The Foreigner on the Periphery - Chapter 151

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After reading the letter, Minjun fell silent.

“Minjun?” Jenkinson’s voice cracked in his ears.

‘Rod, you know a lot more than I thought. Did he wake up to a secret and worry about it alone?’ Minjun could not guess the depth of suffering and solitude he must have experienced. Anguish of any kind could create hell in a person’s heart. On the outside, there was no brutal bloodshed or brimstone fire, but torture in a closed room under one layer of skin and one scale.

‘You are, really…’

Minjun also paid tribute to Rod’s courage. It must have been a brain-freezing fear. He did not turn away from it, nor did he share it with his own people to relieve the burden. Instead, he looked for something he could do. He sacrificed a large part of his life. He also did things for himself, but when he looked inside, his altruistic motives stood out. Not like a dragon. Truly, not like a dragon.

“…” Meanwhile, while inmate Minjun felt that way, his other half was showing conflicting reactions. His old self was very perplexed. This was because it was an unimaginable situation. How should one feel when an animal they once domesticated and ate was intelligent enough to send a letter insisting that they stop eating it?

Minjun felt that the time had come to face up to the concerns he had been putting off. ‘If my revenge comes true. When the day comes when all of this is over.’

The moment his people would wake up and everything went back to normal. ‘What should we do with dragons?’

However, Minjun’s memories and senses spoke. This was not the realm of absolute symbols. He swallowed. His throat was sore and painful.

“Minjun?” Jenkinson called again. Minjun turned his head and met his elder dragon’s eyes. Even in a polymorphed state, Minjun felt the main body’s gaze in his friend’s pupils. The sight of reality and the scene in memory were mixed.

‘Can I eat Jenkinson?’

It was a worthless question. ‘Why?’

Because Jenkinson was his friend. ‘Then, can I eat dragons that are not my friends?’

Was it fair to set the criteria for dividing edible dragons from inedible dragons based on one’s feelings? Was it right for their dignity to depend on Minjun’s affection?

Was it right that some dragons survived because they received Minjun’s attention, and some dragons didn’t, so they would get eaten? Minjun didn’t know.

He decided that must be the reason why. He might have changed his mind if he hadn’t read Lord’s letter. The appeal borrowed ‘human language’ moved Minjun. There was only one basis for insisting not to eat in the letter. Rod said he was appealing to the emotions he was feeling.

The horror he faced when he noticed the possibility that dragons could become food. The proud dragon pleaded, revealing its fear. He gave reasons not to eat dragons. ‘At least, I’ll have to find a way.’

If he were to retrieve more memories, he just might get a clue. Unlike when the primitive race fell asleep, dragons had already gained intelligence. And after reading the letter, Minjun saw a possibility from Rod. It was the same kind of possibility he had felt in Jenkinson.

That was why, at that moment in the distant future, Minjun set the rules for how he would behave. He swore to himself that he would search for how to avoid having to eat dragons.

***

The orc then asked. “How is it, has the future you saw today changed?”

The Prophet replied. “Nothing has changed. I still see the same scene.”

***

Kavite, Gedwig was suffering from an undiminished workload even after being promoted. He reviewed the report delivered by his newly chosen lieutenant. It was about dimension #33-790. It was news that the conflict between the three herbivorous races and one carnivore race living together in that world was intensifying.

“Turn the page.” The carnivores were outnumbered by thirteen. Herbivorous species regarded the act of eating animals as barbarism, despised them, and discriminated against them. Even though carnivores did not hunt and eat intelligent bodies, and only ate animals equivalent to cows or pigs on Earth, herbivores felt a terrible aversion to their eating habits.

As a result, meat-eating tribes were treated as second-class citizens in each country and suffered from a blatant wage gap. At least, politicians representing their voices were steadily elected to try to protect their rights, and social stability continued at a precarious pace.

However, the recent situation had changed drastically. “Lynching is on the rise against the Ketmas… so meat-eating tribes.” It was a prejudice to think that herbivores were weaker than carnivores.

“There are public hate crimes, street killings, and burning of their dwellings. But the media is not reporting it at all.”

“Funny. It’s not okay to kill to eat, but is it justifiable to kill and not eat?”

“The herbivore far-right group claims to save more animal lives by killing carnivorous species.”

Politicians representing the carnivore species were sacked or imprisoned in the conspiracy. Now they had lost hope of holding out at home. Eventually, the asylum was sought as a last resort, and the Commission intended to do its best to meet the demand.

“You finally contacted us.”

“Yes, they say they want to move as soon as possible.”

Of course, the residents of that dimension would not know until the end. If one were to trace back the path of support money delivered to herbivore extremist groups, they would eventually find a committee. The carnivore’s political group was generally anti-committee and rarely changed its mind.

He probably felt something instinctively. That was why there are often exceptionally good races. Whatever the reason, Gedwig knew the time-honored ways of dealing with groups hostile to the Council.

It cut solidarity and blurred the identity of a group. Under the pretext of practical constraints, they would not all migrate to one dimension. Migration would take place in phases over time, and the destination would be split into several locations. It was the most usable hand in a reality where the simple method of cleaning the tribe could not be chosen. Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at – “ ”

“So, what are the candidate places to relocate them?”

“Here it is.”

The adjutant handed over a string floating in the air. Looking at the list of dimensions that followed, Gedwig spoke disapprovingly. “Wait, why is dimension #93-111 in here?”

The adjutant didn’t answer right away and was flustered. Carbite missed his old aide. “What is the proportion of the natives of that dimension?”

The adjutant stuttered in reply. Carbite was more annoyed with his subordinates not being able to understand his intentions. Some questions didn’t require an answer. Instead, it demanded self-examination and reflection.

“Can’t you see the problem?”

“…”

Carbite yelled. “There are no humans, humans!”

“Yeah?!”

“Go through your memory. When we arrange mass immigration on a large scale, what was the existing ethnic composition of the new home dimension they were moving into.”

“Ah!”

The adjutant belatedly understood. “But it’s not explicitly stated in the manual…”

“Even if it’s not in the manual, everyone has a reason for doing that. Let’s organize the candidates again.”

“All right.”

As the downtrodden lieutenant disappeared, Carbite made a gesture equivalent to a deep sigh in human terms. It was then…

“This is amazing timing.”

A message from a subordinate he had been longing for arrived. Dotes was on Earth. He was there nominally to assist the Princess of Endelion. However, Gedwig had entrusted him with a secret mission. This was because she felt the need to attach a person of her own by her side.

Gedwig, who was examining the contents, muttered in a serious voice. “I have to report this right away.” He immediately asked for a face-to-face meeting with his immediate superior, the Great Commissioner from Carbite, and it was quickly accepted.

“I have something urgent to tell you. News from Earth.”

After a while, Gedwig was standing in front of the Grand Commissioner. “What is it? Gedwig.”

“The princess of Endelion is doing something strange.”

The Earth’s Dragon Lord died, and the princess was quite involved as the custodian of his body. Earth’s dragons couldn’t tell the difference, but in fact, it was their personal involvement, not their official duties as committee officials.

He didn’t even report it to the top. Upon hearing that, the Great Commissioner clicked his tongue. “You are doing something useless.”

The tone was unusually sharp, which puzzled Gedwig.

“What did the princess officially report?” Although his activities as a corpse manager were private, he had to submit regular reports as an official in charge of the district.

Carbite levitated its contents. Movements within the Earth related to the death of the Dragon Lord were described. Commissioner Dae also confirmed information related to Asif-666, which became the target of high-intensity tax investigations. It was a fact-oriented order that did not deviate from the public content that even the dragons of Earth knew.

“A dead dragon left a legacy to Asif-666?”

“I do.”

“And the dragon with the highest probability of becoming the next Dragon Lord…”

“A fire dragon that uses the name Jenkinson on Earth.”

The Princess’ analysis of that part was quite credible. After carefully reading Jenkinson’s profile and his past, the commissioner suddenly asked. “Have you secured that dragon’s blood?”

Gedwig was taken aback by the sudden question, but immediately checked the data. “There is not. But… I think I can get the blood of the dead Squadron Lord instead. If you contact the princess…”

“No, don’t contact me. We don’t need more of that dragon’s blood anyway.”

Gedwig understood the implications of the words. If you didn’t need more, it meant you already had it. The committee was collecting dragon blood for research purposes to keep dragons in check.

However, the high-ranking carbine stole some of it and Gedwig knew it was being used for a purpose. It is, of course, a secret to Endelion and other races. “Can I ask you something?”

It raised an old question. “What are we doing with that blood?”

There came a familiar faint smile. “Now that you’ve been promoted, I think you’re ready to separate yourself as a member of the Council from yourself as a member of your own kind. How is it?”

The question was whether he was ready to take a deeper look into the secrets of the Kavite, which should never be revealed to other races. Carbite replied confidently. “Of course, I am ready.”

The commissioner seemed satisfied. “Very good. Because from now on, I have something to tell you, but this is not an order as a member of the Great Commission, but as a first awakener of the Kavite race. And in order to practice properly, I think you need to know one thing.” He floated the video in the air.

“Look here.”

At this, Gedwig turned his head. The image of the Great Commissioner reflected the center of the dimensional world, the deepest source among them.

“Oh, this!” Carbite burst into admiration. And he said in a slightly trembling voice. “It’s so… beautiful.”

A crack had formed in the middle of the black outer space. From there, the most beautiful light in the universe ripples and flows. Before it scattered and evaporated, the magic tools prepared by the Mint gathered them. It was a piece of equipment commonly referred to as a mining machine. Carbite could hardly take his eyes off the brilliant flash of light. talent. “Yes, it is beautiful. It is beautiful and at the same time… so valuable.” The captain said why Gedwig knew. “Because it is the beautiful blood that guarantees us a life close to eternal life.”

He added in a deep voice. “Obtaining that was a truly great achievement. Isn’t it too much of a waste for a superior race like us to die after living a shorter life than the Balaur?”

However, it was a life close to eternal life, not eternal life. And in the process, it was accompanied by a lot of sacrifices. “But we cannot be content here. Because we know people who really enjoy eternal life.”

Gedwig agreed. “The primitive race…”

“The story we are going to tell from now on must never be leaked to any race other than the Kavite.”

“All right.”

“Gedwig, have you thought about it? What do you think is the real secret of eternal life they enjoy? There is no such thing as a permanent organ. Just as there is a limit to eternal life using talents, fuel must be constantly poured into the machine. Then, what is the fuel that gave the primordial race an inexhaustible life?”

Carbite couldn’t answer. He searched through his head, but nothing came to mind. The boss gave a hint. “So we paid attention to what they really ate.”

At this, the lieutenant laughed.

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