The Foreigner on the Periphery

The priest of the Ellahu-Praga Church felt moved. The most beautiful light in the universe flowed in waves before him. It was a torrent that sublimely washed the soul. Everything he could see was of fresh blood. A substance called by unbelievers by the false name of talent. Evidence of the gods served by the denomination filled the room. This overwhelming sight was a scene he had seen several times after he was baptized, but every time he came here, he felt a thrill that never faded. 

It was impossible because he was in a spirit state right now, but when he ended his exodus and returned to his body, he would soon burst into hot tears. Excited, as he and his fellow priests always did. They were blessed with fullness. 

‘Beautiful.’ The priest was now in the place where the denomination took its name. The place where the first races inhabited. Ellahu-Praga. 

‘Desire.’

The priest moved his spirit body as if possessed. He tried to reach out his hand towards a feast of distant colors. However, that was not going to happen. He cracked down on the mind to be clouded. 

‘You must not hold on to blood for a while.’ 

All of this was the karma of a certain sinner. A missionary sent to a dimension called Earth, longing for eternity after the end, he betrayed the Church. Because of this, he collected too much fresh blood from here. The fact that the amount of talent mining was always insufficient compared to the forecast was also recognized by the committee. 

However, because of the sudden change, they panicked and took various measures. Therefore, the denomination had then issued an order not to hold on to divine blood temporarily. This was because it was decided that the committee should not be further stimulated at this point. It was expected that as time passed, and if the production naturally increased by the number of talents reduced to lumps at that time, the committee would also be suspicious. 

‘Anyway, they don’t know or have the ability to figure out what’s going on here, upstream.’ 

The priest looked at the direction the light was going. If one were to follow the lower stream of the river Shinhyeol created, they would find a gate guarded by wicked unbelievers. The place that was blasphemously named the Mining Plant. The Mint, which had been trained not so long ago, crossed the gate and dispatched a search party. Because of the pressure, they repeated attempts that had always failed over the years. In the end, none of them made it all the way upstream here.

= Priest! = 

Then, he felt a psychic wave calling to him. When he turned his head, there was a spirit body of his own people. 

= Priest Yuntus!= 

He was the opponent he had been waiting for here. They came up with this method, as they were devising a communication method that the Commission could never eavesdrop on.

= How is the incarnation going?= 

Yuntus replied with a bright smile. Satisfaction emanated from the mental wave. = He is increasing in majesty and glory day by day. Maybe it’s thanks to him that my soul serving by his side is also filled. What a blessing it is.= 

=Is life in that world worth it?= 

=You can stand it! Unfortunately, there is nothing worthy of hardship. It is a series of study and enlightenment every day. When you observe how different peoples worshiping the same god express their beliefs in their own way, the confusion subsides, clarity fills the mind, and you simply marvel. I’m learning a lot.= 

= No, are you going to worship with the members there? I thought I wouldn’t be able to move around freely because I had to avoid the eyes of the committee.= 

= It’s not like that, but thanks to Hwashin’s arrangement, I’m in contact with various teaching materials and religious promotional materials.= 

After asking about the hometown level, Yuntus brought up the main topic. =Then, I will tell you the words of the incarnation.= 

The opponent was in a spirit state, but he bowed deeply and bowed even further down. In front of him who began to listen, Yuntus said. =You were told to temporarily put off the preparations for the ceremonies. This was because additional blood collection was not possible. And the incarnation is about to give those who believe in the original race a task.= 

=·············?!= 

At this, the priest’s eyes lit up. After Hwashin appeared in this world, they almost never asked for anything from their cult. =From now on, we need to figure out a way to deliver the blood that we have collected at the mother dimension altar to him.= 

That was the task given by Minjun. The priest’s face grew serious.

=If you carry that much new blood to the jumpship, you will be caught.= 

=Yes, unbelievers will notice. So it’s not possible to do so in a normal manner.= 

=It would take an incredibly long time to mobilize priests to move them out of the body…= 

= Because the amount that can be contained in one person’s soul is limited. If we ignore it and move a lot at once, we’ll be like that sinner, in the place where the altar is.= 

Yuntus shook his head. =Unfortunately, he says he is now unable to move freely to another dimension.= 

Their parent dimension currently had a limited lockdown, but it was not completely free. If someone other than their own people entered there, the committee cannot help but pay attention. 

= It’s a difficult problem.= 

There was one more problem. Although the existence of the incarnation had been proved theologically, most priests of the denomination had not yet seen or felt his reality. There would certainly be some priests who oppose the order to hand over all the blood that the church had accumulated over the years for Minjun. Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at Novel Multiverse – “NovelMultiverse dot com”

=I will try my best.=

With that, the priest returned with a heavy heart.

 *** 

“Seon-ah, the time has come.” Choi Seon-ah looked at her adoptive father with a pale face. 

Choi Pan-seok had a gentle expression as usual. After his wife died, this was the only expression he could muster… “Isn’t there something he asked you to do? By now, foreknowledge is possible again. Come on, let’s do it.” 

Conversation was normal. If someone they didn’t know heard it, it would be difficult to find anything strange. However, the content of the words was something he would never have been able to spit out if he was in a normal state. “He shouldn’t let him down, so he’d better do his best.” 

The adoptive father was still brainwashed by the man. Choi Seon-ah felt goosebumps. ‘How could this be?’ 

Neighbors, such as fellow lawmakers and aides, didn’t seem to notice anything. This was because his words and actions had not changed at all in areas unrelated to Lee Minjun. He didn’t have any trouble getting to work as usual. 

However, when there are only the two left, the Orc became the foster daughter’s watcher. Became a faithful servant of the man who brainwashed him.

Choi Pan-seok had unconditional and irrational trust in Minjun. Choi Seon-ah felt that her attitude was close to that of a religious person. Because of this, he was even more appalled. “…Yes, I will.” 

He closed his eyes, suppressing his complicated feelings. A few days ago, Choi Seon-ah, knowing that there was no other place to escape, agreed to Minjun’s order. What he wanted was to find a future where certain conditions were realized, and a path to get there. Choi Seon-ah then explained a few things to Minjun. Such conditions should be very simple and intuitive. 

It was as if she was simulating ‘a future in which she can survive’. Hearing that, Minjun was a little worried. Choi Seon-ah’s abilities were not omnipotent. Just as she saw the future where she grabbed the blade’s handle, she couldn’t foresee the next catastrophe. As a result, she lived, but her interpretation was erroneous. In the end, in order to add sophistication to her, she had no choice but to experiment from various angles. 

So, what future would she let him discover? She thought of ‘a future in which Minjun wins, or ‘a future where all of my people wake up’, but it wasn’t specific enough. After much deliberation, Minjun gave an order. – Simulate the future in which I watch the downfall of the committee.

In order for such an incident to occur, the original race had to wake up anyway, and it was done after calculating. One wouldn’t know how surprised Choi Seon-ah was when she heard that. What the hell was that man moving for? Why should they see such a future?

However, she had no choice but to do what she was told. 

“…” Receiving the gaze of her adoptive parents, Choi Seon-ah focused on foreknowledge. She had tried several times already, but never came up with a clear image. She may simply be a failure in controlling her abilities, but perhaps it was also evidence that such a future would never come. 

However, that didn’t stop her from being smart. Minjun had the ability to read memories. The moment she was found not to have done her best, she would have to pay the price. The moment she saw the man in need, Choi knew how cruel he could be. 

This was because she foresaw already. She failed a few times and she decided to change her ways. So far, she had only focused on the case of the collapse of the committee. However, there was one more condition that Minjun had placed: the condition that she stayed in that situation for at least long enough to be able to observe the scene. 

Choi Seon-ah rolled one more try in her head. Another thread of her linking her causality was added. In this way, the more the conditions increased, the more difficult the prediction would become. 

However, it would be more specific. disintegration of the committee. “Wow!” 

The Orc felt confused. “Are you okay, Seon-ah?”

The affection and concern in his voice were true. She was brainwashed, but her emotions were not under control. “···Ugh!” Threads sprouted from her forehead. 

“Hey, this is…” The Orc, who felt it was unusual, got up from his seat. at that time. “···Ahhh!” 

“Daughter!” A scream then ripped through the air. In front of the Orc, the foster daughter fell, vomiting her blood. With her eyes turned upside down, with her ghostly contorted face. 

“Seon-ah, calm down. Seon-ah!” This was already the second time this reaction had occurred. In the arms of her adoptive father, the person with foresight trembles. With a cracked and half-broken look, she barely muttered. “···Dad.” 

The future seen with the ability to foresee became clearer as more people become aware of the event. “…too, too many.” 

“What do you mean?” The information about the future she had just stared at was so huge that her cognitive abilities could not handle it. It was the kind of weight that violently crushed the brain. 

“Perhaps…” After a moment’s hesitation, she murmured mournfully. “If this future really comes true . . . everyone on the plane will be affected, and all races will be affected.” 

The Orc blinked. His daughter was having such a hard time… he couldn’t understand. 

*** 

“Are you inviting me to this Balaur meeting?”

Mindful of Blair who was present, Minjun raised his words. He suddenly asked him to come to the Jenkinson Tower and he wondered what was going on. 

This was it. The Dragon’s meeting would finally resume after a long hiatus. It was said that there was a request for Minjun to attend. It was a message from the Dragon Lord’s secretary’s office delivered through Blair. 

Han Jenkinson nodded. “Aren’t you deeply involved in most of the cases I am putting on the agenda?” 

This was what Jenkinson is talking about: The incident where the dragon developed a virus to annihilate the dragon tribe. The case where the dragon’s rare, which stored the virus, was stolen. A case in which a dragon was kidnapped to save the rest of the race. An incident where a monster mixed with a dragon and an alien spider had been discovered. All were closely related to the Balaur and had high severity. 

It was, of course, an agenda item to be mentioned at the meeting. Another common point was that all the cases were resolved by Minjun. Jenkinson said cautiously. “Of course, I know. Attending this conference may be burdensome for other races.” 

After Minjun came to Earth, he became entangled with the dragons here and there. Thanks to this, they had not been invited to their meetings. However, the grandest and biggest event was the Dragon Lord’s divorce party.

Everyone here knew that the Balaur Conference was different from that. Literally, almost all the dragons that inhabited the Earth gathered. From the dragon who became the head of a conglomerate in Far East Asia, to the dragon who enjoyed a hermit life in the Himalayas. 

Even among the elder dragons, dragons that had lived long enough to be respected for their age, as well as young dragons who have just taken off their hats… all of them. Minjun imagined the minister. 

“…” Without realizing it, he felt a warmth in his chest. It was a kind of nostalgia. Imagine. Big dragon, little dragon, big dragon, slender dragon, old dragon, young dragon, horned dragon, wingless dragon, digging dragon, finned dragon… It was satisfying just to think of the scene where everyone gathered in a crowd. 

‘Yeah, I’ve been away from those things for far too long,’ he thought. “I am fine. I will not attend.”