The Foreigner on the Periphery

I’m thirsty. 

This was Minjun’s thought when he visited the Prophet’s house. The thirst that started right before he left Hong Kong had continued to follow him. He asked the Orc for a glass of water, knowing it would be useless. 

Choi Pan-seok had all his employees, including his secretary and housekeeper, left at home. The lawmaker himself offered a glass of water in a polite manner. 

Jump! He emptied it all at once, but the charcoal craving that built up around his esophagus did not go away. Minjun spoke, trying hard to suppress it. It was a dry tone. “Shall we ask why the prophecy has been delayed for the past six days?” 

Minjun had instructed that the foresight should be updated once a day. However, the message delivered in the last six days was not very satisfactory. Prior to that, Choi Seon-ah had often asked for a day or two of spare time, but this was the first time it had been delayed for six days. 

Minjun did not think that there was a problem with the brainwashed Choi Pan-seok. If something went wrong, it would be for the best.

The Prophet looked at her adoptive father with an anxious sidelong glance. Choi Pan-seok smiled brightly as if meeting Minjun again was an honor beyond measure.

“I have no excuses. Thinking that someone should not misrepresent the prophecy, her daughter and the two of them put their heads together and analyzed it. Also, I tried to report as much as possible after figuring out if there were any more clues in the future scenes. I don’t want to mislead and harm the agent.” 

The last words sounded like too much flattery or empty words, but Minjun knew they were sincere. In any case, prohibiting actions that would harm him was a behavioral requirement that was put in place when the suggestion was planted. However, the part he still didn’t understand was… 

“That interpretation took six days?” 

Instead, Choi Seon-ah explained her past. The story that only the same future scene could be seen from a few days ago. In Minjun’s eyes, a different color came to mind. “At first, it was difficult to understand because it seemed blurry. Gradually the scene became clearer.” 

“As you know, prophecies may come true as they appear, but they are often expressed in symbols and metaphors. The latter is particularly evident in this case. It’s the kind that shouldn’t be interpreted literally. So far, my daughter has seen thousands and tens of thousands of types of wisdom, and she interprets them with me. Please believe in the empirical knowledge accumulated so far.”

Perhaps it was because of his mood, Minjun felt his thirst intensify. “What is the result of the analysis?” 

“I tried to delay the report for several days, but I couldn’t confirm more details than that. So, the result of interpretation based only on the scenes we’ve seen so far…” 

At this, the Orc lowered his voice. Then, he tilts his shoulder towards Minjun. Minjun also naturally took on a serious expression. Choi Pan-seok then spoke with an expression as if he were revealing a huge secret. “In exactly 94 days, Agent-nim will be the de facto master of this world… controlling all the powerful behind the scenes!” 

“…” 

There came a moment of silence. Minjun’s voice was slightly cracked as he spoke again. “···What?” 

The Orc spoke seriously. “I can imagine you are embarrassed. Because we felt the same way, too.” 

Choi Seon-ah agreed with her father’s words. She looked as if she couldn’t believe what she was saying. He seemed at the same time he didn’t want to believe it. “But I couldn’t possibly interpret it any other way.”

Choi Seon-ah had already witnessed how Minjun completely brainwashed Choi Pan-seok. If one was possible, several may be possible. Brainwashing all the world’s powerful people in that way was the most appropriate interpretation. Of course, as in the premonition video, there was no way to make a ‘real dragon’. 

“No, wait. for a moment.” The intense thirst now added to the headache. Minjun frowned. “More details. Tell me everything you see.” 

“There are three points that are clear. One, that all the powerful people in this world will obey the agent’s words. Two, that the domination and rule will not be known to ordinary people and will be carried out very secretly. Three, that point is 94 days from now.” 

94 days later. It was a word that irritated Minjun even more than the absurd word ‘ruler of this world.’ Minjun knew what would happen in 94 days. This was the day when a new dragon lord of Earth was elected, and if the lord’s direct descendants could not find the culprit, the ownership of the dragon heart would then be passed on to the new lord. At the same time, it was also the day when the barrier of the inheritance inherited from the deceased Minjun would be broken. 

Minjun’s mind went into confusion. ‘No, no matter how… the ruler of the world?’ 

The Orc was evidently excited. “When that day comes, you will hold each country in the dark and shake them!” 

Even if Minjun were to rule the Earth behind the scenes, this frontier dimension could not have a big impact on the fight against the committee. The important thing for him was to gain many talents, regain memory and power, and awaken his people. Even if Earthlings were to fully cooperate, there would be a limit to it. 

He then spoke, pressing his temples hard. “Don’t do that, just tell me what you saw.” 

“But, as I’ve already explained, prophecies are…” 

“I will judge whether you interpret it well or not, so for now, don’t go through filters and say it as it is.” 

The moment Choi Seon-ah stuttered and started explaining… “…!” Minjun felt his words choke.

After a while, he managed to hide his astonishment and asked again, this time in a very weary voice. “A shadow?”

“Yes. And the shadow of the dragon’s brain…” 

Minjun had no choice but to acknowledge once again the skill of the prophet he had secured. At the same time, he became suspicious of how the hell that future would materialize. Of course, Choi Seon-ah described Minjun’s favorite dragon slaughter method in detail and accurately. 

*** 

“Jenkinson, you must be busy, thank you for your help.” 

“I can afford this amount of time for you. Moreover, after hearing such a shocking story, I had no choice but to come running.” 

After Minjun confirmed the prophecy, he came to Jenkinson’s lab without even having time to organize his thoughts. He made time for his friend. For Goryong, who returned home for a while because he was busy sleeping. A prophecy that was hard to understand, the future where the Earth became a dragon slaughterhouse, put aside for a while. 

Instead, he decided to focus on what he would have to do now. He said, “I heard that you are moving with Kentius. Is he also in Korea?” 

“Yes. I took them there today.” 

Jenkinson then asked hesitantly. “With that personality, I wouldn’t have behaved calmly in front of you. Still, accepting the deal… are you waiting by digging a trap for the back of your head?” 

“…” Minjun didn’t answer. 

Seeing this, Jenkinson made a worried expression. “Please. Please don’t be too harsh. He’s not a bad kid by nature.” 

At this point, Minjun changed the topic. “Did you think about the hypotheses I said? Still can’t believe it?” 

Jenkinson snorted his familiar snort. “Of course. Lord is not such a dragon. I can be sure. However, I can’t guarantee that there won’t be any hidden children. I gave birth to so many children in my lifetime, so there must be one or two hidden. But having it as Lord’s new body? Sounds outrageous.” 

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“It’s your request, so I’ll try, but I’m not sure if I can find it properly. By the way, are you drinking a lot of water today? Originally, this was a space only used by me, so I didn’t put much drinking water there.” 

“Oh, it’s okay. I’ve had enough of this.” Minjun put down the empty water bottle before he knew it.

His thirst seemed to be psychic. Still, it went away a little when he drank something, so Minjun continued to drink water. Among the black magic, there was a curse that suddenly increased the body’s moisture and disrupted the electrolyte balance, and there was also a curse that changed one’s blood to water, but he didn’t want to consume black magic just because he was thirsty. 

Minjun took out a piece of bloody concrete from his bosom. “It’s Lord’s blood.” 

With a drool, Jenkinson accepted it. Then he familiarly touched the instrument panel and muttered a few orders. While waiting for the preparations to finish, Minjun looked around the laboratory. This was a space dedicated to dragon spider research until recently. In order to use it as a catalyst for his experiments, Jenkinson collected an appropriate amount of his own blood and stored it here. It was the liquid inside the transparent container full of walls. 

From the dragon’s point of view, it was a small amount of blood, but it was more than enough to drown a small-sized race such as a human or an elf. 

Minjun thought to himself. To fall into dragon’s blood and drown… What a luxurious death. 

As he entered the laboratory, the thirst that had been raging intensified. His throat was sore now. – Ugh! 

The bottom of the glass container containing the blood was opened. 

Aaaaa! A large amount of blood was sprayed into the air. Minjun swallowed dry saliva. His uvula felt like it was cracking. Instead of falling to the floor and creating a sea of blood, dragon blood gathered in the air like spheres. 

When Minjun gestured that he had had enough, Jenkinson stopped gushing. Minjun then muttered his incantation toward the sphere that seemed to magnify drops of blood tens of thousands of times. From there, he gripped the ancestral dagger with all his might. 

Hooked! He lowered the black blade to his left arm with his sleeve rolled up. His arms drooped and the air drew ominous waves. The skin turned to dry tree bark. His left arm twisted like a mummy in an instant. 

– Ugh! Whoops! 

The red orb in the air began to move. A protrusion made of blood sprouted from the surface, and he approached and touched the bloodstains on the sculpture. What happened after that was a phenomenon that could not be distinguished with the naked eye. However, Minjun knew that things were going well as intended. 

Now, this too was a kind of curse. It was a curse that changed the nature of blood to someone else’s. This magic was used to leave false evidence to ward off pursuers, or used to attack opponents. The latter case could be easily understood by imagining what happened inside the body when the blood flowing in the veins suddenly turned into that of the wrong person. 

“How are you doing? Jenkinson asked. 

“Perfect.” Minjun nodded. He chose this spell for reasons other than the two previously mentioned. The traces of Lord’s blood on the stone fragments were very small and had already dried up and lost their life. In that state, it could be used as a magic catalyst. So Minjun decided to reproduce the blood in good condition. The fresh dragon blood that served as the base was Jenkinson’s. The information left in the bloodstain could be likened to a dye, and Jenkinson’s blood would play the role of water. 

It was to release the former into the latter and dye it in the color of the rod. The expected result was simple. It turned Jenkinson’s blood, which has remaining life force, into the dragon lord’s blood. 

“Now.” In front of the changed dragon blood, Jenkinson cast a spell. It was a kind of spell that only dragons could use. 

– Dig! The moment the magic was completed, a subtle power spread around. 

Minjun knew that it would slowly move across land and sea, eventually covering the entire planet. “Again, I’m not the real owner of this blood, so the effect won’t be perfect. The most certain thing is that the dragon lord chant this spell himself, but that’s impossible.” 

Jenkinson had then just cast a spell to find the Dragonlord’s direct descendant. It was a somewhat incomplete spell due to the limitations of the caster. Minjun nodded. “Even a small clue is fine.” 

“I will let you know when the results come out. I don’t know if it will come out as neatly as you’d like. then···” 

Jenkinson looked at the clot of blood, which had shrunk considerably in size. “How are you going to do this?” 

Hearing those words, Minjun reminded himself of how unique Jenkinson was as a dragon. From the fact that he drew his own blood and experimented on it, he said that he changed his mind after seeing Jang Tae-joon, but this in itself was not a dragon-like action. 

Furthermore, to ask a non-dragon race to dispose of the Lord’s dragon blood. Minjun tried to answer that he was keeping it. “…” 

Suddenly, he remembered something and began to change his mind. “If you have time, can I try another experiment with it?”

“What?” Minjun pointed to one of the devices placed in the lab. Some time ago, Jenkinson showed a scene of operating that magic tool here. 

“Iced coffee. Were you interested too?” 

It was a device that projected various magic patterns into the dragon spider’s blood and analyzed the results. Minjun read the traces in the blood that day. There was data from the distant past that began with the phrase ‘livestock product traceability management system information viewing’. 

‘Lord was one of the oldest dragons.’ He could recall how the Dragon Lord’s will began.

 -The testator ‘Ager-Pishko-Kois-Hallechia-Lupray-Azel-Azel-Secnat-Kois-Ager’ (Residency: Los Padres National Park, 6750 Santa Maria, CA, United States of America) honors great ancestors. Based on my pure personal hopes and wishes, where no undue external pressure is applied, I leave my will as follows. 

There were unfamiliar words that made up his long real name. The dragons had then guessed it was the name of an ancient dragon race. Nomenclature that listed ancestors as middle names were not universally uncommon. 

However, Minjun knew the truth. Those words were not someone’s name, but numbers that were used in the distant past. It was a bit different, however… ‘Ager-Pishko-Kois-Halekiah-Lubray-Azel-Azel-Secnat-Kois-Ager’. 

If one were to translate this long name, which dragons didn’t like these days, into modern language, it would roughly be like this. ‘1-7-3-4-5-2-2-9-3-1’. Apparently, the name of the road was influenced by the livestock product number that classified them in the distant past. 

‘I was born at a time when those faint memories remain as social and cultural customs… By today’s standards, he was an ancient dragon among ancient dragons.’ 

-Faat! 

When Jenkinson put the dragon blood, which had turned into Lord’s blood, into a container, the same thing happened again. Magic waves were concentrated in one place. Lord’s blood reacted to it and reflected the distorted magic wave. The device then read the waves and displays them on a monitor. 

“Huh?!” Jenkinson exclaimed. He had never analyzed dragon blood other than his own and that of the dragon spider. It was only natural that he had no dragons to volunteer for. So, in his heart, he hoped that he might discover something new, and his eyes lit up. 

“This is similar to the reaction of the test subject back then!” 

“…” 

“There is no match in my database again. What do you think? Are the characters still unreadable?” 

Minjun didn’t have time to answer. He stared intently at the monitor. The magic wave that was plotted on the screen… it was the same as the dragon spider. Minjun could read it. The beginning was similar.

 -Individual identification number: unknown 

-Place of origin: unknown 

-Slaughterhouse: Unknown 

-Slaughter end date: Unknown 

-Processing plant: Unknown 

-Genetic information: Hwaryong-241 type (breeder: Ratuma, registration year: 6,210 year) / Pure blood verification completed 

※Due to severe genetic damage, access to accurate information is restricted.

However, this time it didn’t end there. Information that might have been inscribed by his people long ago was followed by a new string. Jenkinson tilted his head. “There is a lot more information than the dragon spider. Is it because Rod is a proper dragon? But why did I not have this reaction?” 

While muttering in his ears, Minjun read the shape of the waves. Unlike the previous one, it was very crude. To put it likewise, there were many mistakes in grammar and etiquette in the crooked font, like a child who had just learned to write and showed off his writing skills. Also, like the primitive race, it was not clearly engraved, so it was blurry and distorted. However, he still managed to read and interpret it.

“Wait for a moment. I think I’ve seen the magic patterns mixed here and there somewhere.” Jenkinson had a vague sense of déjà vu, but he couldn’t seem to pinpoint it. There was someone’s fingerprint on the new magic wave following the livestock product information. Minjun clearly remembered who it was. 

‘Dragon Lord!’ 

His eyes moved quickly. Minjun understood what that wave was. It was a letter of some sort. A message hidden in one’s own genes.

The Dragon Lord was writing down the beginning of the letter, asking this question to ‘someone’ who would stimulate this and check the contents. Minjun read it. Rod’s voice overlapped in his ears like an auditory hallucination. Rod’s question was succinct. 

– Who are you?