The Foreigner on the Periphery

Minjun’s mind had become complicated. Deep inside, there was a crack. A crack in the thick strata. From there, the memory leaked out. That message turned out to be the mark that the original race left on livestock. It was probably sent from the time before going to sleep.

‘The information is not displayed properly because it is mixed with the Overer spider.’ 

Currently, the livestock (dragon spider monster) was alive and well, so the expression ‘slaughter’ should not be used. Instead, it was normal for age, childbirth, and disease history to be displayed. However, it was displayed on a post-mortem basis, probably because a lot of genetic information was damaged. 

Minjun thought further. It was a kind of barcode engraved on a gene. Information automatically updated according to the life and death of livestock. Even when a child was born, the same system was passed on to the offspring. Of course, continuous maintenance was essential as the generations passed. ‘What kind of dragon genes did the people who made those monsters use?’

Jenkinson’s blood did not respond to the same magic wave. nothing reflected. It was natural. It lasted such a long time that even Minjun could not fathom had passed, and the individuals raised by his people at that time were all dead and would not remain, and so were their descendants and descendants of their descendants. Too many years had passed without maintenance. It was enough time for the thought body planted in the genes to be annihilated. 

Because of this, he shouldn’t have strayed. Now it was retaining at least half its shape. ‘Even if you take the blood of the oldest living dragon, you wouldn’t get that kind of reaction,’ said Minjun, pondering. “I can’t understand either. I don’t know.” 

It was a bona fide lie. this was because this was an issue that couldn’t be honest. What if he had said everything? Was that mark a trace left by those who raised dragons as livestock, and was it part of the system for managing the quality of dragon meat? Believe it or not, things would soon get very troublesome. 

“Is it? I can’t help it.” Jenkinson seemed to agree. 

Minjun added to him. “Can you give me a blood sample too? I want to do more research on my own.”

“Sure.” 

*** 

Three days before the Balaur Conference in Hong Kong, Jenkinson teleported. The gigantic magic that Goryong had built with great care moved Minjun, his evidence, witnesses, and subordinates all at once. “Minjun, excuse me first.” 

After arriving at his destination, Jenkinson disappeared with his staff. Before the main meeting began, it seemed that the dragons needed to meet in advance to say hello and to coordinate various agendas in advance. Most of the dragons who were deeply involved in the royal family lead a busy life. Because of this, he couldn’t waste his time. 

“This is the agent’s residence. Then, I will come to meet you on the day of the meeting.” 

The monsters and hybrid children were hidden by the staff in a secret place, and Minjun had no intention of getting involved. He didn’t even want to follow Jenkinson and join the dragons’ discourse. It was because it was obvious that everyone was walking around in a polymorph state as it was still before the main meeting. 

And so, he was locked up in a hotel that the Dragon Lord had taken him. While he was organizing his thoughts in the room, he was preoccupied with what was to come. Then the night came. 

Boom! Boom! 

There was loud music outside. Minjun naturally turned his head. One could see the crowd gathered under the balcony of the room. It was a famous tourist attraction, Street of Stars, just a few steps from the hotel facing Victoria Harbor, the southernmost tip of the Kowloon Peninsula. The tourists gathered there were absorbed in taking pictures while looking at Hong Kong Island over the sea. 

“Start, finally!” 

The sound of music was part of a daily laser show held at this time by the Hong Kong Municipal Government. String instruments and strong electronic sounds harmonize the air. Across the water, among the skyscrapers lined up along the harbor, various rays of light were shot and colored the sky. The rain line dances to the rhythm. LED lights outside the building collectively diffused light to and fro. This was part of a show that repeated itself every day. The thing that caught the tourists’ eyes the most today was floating above the skyline. 

“Look over there!” 

Beautiful skylines that cast colors on each other. A linear object then advanced on it. The movement was smooth and the flight was smooth. A leisurely walk through the night sky of Hong Kong in the midst of a laser show. Its actions were similar to a walk or a night out in terms of a land-walking creature. 

However, the aftermath proved to be great. This was because everyone who had a view of the sky could see the superb view. Moreover, from the point of view of ordinary people, it was a creature that cannot be seen in its main body. A flying vehicle in the night sky that caught everyone’s attention. It was a dragon. 

“….”

In flight, he was of the same genus as the dragon that Minjun most recently broke the pot with. It meant brain dragon. It had an elongated body like a snake. It flowed like silk dissolved in dark blue water. The flying dragon had become a part of Hong Kong’s night view as it was. 

“It’s Leo!” 

Cheers erupted from everywhere. The young dragon everyone knew by name was the youngest son of the old dragon who made this place a realm. Perhaps because he resembled himself the most among his children, he was the only direct lineal who allowed him to remain in Hong Kong even after becoming an adult. 

“Wow, it’s even cooler in real life.” 

“So beautiful···!” 

Minjun, looking at him, bit his tongue. “Anyway, you bastard.” 

Unlike many dragons who tried to dominate, control, and fill other races for their unresolved psychological deficiency, he seemed to have taken an unusual approach. The dragon had no particular interest in obedience due to the exercise of power but seemed to enjoy the cheers, interest, and praise of other races. 

“Come down!”

As the dragon deliberately lowered its altitude, laser beams hit its body. The Thunder Dragon’s scales sparkled like glass grains, and each time it hit the light, it shredded and shattered. Shards of light pierced through everywhere. Explosive reflections. The dragon vomited color all over its body. 

It was an unrealistic scene. The dragon’s body looked like a wisteria branch, and the flames on it were like flower buds. A feast of colorful colors. Fireworks carved with pure light colored the night. The dragon was never in a hurry. It bounced off the laser with its entire body, descended to near the roof of the building, and then broke it again. and soared high into the sky. The clouds were exceptionally low today. 

The moonlight swam like it was about to touch the thinly mixed clouds. The spectators watched the scene in awe. So, starting at the HSBC building, along the coastal highway No. 4, when the dragon reached the sky above Wan Chai Port. Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at Novel Multiverse – “NovelMultiverse dot com”

 = By any chance, if you are watching that clown play, I have a suggestion. Why don’t you come down here and laugh with me? Send a reply without thinking for a long time. 

‘The disease has not yet been cured. Please wait. He must have been bored.’ 

And with that, he headed out to visit the room. 

*** 

The lobby lounge on the first floor of the InterContinental Hotel was the perfect place to sit and watch the show through the window. Considering an ordinary building, there was a huge glass window that connects the two or three stories high, and a panoramic view unfolded out of it. Everyone was busy watching the circus that the laser and dragon collaborated with. Seeing this, Minjun felt complicated emotions. He crossed the lounge and went to the counter-shaped bar. It was far from the window and it was difficult to see the outside from an angle, so there were few people. 

Except for the bartender, there was only one customer. It was someone he knew. Minjun then spoke first. “What’s wrong with him?” 

The man laughed bitterly. “It’s everyone’s concern. Callieter said that too was a kind of deformity. Don’t move your words. There will be a big fight.”

 “Long time no see, Lord.” 

The representative of the Earth’s dragons laughed as they revealed this. The prisoner sat next to the dragon as recommended. Dragon Lord remembered Minjun’s taste. 

“Cool?” 

Good. After answering that, Minjun added to the bartender: double, on the rock. “How much is this?” 

“I think it’s the first time since that party.” 

“Has that time already passed?”

Minjun’s gaze turned to Rod’s finger. Balaur rarely wore accessories even in a polymorph state. Therefore, the fact that he appeared wearing a ring touched Minjun’s curiosity. 

“It’s something I haven’t seen.” 

“I won by betting with the owner here.” 

He was the owner here. It was quite an idiomatic expression. The person he referred to was the owner of this hotel in Hong Kong’s finest yolk land…and also the owner of the city of Hong Kong. The father of the dragon, who was clowning outside right now.

“…”

Minjun thought for a moment and then said. “Lord, you know? it···” 

“I know. It’s made by tentacle monsters.” 

It was an artifact similar to the one Dell gave as a gift to Blair. Minjun recognized it at a glance. It looked like a ring to people’s eyes, but it was actually more like a ‘tentacle hanger.’ 

Even if the user transformed, it would contract and expand freely and wrap around the body. Minjun was also surprised that Goryeong, who had Hong Kong as his territory, kept such a thing in a warehouse, and that Lord, who won the bet, pointed it out. Seeing that expression, Rod smiled.

“You don’t understand why I chose this.” 

“Honestly, I was a little surprised.” 

“He let me ask for this and he went over it without thinking. He knew his worth, but he didn’t think he would write it. It’s a bummer.” 

Until they were defeated by the ancient races, dragons boasted that they were the strongest creatures in the universe and had such momentum. The psychological wounds they suffered after their defeat were fatal. And so, the Balaur shoved the painful memories into the deepest drawer of his head. 

In addition to this, he didn’t even dare to open it or even touch it. The ring that Rod was wearing now is like a key that forcibly opens the drawer. He spoke with a bitter smile. “There is no progress if you just ignore it. The fact that the dragon’s technology couldn’t figure out how it works must have contributed to the wound. But don’t keep pretending you don’t know. So, I plan to experiment with this while keeping it close to me.” 

It was said that it had been asked for research purposes.

It was completely different from the reactions of other dragons to the strange things that Endelion had made. “I am the generation that witnessed their return.” 

The ancient races, returning after innumerable years of absence, demanded the return of their dominion, pointing to the dimensions in which they originally lived. They also gave evidence that it was their spiritual origin and hometown. As if entrusted to them, proudly.

The logic was simple. Intruders entered without permission while they were away and occupied the place, so they would then exercise their rights as legitimate owners. From the point of view of the dragons who ruled there in the meantime, it was a sound of delight. In the records of the dragon tribe, the description of the ancient race was written so vaguely that it was difficult to distinguish whether it was a myth or a history. Even if the record was true, there was no reason for the dragon to give up its place in life. 

In the end, both sides had the historical right to claim territorial sovereignty. No one showed any signs of making concessions, and thus the First War between the Dragon and the Ancient Races began. The Dragon Lord, who witnessed the fight firsthand, recalls. At that time, the ancient races were not monsters with terrifying technology as they were today. 

In the end, the dragons won. That war was like that. 

“You mean, in the next war, they suddenly showed up with ridiculous weapons and technology?” 

The second war was fought in an era that even a relatively young Jenkins vaguely remembers. The result was a trauma for all dragons – aka the defeat of the dragons. “Studying this ring will not unlock all the secrets. Don’t give up though. Someday, I will have to repay this disgrace. Even if it’s impossible for my generation, it might be possible for the next generation. It is enough for me to be a stepping stone in the process.” 

It was an unimaginable statement from a dragon who only knows his arrogance. Minjun thought about it. He might have taken on the position of a troublesome rod because he was such an unusual dragon.

“It should be for the sake of my children.” 

Only then did Minjun deliver a late congratulations. “Sergeant, congratulations.” 

“Thank you.” 

Minjun traces his memory, but he couldn’t seem to count. “How many children is this?” 

“On Earth alone, there are 18 people.” 

And so, it seemed that the last place he attended was the 17th divorce party on Earth. It was a routine that repeated divorce after having only one child with one spouse. Compared to other dragons, the Dragon Lord repeated marriages and divorces several times. As a result, half-and-half children of different age groups were mass-produced one after another. 

He was the person who contributed the most to the birth rate of dragons on Earth. Minjun muttered to himself. Anyway, it was a unique dragon in many ways. Then Rod spoke. “Hey, didn’t you tell me you had something to sell?” 

Oops. Did he come here for that? At the same time, he had a duck corn fry pan in his head, and Minjun realized his mistake.