guilds under his thumb like his siblings...

But he had something they didn’t.

Plot points.

Raven cracked his knuckles.

"Let’s give my team the upgrade they deserve..."

Then he flinched as a loud crash echoed outside.

Followed by Rufus howling, "HE THREW A BARREL OF BEES AT ME—WHY ARE THERE EVEN BEES?!"

Raven sighed.

"...After they finish surviving."

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