The Foreigner on the Periphery

Translator: NovelMultiverse | Editor: NovelMultiverse

“CEO, at the request of headquarters, all terminals except for one have been closed. Currently, the prisoner units controlled by the headquarters are operating together with the existing guards at each terminal.” 

The tentacle creature, listening to the report, blinked slowly. Dotes knew that the gesture was a reply that he knew. The head of the district representative office was a position with an emphasis on political functions, and the main task was to deal with the dispatched dragons and the governments of each country. On the other hand, prisoner control was taken directly from the committee headquarters by telecommunication. In other words, directing the inmates flocking to terminals in each country was outside Dell’s authority. Just cooperate. 

“It’s me, by the way.” 

“What happened?” 

Dotes said hesitantly. “I was just asking because I was curious.” 

Evolved from his algae, he organized his thoughts by fiddling with his white feathers. The princess saw it and thought that that kind of thing was better than mammals. In particular, there was no unbearable rejection when looking at humans. “Summarizing this headquarters-led operation, isn’t it that prisoners are sprayed at terminals around the world in case Asif-666 eventually strikes?” 

Two facts could be inferred here. However, HQ was convinced that Asif-666 would then attempt to escape off Earth. Two, the headquarters was currently looking into the whereabouts of Asif-666… 

“This is the strategy of choice when you have no idea where Asif-666 is currently.” 

Headquarters was unaware of his whereabouts. “I checked the protocol for escape cases… Yes, unbelievably, such a thing existed. Anyway, according to it, it is said to hold out until the military power of the headquarters is reached while the other prisoners are surrounded. It seemed to be made under the premise that it could be tracked unconditionally.” 

Dotes believed that this protocol should have been applied against Asif-666 as well. Unless you were a dragon or an ancient race, you wouldn’t be able to escape by teleporting around the globe. Even if you were to give in a hundred times and run away like that, there were still many ways to follow. However, the headquarters ordered a completely different operation. 

This was presumably because they missed the trail of Asif-666. “It is difficult to understand. Whatever the circumstances, how can the committee miss the mark of the inmate?” 

Advanced monitoring such as monitoring conversations or reading thoughts in real time was impossible as you move to the edge, but… At least the location itself could be tracked. It was natural. 

“If you don’t know where they are, you can’t give orders via spirit world communication in real-time. Positioning is fundamental to communication. If you don’t know that, you won’t even be able to instruct the prisoners on their missions.” 

Jailbreaking didn’t change it. Prisoners were given a suit, which was actually like a signal transmitter. Also, Dotes guessed that their souls might have some dog tags attached to them. said the princess who had been listening quietly. “I don’t know the details either. Perhaps Asif-666 has the ability to circumvent such a ‘double tracking system’, or has discovered a new way to do so.” 

“Ah… you’re saying that even the CEO doesn’t know?” 

After asking as if confirming that, Dotes stepped back.

“…” The tentacle thought for a moment. Pod! 

It did a space transfer right away. ‘The committee’s secrecy is admirable. If the rank is low, even core and basic information are thoroughly hidden.’ 

Pod! She entered a subspace that only she could access. There was a room where she was transferred to Earth with pampering when she was dispatched to Earth. A homunculus was sleeping in the middle of it. The princess approached him in the form of a man with his eyes closed. 

Dell couldn’t see the soul, but her device confirmed that it was still an empty shell. She looked into it and began to lament. ‘I never thought the Kavites would run rampant like this.’ 

In the end, the plan A prepared for him, the plan to collect talents and gain freedom in a fair manner, had no choice but to be scrapped. ‘Then I have no choice but to go with Plan B.’

Although important changes had taken place in her life, Dell still did not believe she could fight the entire council and win. She didn’t think she could live with the tracking on her back for eternity. Even if it was possible, it was a very difficult life. 

And so, she thought of a way to free herself from the pursuit. The second plan she originally conceived would work. 

Swoop! It made a new thin strand like a new sprout on the thick tentacle and stretched it toward the face of the homunculus. Then, just before touching the skin, he stopped and pondered. ‘Well, it’s not like that. I feel rejected.’ 

Why did Endelion feel extreme antipathy towards mammals, especially humans, and find them disgusting? Evolutionary biologists speculated. Endelion must have evolved in a place isolated from each other without contacting humans for a very long time compared to other ancient races. The memory in their genes judged the species resembling monkeys to be too ‘unfamiliar’ creatures. 

At the same time, although logically incomprehensible, humans were considered small and ‘dangerous’. unfamiliar and dangerous. In other words, gross. 

Endelion’s first encounter with them in ancient times must have happened much later than Kavite’s or Toad’s experience. 

‘It’s a dog tag on the soul.’ She knew that Dotes’ guess was somewhat correct. The committee put a tag on the souls of prisoners. Still, she couldn’t find him… 

‘Could I have overpowered it for a moment and prevented the function? Or did he destroy it altogether?’ 

It didn’t matter if it was the former, but it was a big deal if it was the latter. Even the second plan was in danger of collapsing. The princess of Endelions was determined. ‘I have to find him quickly!’ 

*** 

After finishing his meal, Minjun stared into the air with a feeling of fullness. ‘I wonder how fuss the committees are going to be right now.’ 

He must be doing all he can to find himself by using the district inmates. It would be possible to check the atmosphere by checking the information network that delivered orders to prisoners, but now that method had been blocked. It wasn’t all bad. Just as Minjun couldn’t look at that side, that side couldn’t sense Minjun’s location at all.

He checked the time. ‘Then shall we go soon?’ 

He had purposely come all this way to fill his stomach before going to the meeting place. The moment he tried to move…

= By the way. = Asked the frying pan that had turned into the shape of a knife that he was holding in his hand. = Well, I don’t mean to be distracted by this. Didn’t you say you wouldn’t eat dragons anymore? = 

At this, Minjun turned his head. There was a huge brain dragon that had passed out in exhaustion. On Earth, he was a dragon whose name was Raymond Wong. That dragon had been having nightmares lately, a dream in which the shadow pierced the whole body, and the fountain of blood poured out and filled the cave. 

And, when he opened his eyes, he was left with no energy. It was only natural that his vitality continued to run out. 

Hiss! When Minjun snapped his fingers, a small lump of shadow crossed the air. It landed on the nape of the brain dragon! It stuck. 

From there, the flowing blood stopped. Minjun answered as he cleaned up the traces around him. “The oath was to find a way to not have to eat dragons in the future. It won’t happen overnight.” Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at Novel Multiverse – “NovelMultiverse dot com”

= But… you said you couldn’t eat Jenkinson. = 

“Yes, Jenkinson.” 

To compare it to something, it was like eating Adkiel. Just thinking about it made him feel disgusted. This was a decision based on an abstract and emotional basis that could not simply be judged by logic. 

He just knew what he had to do at this moment. Minjun had to eat dragon blood now, and he had a brainwashed elder dragon in his hand. If there was even a dragon rights protection group that opposed eating dragons, it was a good way to point fingers and criticize him as a hypocrite. However, there was no such organization in the world, and even if there was one, Minjun did not seem to care much. 

‘It’s going to be late if we continue on like this.’ Minjun escaped from his thoughts and moved right away. 

Pod! The surrounding landscape changes in an instant. The gloomy rare of the Thunder Dragon was gone.

“…!” In front of him lay the mountains and forests that made up most of Hong Kong’s New Territories. It was a sight that reminded him of the past, even for a moment. Back in the early stages of improvement, when the dragons were much smaller than they were now. 

It was the scene where they went hunting peacefully, flying over the forest that stretched over the horizon. And the blonde man waiting under the shadow of the tree. 

“Ah!” Looking at Minjun’s face, he froze. A look of astonishment flashed in his red eyes.

 “Minjun!” the silhouette approached with a face mixed with joy and wonder. Then the prisoner greeted his friend, whom he thought he would not see again for a while, but who was reunited much sooner than expected. 

“Hi? Jenkinson. I don’t think it’s been long enough to say…” 

“Oh My God.” 

The Elder Dragon, who had polymorphed into a human, reconfirmed the barrier he had opened several times.

There were no cracks or broken parts. It was a measure to avoid the surveillance of the committee. Today’s secret meeting must never be found out by them. But, how did this friend appear so easily? 

“Awesome. He knew if he tried to open the door he would show signs of approaching from outside the barrier, but he didn’t know that he would teleport to the inside of the barrier.” 

Then, he asked with a darkened complexion. “Seeing that you pierced it, is this enough to avoid the eyes of the committee?” 

“Not quite like that. Enough of this.” 

Relieved by his words, the dragon asked how Minjun was doing. “Are you okay? How is it going?” 

If it became known that the escaped prisoner and Earth’s Dragon Lord candidate met in this way, the aftermath would be overwhelming. From Jenkinson’s point of view, it was better to stop paying attention to Minjun’s actions and keep his distance. Politically, it was the right decision. However, he just couldn’t do it. How many times had he escaped a crisis with Minjun’s help? 

“Hey, it looks like something has changed again.” 

There was a strange feeling the last time they bumped into each other in front of the mall, but now a much stronger sense of heaviness swirled around his body. Jenkinson instinctively noticed the difference. Looking at Minjun, he felt unfamiliarity and familiarity at the same time. 

What was it? Digging through the memories, you realize When he was very young…he had just been born out of an eggshell, he had a similar feeling when he first saw his mother, who was already an elder dragon at the time. The overwhelming feeling of seeing a great existence that cannot be measured by one’s own standards. But why did he feel that way in the presence of his friend? 

‘On the other hand, that bizarre feeling is gone.’ 

While the heavy presence was amplified, the scales bristling fraud that he felt that day disappeared. Looking back, Minjun’s eyes at the time were very strange. A look that seemed to have a big accident at any moment, even a bit of madness. Jenkinson couldn’t fathom a simple reason for making this apparent difference. Unlike that day, today… Minjun was full. 

“I have a favor to ask you.” Minjun, who purposely filled his stomach to treat his friend alone with a sane mind, said. 

“Yeah, just talk. I will prepare anything if possible.”

“I think I need to leave Earth for a while.”

At this, Jenkinson groaned. It was expected, but the possibility of implementation was very slim. “Have you seen the news? The terminal is completely closed. The same goes for Incheon Terminal, where I have a share. The inmates are watching, so the operation personnel can’t access it, and the guidance equipment is locked, so it’s impossible to operate.” 

“There is one left.” 

“You mean New York?” Jenkinson knew. That the Council’s contingent would soon arrive through it. In preparation for that time, essential personnel at the terminal were also at work, and the equipment was running fine. “Certainly, it’s not impossible to escape if you only get the emergency jump code.” 

Just like the way the crocodile-like race, the princess of Shutan, had planned. “Okay. I will try to find out by secret route if there is some way to get you out.” 

Minjun shook his head. “No, I’ll find out how. I need a different kind of help now. The cooperation of many dragons, including you.” 

“A large number of dragons’ help?” 

“Yes. How are things going with the proposal to move the Lord’s election forward?” 

This guy knew everything even when he was on the run. He suddenly wanted to bring up the story, but he answered once. “Since that man, Raymond, suddenly appeared friendly to me, if we were to hold an early election like this, my chances of winning will increase. That’s why other candidates are desperately against it. It’s a ploy to stick to the original schedule to buy time and secure more tickets in the meantime.” 

“Who are the opponents?” Jenkinson tilted his head and gave the names of several dragons to Minjun. “Could it be that you need the help of the Balaur group to escape you? Rather, the more people know about it, the more dangerous it seems.” 

“Isn’t it sad to just run away like this? It’s such a good opportunity.” 

“Is this a good opportunity?” 

“An opportunity for the committee’s forces to be concentrated in one place.” 

Minjun did not forget the oath of the day he obtained the ‘Blade’. The committee had something to give back. Jenkinson exclaimed in horror. “Hey, no way!” 

Minjun could recall the news he saw today. Terrorism? Sometimes, even the press poked at the correct answer like catching a mouse at a cow’s back step. “From this moment on, dragons must secretly help me.” 

Jenkinson still couldn’t understand. “It was the dragons who allowed Inais to become like that. It’s embarrassing to say this with my own mouth, but the Balaur without a Dragon Lord are selfish people who don’t care unless the matter is related to their own interests. She is very reluctant to my insistence on taking collective action in protest of the terrible things she has suffered because of her committee. He said it was enough to erase the political debt.” 

“Then what if this becomes a problem for your safety?” 

‘What?” 

“It’s not the time for the Balaur to resume an all-out war with the committee right now, but a situation is coming, one we wouldn’t be able to ignore. At such a moment, what if I ran amok from the front instead? What if the Balaur needed to secretly support me from beneath the surface? What if other dragons realize that this is the situation they should be in?” 

“Hey, what do you know?” 

Minjun said calmly. “First of all, you guys need to know why the Dragon Lord died and by whom.”