The Foreigner on the Periphery - Chapter 150

My name is Agger-Pishko-Kois-Halekiah-Lubray-Azel-Azel-Secnat-Kois-Ager.

Dragons these days find these names very old-fashioned and outdated. It’s only natural that it wasn’t a common nomenclature when I was born. My parents’ names were also in the same format, and there was no hesitation in naming me similarly. The two of you seem to have regarded the name as a fancy ornament. The longer it is, the better we can reveal our specialness. Yes, it is. My parents considered them and me special dragons of noble blood.

Originally, they were eccentric, although our people are notorious for taking pride in that way. It goes one step further from boasting that dragons are a superior race. Compared to the three of us, I had no doubt that the other dragons were inferior. It’s something different from the common dragons. The other dragons would be angry if they heard it, but the two of them were serious. I remember the story you told me over and over again. ‘Don’t forget. We are special dragons. You must not mix that blood with any other lowly hybrid dragon. You must keep your blood pure. It is our duty to keep the pure lineage.’ Unfortunately, we could not keep that up. When the two of you gave birth to me, the times had already changed, and the Balaur no longer cared about the color of scales and gave birth to children while making love.

It has even transcended its appearance and genus. A winged dragon combined with a burrowing dragon and a sea-swimming dragon with a fire-breathing dragon. Seeing that, my parents clicked their tongues, saying, “You do something despicable and disgusting like an animal,” but it was a trend that couldn’t be countered.

Moreover, there was a bigger problem. We no longer have special dragons like us. The blood is already mixed with everything.

‘Just because the scales are golden, not all dragons are the same. Take a good look. can you feel it, is something different?’

My father was right, though. I was able to tell by looking at similar dragons classified as gold dragons in the fire dragon. that we are different In the end, I didn’t find a mate until both my parents died.

***

I couldn’t believe it when I heard that both of my parents had been killed on the same battlefield. This war was not meant to last this long. Furthermore, the two dragons belonging to the oldest group in the dimension world should not become a life-threatening war.

Those braggarts called the Ancient Race were clearly inferior to us. I didn’t even have to be judged by a special dragon standard like me. Even by normal dragon standards, that was the case.

I remember that moment clearly. Everyone burst into laughter when they reappeared after disappearing for a long time and demanded that the dragons hand over their rule, insisting that ‘this was originally our land.’ The evidence they claim for historical rights is close to legends, superstitions, or oral fairy tales to us. In the first place, until the ancient race itself returned, they were treated similarly to the eater in adult stories, which was natural. To compare their attitude, it was as if they were insisting on handing over control once they had been assigned their own land in the creation myth, even though they had not actually occupied this land and could not pay the proper price for the land. It sounded like that to our ears.

In short, it was a story that sounded like bullshit. ‘I don’t know where he came from or what he did, but he sounds so ingenious and crazy.’ Furthermore, they were not as powerful as the legends portrayed them. Maybe the dragons had gotten too strong in the meantime.

‘Stupid things that don’t even know how to do it.’ The first war ended with a landslide victory for the Balaur. However, after disappearing once more after the defeat, they suddenly returned with ridiculous weapons and overwhelming technology. Contrary to everyone’s expectations, the Balaur were being pushed back on all fronts. The territory they demanded to return, now called the ‘center of the dimension’, was on the verge of being passed over.

It was such a time when the two died. Enraged by the news, I applied for the front line. Until then, I was fighting in the rear at the insistence of my parents, but there was no reason to stay there any longer. People of course welcomed it. You would have thought it was a waste to keep rotting a powerful dragon like me. However, the situation was already serious.

***

‘It is no longer time to choose the means!’

After much thought, the dragons gave up their pride and even drew blood to use as weapons. It was evident during the war that the majority of races, especially the ancient races such as the Carbites, showed a particularly severe resistance to dragon blood.

And so, we made a weapon out of blood. I remembered General Carbite, who was covered in blood all over his body, showing symptoms of poisoning, and screaming out of his half-consciousness. ‘I curse you, monsters with poison in their blood! We are just trying to get back what we originally had. Look what you have done to the world while we are gone! Dragons are contaminating other races with their venom. Dragons aren’t meant to live like this in the first place. You dirty beasts have a better way of life. That’s right…’

The general couldn’t finish his words. When the story of the ‘beast’ came out, the old dragon, a fire dragon, was already enraged and released a breath that gathered right before the chest exploded.

Carbite disappeared without leaving a single piece of ash. However, while the ancient race lost one general, we lost countless elder dragons in a trade-off.

The problem got worse and worse. The dragon-dominated races also betrayed the dragon and joined the ancient race. In each dimension, the way the Balaur treats other races has been described with expressions such as ‘abuse’, ‘exploitation’, and ‘blood squeezing’.

In the end, the war returned to the victory of the ancient races. A disgraceful agreement, a ceasefire agreement, and if you look at the reality, after going through a process close to a declaration of surrender, we came to live according to the framework they designed.

***

After the war, I was deeply troubled. The time of agony and wandering was not long. I’m a dragon who doesn’t like to waste time. The question that dominated my mind was this. ‘Why did we lose?’ Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at – “ ”

So, we analyzed the reasons for the defeat. The primary reason, of course, is that the ancient races returned with astounding technology. However, the internal disintegration of each dimension and the effectiveness of the spies contributed more to our collapse before we could afford a proper counterattack.

‘If the races we ruled had sided with the dragons, we wouldn’t have lost so easily.’

However, for most dragons, caring for and empathizing with their subjects was considered as difficult as picking stars in the sky. And so, I thought it was difficult enough that I could barely achieve it if I spent my whole life, but I didn’t have to spend time on it. They were not like the ancient races, who had a knack for pretending to care for them, or exploiting them so that the exploiters wouldn’t even notice.

However, I’ve known for a long time. I am different from other dragons. I’m not talking about the teachings that your parents repeat over and over again until the scales fall on your ears. I could relate. To non-dragon races.

***

I thought this was an important factor that would determine the future of the dragon race. And I noticed that my late parents also had similar tendencies, and I guessed that this was probably an innate factor. It’s because I could feel something different from the root to see it as an aftermath of education.

And so, I started researching my own blood. It was done secretly because this meant breaking the taboo of the Balaur society. The purpose was to find out why I was different from others. However, during my research, I came to a realization in a completely different direction.

‘Dragon’s blood… is strange.’

I was probably the first dragon to study dragon blood so seriously. Dragons are renowned for their mighty bodies and tremendous vitality. It is also notorious for some. Boiling and overflowing vitality. That’s the dragon symbol. Boiling and overflowing. yes, it overflows ‘The vitality that a dragon exudes throughout its life is so abundant that it will not be lacking even if it is used until it dies of old age.’

In fact, dragons do live for a long time. But are they immortal? No, absolutely not.

‘At this rate, my 10th-great-great-grandfather should still be alive. But no dragon lives that long.’

It was strange. Indeed, it was strange. This excess life force seemed to refuse to be absorbed by its owner. It just stayed in the blood and withered away when the dragon died. The Dragon Heart, which increases the lifespan of other dragons when ingested, did not extend the lifespan of the owner indefinitely. I found it so paradoxical. ‘Why should I evolve in this way?’

I couldn’t understand. The purpose of the existence of this overflowing vitality seemed only to stay in the blood. But I couldn’t stay focused on that part. This was because I found something even more shocking.

‘What the hell is this?!’ It was a half-success, a discovery that proved that I was special. However, it proved in a subtly different form than expected.

‘This is not a natural pattern. Someone… planted it intentionally.’ I was experimenting with stimulating my own hemolysis with magic waves. I mobilized all six brains and shot the pattern close to infinity. In the process, hemolysis reacted to a pattern created by chance. Artificial traces were a strong response.

‘Let’s dig a bit more.’ After that, I tried to make various magic patterns. How long would it have taken? It’s hard to count now. As a result of trying for so long, I learned more about the patterns in which my blood reacted.

The first thing I found was a fairly simple one. It got more and more complicated. A tedious experiment ensued. The task was a bit like making a dictionary for a language I had no idea about. It wouldn’t be too far off to call it an organic chemistry paleontology experiment. As the magic wave became more complex, not only text but also images popped out, which was helpful for research. So, having learned to some extent an unknown language unknown anywhere in the dimensional world, I couldn’t help but be astonished. The simplest string I’ve ever found. It had the following meaning.

-Livestock history management system information view

***

I am a dragon, so of course I don’t believe in God. Therefore, I did not consider what I found in my blood to be the work of God. That made it even more terrifying. In shock, I completely stopped eating and drinking and suffered. In my blood… Those who left this in the dragon’s genes were not gods, but they possessed god-like technological prowess. And they treated dragons as ‘livestock’.

Fighting the urge to stop thinking, I combined two new findings. One. Dragons are born with so much vitality that they themselves can’t use it all and die.’

And. ‘Two. There is an old being who treated dragons as livestock and raised them.’

The deductively derived results were straightforward. ‘We are animals that were originally raised as livestock. The unknown . . . ate us.’

The excess life force in our blood was not for ourselves. It was clearly an arrangement for someone else to drink it. Just as the ancient races were not fictitious, the Sauropods were not fictitious beings either. However, those who took the dragon as food were now hidden. I couldn’t believe that it had perished and disappeared. Much of the information in the genome suggested that. They seemed to have disappeared by their own choice. Leave us… the dragon alone.

But wouldn’t they ever come back? Or would they? I wasn’t sure. I remembered what the first thing dragons did when they woke up from hibernation. Even if they didn’t eat anything and slept, energy was still consumed.

It was only natural. Therefore, dragons fill their stomachs first after waking up. It fills up very well. I could see no reason to be sure that something similar would not happen.

***

You won’t be able to leave all of this in a letter. The message I want to write is simple. This is a declaration and a request. We are not beasts. I don’t know what it was then, but now we are intelligent beings with thoughts and feelings. Nevertheless, I am horrified to imagine how you, who has returned, will treat our people. In our modern society, there is a certain degree of agreement on how to establish the basis for recognizing a species as an existence that should not be eaten and the standard for granting dignity to the other party.

However, I’m afraid you won’t agree to that. We think we have the will to think freely and make our own choices. I feel joy and sorrow. It has always been evolving and will continue to evolve. We must be respected for who we are. You must not eat us. The more you study the traces left in the blood, the more you realize it. You have an advanced civilization that is incomparable to that of the ancient races. It is an existence that is not lacking to be served as ‘God’.

If you do return, I don’t know if that point will be in the near future or in the far distant future. Even then, if we still remain, you will be able to see with your own eyes the civilization that dragons have built. If so, wouldn’t they judge us as sentient beings and eat them? Or, wouldn’t that be very different from the gaze of the Orcs looking down at the still elaborate anthill? I don’t know. I decided not to share this fact with my own people, simply because they can’t afford the repercussions and confusion it will cause.

I hope you read this and change your mind. I hope you will face the emotions contained in this letter written in your language. We hope that you who will be compared to ‘God’ will understand us. I hope you will sympathize with me. You must not eat us.

Also, I am genuinely curious. Because of this, I would like to start the letter with a question.

Who are you?

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