Hunted by Characters I Drew!!

"Don't try to stop me! I'm going to City H to find my wife!" 

"Are you insane? Your wife? That's clearly 'my' wife!"

"Dream on! Did you even see those two dragons? Instead of finding a wife, you should feel lucky if you don't get roasted alive!"

The internet buzzed with heated debates, especially among fan groups, each staking their claim. At the forefront of this frenzy were the fan club members of Gilgamesh. 

As the first person to have a dedicated fan club in the main world, Gilgamesh's followers were particularly fired up.

A devoted fan exclaimed, "Ah! Did the descendant appear again? I wonder where our King of Uruk is right now!"

Another chimed in, "No idea, but with our king's wealth, I'm sure he's living in luxury somewhere."

The captain of the Uruk Public Security Brigade suggested, "How about… we form a team and head to City H? What if we actually run into our king?"

While these discussions raged, onlookers—affectionately referred to as "melon eaters"—expressed hope that the live-streamers would get closer to the action.

However...

This was a battle between two 'dragons'! Who would dare to venture near? What if they were squashed like ants? How could anyone justify such recklessness?

And yet, there are always a few brave—or perhaps foolhardy—souls in every crowd. Among them was none other than Sengayashiki Hanarin.

As a horror game live-streamer, Hanarin had a higher-than-average tolerance for terrifying situations. Fearless (or reckless), she hopped on her electric scooter and headed straight for Alexander's villa!

Her audacity left her fans utterly speechless.

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"Oh my god! Hanarin! Stop! It's suicide to go there!"

"Yeah, Hanarin, don't do this! We won't watch the stream if it means risking your life—please come back!"

"She's doomed. There's no way Hanarin-chan is coming back alive this time."

"Someone call the police! What's the emergency hotline number?"

"Don't bother! Do you think the police could do anything against 'dragons'?"

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Despite the warnings and pleas from her audience, Hanarin had already reached the area outside Alexander's villa. Coincidentally, her own home wasn't far from his, but now all her attention was drawn to the battle raging in the sky above.

Boom! ROOOAAARRR!! Boom!

The two dragons clashed mid-air, their roars shaking the heavens. The collision of their fiery breaths created massive explosions, sending dazzling sparks into the night sky. Flaming fragments rained down like shooting stars, painting a strangely beautiful scene.

But no one had time to admire the fireworks. All eyes were glued to the battle above, filled with awe and dread.

Then suddenly, a massive fireball broke free from the chaos above and hurtled toward Hanarin!

As an ordinary human, Hanarin stood no chance against such a blaze. If it struck her, survival would be impossible.

For a brief moment, everyone watching the live stream froze in horror.

"Hanarin! Run!"

"Hanarin-chan! Get out of the way!"

"It's over… I told you not to go there!"

The audience was frantic, shouting at their screens in desperation. But no matter how much they yelled, their voices couldn't reach her. They could do nothing but watch helplessly as events unfolded.

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At that moment, Hanarin, frozen in place, stared blankly at the fireball hurtling toward her. It was as though her body refused to move, much like someone paralyzed by fear in the face of an oncoming car. The fiery sphere was seconds away from consuming her.

"Am I… really going to die here? How can this be?! I don't even have a boyfriend yet!" Hanarin's face was filled with despair. But what could she do? She was just an ordinary person, powerless against such overwhelming danger.

And then, just as all seemed lost, a figure appeared in front of her.

It was a man, dressed casually in a nightgown, his appearance youthful and strikingly good-looking. Hovering in mid-air, he raised a hand toward the fireball. With a casual wave, the fiery mass that had threatened to consume Hanarin dissipated into harmless sparks that vanished in the night sky.

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stunned silence.

The audience, who had braced themselves for the worst, were left speechless.

"What… just happened? Who's that guy? And what happened to the fireball?"

"I don't know! How would I know? Do 'you' know?!"

"But… he's so handsome!" someone commented.

"Calm down, fangirl. Does anyone recognize him? Is he from an anime or movie? I feel like I've never seen him before…"

"20 years old otaku here. Nope, I don't know him."

"Ten-year otaku veteran here. I don't know him either."

"Thirty-year anime addict here. I have no idea."

"Hold on—who's even been an otaku for thirty years? Stop lying about your age!"

"So… who 'is' this guy?"

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For a brief moment, the audience was consumed by speculation. To them, Alexander—powerful, strikingly good-looking, and seemingly stepping right out of a fantasy—must surely be one of the mysterious descendants they had heard about.

But Alexander, floating calmly in the air, let out a sigh. 

"It seems… I won't be able to keep this a secret anymore," he murmured.