The Foreigner on the Periphery

Even after the story ended, Jenkinson was still in shock for a while. He stood in a half-shattered position, then slowly raised his hand. He tried to keep his mouth shut, but hesitated. He then holds held hand in the air, muttering it with a confused expression. “Rod…” 

Minjun saw his eyes slowly turn red. “My God, Rod, you are..” There were enough dragons to mourn Lord’s death. But what about the dragon that shed tears over a dragon that was like a stranger? 

Minjun couldn’t comprehend it. Even as if his memory rebelled, he oddly took out Adkiel and spread it out. Even though a friend he saw every day had died after being eaten by a monster and turned into pieces of rags, the guide dragon did not grieve at all. He just sniffed him and lost interest when he realized he didn’t have a dragon heart. 

Of course, the dragons of that time were not the dragons of today. It was a bold and violent contrast. Even so, Minjun kept thinking of Adkiel. “A lot of things make sense now. He was trying to protect his corpse so that it does not fall into the hands of the ancient race.” 

And so, the dragon lord endured the pain of burning his brain and released his polymorph. “Right, Jenkinson. The scene where the ICC building collapsed was watched by all the dragons gathered in Hong Kong. In front of so many witnesses, they couldn’t possibly have stolen the body. All I could do was run away without getting caught.” Minjun continued. “The reason why I chose Inais as a target was simple. You’ve been watching her from the beginning. To make you a hostage in case of emergency. But even after Lord died, they didn’t withdraw from the Amazon.” 

“Why?” 

“As a last resort, it seems that he tried to steal even an egg that inherited his blood. To hatch them in a controlled environment and then research them…” 

“What… that’s crazy!” The indescribable curses from the dragon’s mouth continued for a while. 

It was the first time in hundreds of years that Minjun had heard his friend say such harsh things. He waited a moment before opening his mouth again. “But the plan was eventually abandoned. Looking at the case of the deceased’s other children, it seemed meaningless. However, they were lucky to be close to Inais, not from the tribe called Toad, but from the perspective of the group called the Committee. This was because I intercepted communications and obtained the entire tax evasion plan.” 

If it had happened near Minjun, it would have been discovered, but it was possible because the place was Inais’s rare. After failing in their clandestine mission, they decided to focus on their work as a committee. It was proof of tax evasion by Asif-666. 

In addition to this, it was the reason why they brutally tortured Inais by roasting her alive in the deep jungle. “I think it was close to some kind of desecration of the dead, desecration of the deceased. It’s an emotional excretion. Even though they knew that Lord was already dead, they wanted to express their anger and hatred by brutally killing the lover and child of the dragon who preyed on them at the last moment…” 

“Bastards that deserve to be fried in shit!” Jenkinson sighed. “Okay! I have to share this with everyone. But we need proof. To convince the dragons!” 

“The evidence is already in front of your eyes.” 

“What?”

Could it be that Minjun would testify in front of them? It was very dangerous in this situation. 

“Right.” Jenkinson noticed a beat late. He couldn’t see, but there were beings that Minjun himself could see. 

=Ah, it’s painful… It’s painful…= 

=You promised! So please, me too… Whatever happens to the rest is fine. Set me free. =

= No, me! Not the others, but me…! It’s painful. it hurts. Please… take me where I need to go. Let go. Let me go! =

= I hate you. So much. I can’t bear it.=

It proved to be lucky for Jenkinson, who couldn’t see the mayhem going on behind his back. Just being murdered was enough to establish the conditions for a terrible death. Even more, when Minjun rescued the Toad, his hands were terrible by any racial standard, and the resulting ghosts were swirling on his shoulders. Their hard carapaces were half ripped off, their stomachs were ground up and their entrails spilled out, their heads were broken and their eyes were dangling, their stubby fingers and webbed feet were crushed into a muddy mass of flesh, half burned and half mangled. They wrote, bit each other, and made a fuss. Spiritual bodies entangled and burning like flames. 

=Let me go, please!= 

Among them, there was a very lucky spirit who almost got summoned to the spirit world without turning into a ghost. However, Minjun did not miss even that. It was considered impossible until a few days ago, but when he bound it without hesitation, his soul became a specter. 

He wasn’t surprised because it has already been done in the distant past. “These guys will testify.” 

Jenkinson was silent for a moment, then spoke. “Wouldn’t it be better to gather the dragons together? How long can you hold a ghost? I remember I couldn’t even go there for an hour before.” 

“Time is no longer an issue.” 

So many things had changed. Swallowing a moan, the dragon began to speak. “I’m ashamed to say it myself, but some might argue that just because an ancient race killed a lord doesn’t help the escaped.” 

“I told you. This is no longer a matter of a few dragons, but a matter of the safety of the entire race. There are no dragons that can break free here.”

Anyway, the ancient races were all enemies of dragons, and among them, Kavite and Toad had entered very dangerous territory. However, the decisive difference was that the prisoner of Kavite had not yet been secured, but Toad himself had been obtained. 

And so, the dragons could then be used as a driving force. Minjun recited the most important thing he had retrieved from Todd’s memory of him. “Those tortoises have a rough idea of Carbite’s plan. Viruses that infect dragons, pranks with dragon spirits, and attempted to mix with other races. All of this seems like a plan to ‘weaken’ the dragon in some way and ‘modify’ it to its liking.” 

“Yes. Rod thought so too, and I agree.” 

“They intend to steal the results of Carbite’s research somehow. The secret of the dragon species. I aimed because I thought the dragon lord was the key, and the final goal was…” 

Minjun paused for a moment. “You know? If Carbite hates dragons, Toad also hates dragons.” The Toads, who fought the dragons on the front lines, suffered the most battles and suffered the most casualties. The hatred acquired in the process was incomparable to that of other races. It was even more tenacious anger than a defeated Balaur could be considered a characteristic of the species. 

“They intend to take advantage of Carbite’s plans. After subduing the dragon and taking everything they had before…”

“…They’re eventually trying to exterminate dragons.” 

Toads thought dragons were no longer needed in this world. 

*** 

“Is anyone there? Are you still there?” The chain-bound brain dragon asked through the glass wall with an awkward expression on its face. He couldn’t see outside, but he was sure they could see him. 

Soon, as the dragon guessed, someone answered. “Yeah, what else?” 

It was a gruff voice. He was Asif-26,188,280, William Evans. Upon arriving on Earth, the prisoner on an unexpected mission was watching a criminal stranded at the terminal. “Can I ask you something?” asked the dragon as he struggled to turn his chained neck. Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at Novel Multiverse – “NovelMultiverse dot com”

Normally he would say no, but at the same time, William felt bored. And even though he was a maniac criminal, this was a ‘real earthling’ he was meeting for the first time, so he was curious.

‘Did you say he was a Hong Kong Terminal Terrorist? Fool.’ 

It was true that he wondered why he did that. He throws words without showing emotion. “What?” 

“Are you a prisoner?” 

There was no reason to come all this way and keep it a secret. He affirmed this with silence. “I have a question about you.” 

“Are you happy with your body now?” Whoa, that was a pretty novel question. Even among the very few civilians who knew his identity in the past, no one had asked such a question. 

William spoke after rolling his eyes for a moment. “It’s not that I don’t like it. But I feel like I want to experience other race bodies as well.” 

For example, trolls, or, perhaps impossible, ‘dragons’. 

“This voice. You are human.”

“For now, my body is like that.” 

“Since you say you have never experienced another body, you must have been using only the human body until now.” 

“Well, yes.” 

“But is it tolerable?” 

“Rather than having to endure it, I don’t have the reluctance to endure something in the first place.” 

The dragon’s expression changed dramatically. “·········?!” 

William didn’t have much experience facing dragons. He had a mission to chase dragon criminals in the first dimension, but at that time he was excluded because the team was mainly composed of senior inmates. 

Anyway, reading the dragon’s expression was not easy for him. Nonetheless… 

‘I really like that right now, right?’ 

There was no room for misunderstanding. That dragon, who used the name ‘Leo’ on Earth, was very happy right now. There came a voice full of excitement and anticipation. “Okay. It’s not to the point where I can’t stand it, and if it’s not to the point where I can’t stand it, that’s okay. The prisoner is happy.”

What? Wait… He felt dumbfounded by his answer. 

Kek! There was a sound, and it seemed that it was transmitted through the microphone as it was. “Was that not it?” 

“Crazy, what bullshit is that?” 

“That is a happy life. for me. By my standards.” 

“I don’t think I get it, but anyway…” 

“How are you? I did some research, and of course, there are so many secrets in that field that believe it or not, at least there is a story that not a single inmate has committed suicide. Is that right?” 

William searched his memory. Anyway, at least one.

‘Huh?’ 

No. Wasn’t it? At least, it was not among the cases he encountered. Inmates who passed away due to an accident overflowed, but no one who made an extreme choice during the confinement period could be found. ‘Rather, there was such a man after he regained his freedom.’ 

William remembered a colleague from his first outpost. Nicknamed “Mother of All” and loved by the people of the Republic, she committed suicide as soon as she regained her freedom. Her sobs echoed in his ears. 

– Sorry. sorry. sorry. 

The committee was silent, but those who were colleagues guessed the inside story. However, she couldn’t bear to fathom those feelings of hers. What kind of feelings did she feel when she realized that she was the one responsible for drowning the people she had dedicated her 300 years of imprisonment to save, into that miserable hell in the first place? 

“Of course, I admit that happiness was an overstatement. It’s a language trick. Better than this though. Come to think of it, even free people aren’t always happy, are they? Living anyway is an abyss of misfortune, and in the meantime, we endure by basking in the brief sunlight. That’s enough.” William thought he would feel anger at one point. However, he looked back at himself. ‘No, what. I’m just paying for my sins. It’s not like I’m going crazy because I don’t want to do this right now.’ 

Did one ever hate working? The more one worked, the closer they got to freedom. It was to repay karma through work. “Still, it’s not to the extent that it can be done on its own. I just can’t understand you.” 

“I have heard that as time goes by, mental problems develop. But that’s at least hundreds of years later, right? I haven’t even lived a hundred years yet. So it’s better than where you are now. All it takes is a dragon.” 

It then became quiet. “So, how many hundred years did the prisoner who was said to have escaped last? Do you know?” Leo asked in an unexpected tone. 

“At that time, he said that he had passed 700 years, so now he must have passed 800 years.” 

“Have you ever met someone?” They had worked together at Ashtal, with whom she had recently corresponded. William informed the other party of the district assignment several months ago. He expressed hope that this time he would receive a troll body, and he even grumbled about the reason why he was not giving dragon bodies to prisoners. Until then, he hadn’t expected this to happen. 

“We worked together. At the time, his name was ‘Cain’.” 

“Ah, okay.” 

“He used a strange name here. Let’s see…. Yes, ‘Ye Minjun’.”

“Yes? What did you say?!” 

Watching the dragon’s face change in an instant, prisoner William stirred. He didn’t know what kind of expression that was. 

*** 

While waiting for someone whilst situated in the dark, Minjun replayed the conversation. ‘Minjun, but I still have a few questions. Looking at the contents of his will, it seems that Rod put a lot of meaning into his heart. But is it really a game-changing weapon in the fight against the committee?” 

“There is another mystery. This mysterious cube you left me.’ 

In the meantime, he saw a spirit body flying in from afar. Looking at him, Minjun recalled what Jenkinson said right before they parted ways. ‘I have one last thing to say. The people you cared about tried to protect somehow. so as not to be harmed by the committee. By the way, I’m sorry. I couldn’t possibly find one person.’ 

‘Oh, that guy? Don’t worry.’ 

‘What? No way?!’ Minjun looked at the object Jenkinson was so worried about. There were two reasons why the dragon, which had Korea as its territory, was deeply concerned. However, it was because he was also considered a ‘person of Minjun’. Second, no matter what the contents were, the shell he was using was a dragon. 

= I came to know about the structure, agent. 

“Okay, I think that’s enough.” 

The Rare’s owner, Roybert, alternated between Hong Kong and here these days, and today he was staying here just in time. The dragon ran as a candidate for Lord elections and was classified as a pacifist. 

His main theme had been ‘Let’s not induce a situation where the value of assets held by dragons on Earth collapses by breaking the peace agreements.’ He was also the type of dragon that Jenkinson predicted early on was voting against everything that Jenkinson, a strong candidate for the championship, was claiming and that even if ghosts later testified, he would be the one to vouch for their lack of credibility.

‘Jenkinson will set the tone for the dragons to help me. I’m helping Jenkinson.’ 

He held an ink-colored sword in one hand and a silver frying pan in the other. Then, he advanced toward the owner of the Rare. ‘Come on, Robert. It’s time to eat.’