The Foreigner on the Periphery

After Minjun headed to the Rare, Ha Eun-seong waited alone. No, strictly speaking, he wasn’t alone. 

=Please… let go…= 

=It hurts, it’s hard, it’s painful, ah…= 

He had the presence of ghosts who were struggling with each other. These were the alien spirits that Minjun tied here because they couldn’t be brought to the lair full of exorcism. 

Looking at them, Ha Eun-seong felt chills. After he died, he witnessed all sorts of horrible ghosts, but this was the first time he had seen anything like this. Looking at the aliens who changed their appearance just before their deaths, there were various ways of dying, but at the same time, he could feel a strange consistency. “Ugh!”

What was the story behind such hatred for aliens? ‘Agent… I couldn’t hold on to it for this long before.’ 

Could it be because of his talents? His employer (“Owner,” to borrow some nasty old dragon’s expression) was getting stronger day by day. The power to deal with ghosts was also the same. ‘But he seems to be unable to break through the barrier because he still has a specter.’ 

That was why he must have brought himself. In other words, Ha Eun-seong’s unique ability was an area that even Minjun could not imitate. The ghost was sure. That agent still needed him. 

‘In a way, it’s quite fortunate.’ 

Thanks to that, the two younger sisters were living a luxurious life. Sometimes they lived well and observed from a distance, but there seemed to be no problem except for the youngest half-Orc. Except for the hysteria about wanting to do plastic surgery like a human being. Ha Eun-seong knew that if it wasn’t for Minjun, the Elder Dragon wouldn’t have cared about it this much. However… 

‘When will I be able to repay this debt?’

He thought he should catch him and have a serious talk, but he was afraid to bring it up because he was so scared of Minjun’s atmosphere these days. ‘And how long will it stick to this body?’ 

The original owner of this body, an unknown dragon, still did not answer his call. Far beyond the month Minjun had promised, half a year was approaching. ‘Isn’t this really my body?’ 

As he asked himself, Ha Eun-seong felt mixed emotions. It was the first time he had been possessed for such a long time after death, and he was naturally getting used to the various pleasures that only living people feel. On the other hand, he was uncomfortable with being a Balaur, who hated this body. Even so… 

‘It’s so comfortable. As if it was my original body.’ 

It wasn’t like this at first, but as the days went by, he felt like he was wearing clothes that fit his body perfectly. Recently, as Minjun confirmed it again, he asked him several times, and Ha Eun-seong gave the same answer each time. 

– Rejection? Are you feeling crazy? No, there is no such thing. ······Ah, my shoulders do feel a bit numb when I fly because I gained so much weight, but these days I’m losing it little by little. 

From there, Minjun made an expression of disbelief, but what if it was true?

‘Still, this body is comfortable in many ways. I don’t know where I’ll be going soon, but it’ll be good for me to adapt.’ 

After bringing Ha Eun-seong to Hong Kong in a manner synonymous with kidnapping, Minjun notified. – I will finish a big job in the US within a week and fly away for a while. you are going too floating far away? 

Distance was a relative concept. In the end, only the North Pole or the South Pole remained, not only in Korea, but also in the United States on the other side of the globe. ‘With this body, no matter how cold I go, I won’t have any trouble living. Moreover, if you say ‘for the time being…’ 

After all, if it was Minjun now, it would be a distance that he could teleport to and from in an instant. 

*** 

=No, Yuntus. So, is it the story that the incarnation is coming to our dimension? Yuntus has just recited the message from the incarnation.=

 Hearing that, High Priest Ellahu-Praga put on a puzzled expression.

‘Hwasin wants to escape the persecution and suffering of this world and reside in the land of true believers for a while.’ 

= Avoiding the committee and stowing away? That can’t be possible! = 

‘Many people have already succeeded. In this group, all you have to do is guide the jump ship well at the destination terminal. The departure terminal problem will be resolved here.’ 

= Isn’t this different from other stowaways? According to the description, the committee will be looking for the incarnation with their eyes open and even military force, and since our dimension is still implementing a limited lockdown, it will stand out even more. = 

‘There is no other way. And isn’t it something our church should welcome?’ 

Yuntus objected, but the priest looked worried. ‘It was a planned procedure anyway. Lee Sang-hwa, who couldn’t find a way to transfer the divine blood from the church headquarters to Earth, has no choice but to go directly to the headquarters.’ 

Minjun had already instructed through Yuntus. He had to find a way to bring the talents he had gathered to the altar so far. However, the headquarters had not yet given plausible feedback. Minjun changed his mind. If he couldn’t get it from there, he decided to go on his own. In order to avoid the pursuit of the committee, it was killing two birds with one stone. 

Yuntus then asked in a suspicious tone. ‘But there hasn’t been too much without progress sharing?’

=Ah, that’s…= The high priest hesitated. =Anyway, it doesn’t look like the Hwasin’s request will go smoothly. I hoped, but the fear was becoming a reality.= 

‘What?!’ The priest repeated his words calmly. = 

‘Some of the priests are still hesitant. It’s not a disbelief about the identity of the incarnation. It’s just that it’s dry to dedicate all of your talents to him. Because of this, I don’t know what to do!’ 

It took Yuntus some time to calm his seething anger. Who did they dare suspect? The priest spoke as if making excuses. = It’s okay. If you look at the main altar now, both the priests who agree with the dedication and those who hesitate, the divine power is intact without change. =

Therefore, there was a very ambiguous part of the situation now. This was because both those who wanted to follow and those who hesitated were all fine. Yuntus, who had barely regained his composure, snorted. ‘The matter will soon be resolved. All doubts and disbelief will disappear the moment you see His Eucharist. The blood, like a cascade of water, will wash away cloudy judgment and false doubts.’ 

With this, he was confident. 

*** 

The Elder Dragon, Robert, used to get very angry when he heard people dismissing him as a pro-committee fan or a pigeon fan. He, too, was an old dragon who went through an old war. The committee naturally agreed to the racial and historical mission of being the enemy. The best race on earth cannot live oppressed forever, and peace would not last forever. 

One day, the power to control the universe must be reclaimed from the hands of a hideous race. ‘But…’ 

At the same time, Robert also thought like this. But… did he really need to do it ‘now’ or ‘I’? He recalled the words of his late Lord. Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at Novel Multiverse – “NovelMultiverse dot com”

-Robert, as you said, the unit of time we use to tailor the world is much longer and bigger than other races. But doesn’t walking the world longer mean a longer time to contribute to future generations? 

The Dragon Lord had insisted that ‘we now’ should make an effort to pass on a better world to his descendants. But to Robert, such claims always sounded like idle talk. Shouldn’t those who live in that future shoulder the responsibility for the future? 

Robert was convinced. You couldn’t ever beat the committee in this generation. The gap in technology that he witnessed firsthand was so extreme. 

He agreed. The dragon must strike back at the committee. However, that responsibility would be borne by the descendants. Not everyone had to try to fight. Shouldn’t some individuals, or some generations, try not to lose what they had now? ‘If you fight with ridiculous evidence, the result is a collapse in the value of the assets of the earth.’ 

Robert did not want this generation’s war. ‘A plot to weaken the dragon? What is Carbite? Sounds close to a delusion of a psychopath.’ 

It had been canceled in the end, but he read the secret materials pre-distributed for the Balaur meeting. From there, he laughed out of embarrassment.

First of all, the evidence was not good. It was as if there was no physical evidence of Carbite’s involvement, and all of them were testimonies of the subjects of the crime or those who were used as tools for the crime, and most of them had already died. ‘I know the ancient races are hateful and hateful, but this is too far-fetched.’

Carbite remodeling dragons? It was a setting that only appeared in absurd dwarf novels. 

“Well?” He was taken aback by the human who appeared in the room. This was the space he uses as a restaurant, so slaves could come in and out, but it was essential to obtain permission before entering. 

‘Is that bastard crazy?’ It was an unknown face. However, he seemed to be a cook, as he held a kitchen knife in one hand and a frying pan in the other. “What? I’m going to eat my meal today, so why a human chef?” 

Since he wasn’t an idle dragon enough to remember the faces of all the slaves in Lair, he didn’t have many doubts. He was just outraged by the rudeness. However, at the next moment, the anger turned to doubt.

‘No, wait. Is that frying pan supposed to be duck halcon? And the knife…’ 

The doubt soon turned into a sense of crisis. ‘Is that a human? I can’t feel anything… no energy!’ 

The black energy exploded behind the human’s back for an instant. “You bastard!”

 The dragon, which was waiting for a meal in its main body, tried to activate the forced ejection magic circle. Fighting within a rare was absurd. It also meant that he had already noticed that the other person was not an ordinary human being. If so, he would have crushed it with one order here without having to go out. By the way…’

Roaring! 

“No?!” A huge restaurant designed for dragons had been gone in an instant. In bewilderment, Robert looked around. Darkness encroached on all sides. He couldn’t see anything. 

What was crazier…

‘A teleport?!’ The transfer magic circle did not activate. At the same time, it felt like the senses of the Balaur, who had been closely monitoring their surroundings, were getting duller by the moment. 

To compare, it seemed that the darkness had condensed to create a sub-space and imprisoned him. It was impossible. 

Quarara! The old dragon twisted his body in anger. The brain in charge of magic spread dozens of spells in an instant. Spells with various attributes such as movement, analysis, destruction, protection, and distortion swept everywhere. 

However, there was no response. No target was crushed by the attack, and the spell that tried to interpret the darkness was silent. Attempts to escape somehow failed. It was then that a sharp blade dug into the nape of his neck. 

Sgung! Something stung, he said. The pain continued as if it were being burned. “Aagh!”

Gurgle! 

Goryong couldn’t easily define what he had felt for the first time in a long time. In the early days of immigration to Earth, a feeling he hadn’t encountered since the day he fought another old dragon to take away the territory sifted through. A deep pain that penetrated to the inside of the scales…

“Clarara!” 

Hook! Hook! Push! A sharp attack followed in the dark. Soon, the dragon felt similar cuts on the nape of its neck, the hollow under its wingspan, the gap between its tailbone and pelvis, its heels, thighs, and armpits. Each time he was stabbed, his vision then began to fade like a haze and then returned again. 

Gurgling! Air pressure in the dark was not normal. Blood gushed out of the wound like a burst of hot spring water. It disappeared like melting into a black stream. 

“…!”

Robert felt like he was suffering from an indescribable nightmare. It was clear that the enemy’s purpose was to incapacitate himself by taking a large amount of blood. 

And so, the dragon tried to strengthen its protection magic. However, the predator in the dark did not allow such leisure. 

Whiik! A human who appeared through the black fog at the speed of an arrow. The frying pan in his left hand split the black waves. The target was the dragon’s head. Robert’s eyes widened. 

‘No way?!’ The reason why he had to make a frying pan with Orihalcon… 

Bang! The realization of the purpose of the object came with a shattering pain in his head. ‘Dun…gi?!’ 

With the wide side of the frying pan, Minjun hit the top of the dragon’s head. Fragments of broken teeth flew out of the dragon’s tightly shut mouth. For some reason, blood flowed from his nose, and a fan-shaped depression formed on his head. It felt like a full blow from the right position, but in fact, it was accompanied by very sophisticated power control. 

Minjun thought again. ‘You mustn’t kill!’ 

Today, too, he engraved the promise of non-killing in his heart. 

Bang! Bang! Ting! Bang! He was beaten without mercy. One, two, three··· 

Check the guy’s condition, count the number of times, and hit him. The target area was the location of the brain. Indeed, the old dragon was different from the young dragon he had previously stunned in this way. He tried not to kill him and lost his strength, but he endured.

Minjun persistently focused on only one area and hit. ‘They’re having such a hard time because they didn’t feed them before!’ 

Bang! 

“Kareuk!” 

Bang! 

“Keck!”

Bang!

“Boom!” The dragon resisted and tried to bite it, but in the end, he had to jump up and dodged it. 

“Uh-huh, this bastard!” The shadow filled the void he avoided, condensed into the form of his hand, and slapped the dragon. Puck! 

“Quaaaaa!” Wiping the sweat on his forehead with a shadow, Minjun grumbled. ‘It takes a lot of work because you can’t solve it like in the case of Changchun or Raymond! Shit, I’m doing this for you guys after all! Now you can’t brainwash by stabbing or cutting. I wouldn’t be willing to eat anything at this state.’ 

=Hey… I’m not really arguing with you this time either.=

As the fight continued, the frying pan held in the other hand murmured. = Even if the dragon is an intelligent body… in the end, you just have to kill it? = 

While Minjun didn’t answer and knocked hard, in the end, the dragon caused a concussion in his sixth brain. Beetle! 

There was a gap in the staggering dragon’s body. The moment the magic resistance disappeared, the surrounding shadows stretched out their tentacles and wrapped around the dragon. It spread like veins, wrapped around his body, climbed up his neck, and dug into his snout and between his teeth. Then he forced his mouth open. 

‘No!’ The dragon screamed in the fading consciousness. He didn’t know what was going to happen, but he had a hunch that something terrible was going to happen. Like an old dragon, it was a very accurate premonition. 

*** 

“Ah, Agent. Have you been?” 

“Let’s cut right to the chase. Within today, two… no, three more must be defeated.”

“… ?!”