The Foreigner on the Periphery

The origin of the name Theo was Theodor, which meant gift from God, and Christiansen, which meant son of a Christian.  

By the time he was born, the power of traditional Earth religions had not been the same as before, but the traces that permeated the culture remained intact in his name. Born as a child of a devout Christian, which was hard to find now, he used to fall into narcissism to the point where he thought his talent was truly a gift from God.  

Also, paradoxically, he had performed very well in mocking the providence of God.  

‘The, Theo! What the hell is this… Oh, Lord! What have you done?!'  

As a warlock, he took pleasure in making the dead walk, and his ultimate goal was to free himself from the fear of death. He chose Orcs and goblins as sacrifices, although not because he harbored a personal hatred for their race. When hatred of the weak was widespread in society, even those who were not genuinely angry with the group could easily wield violence. He chose them because it was easy and convenient to scapegoat someone whom society cared less for, and one that the police would not devotedly protect.

Theo Christiansen was also like that, if one had to classify it. In addition to this, his violence was realized by sacrificing the opponent as a black magic sacrifice or consuming it as a zombie.  

‘Yes, I’ll give you food for free. I can even arrange a job for you! Please follow us.’  

NGOs continued to raise their voices and demand an investigation into the disappearance of goblins across Europe, especially in Eastern Europe, but the government did not listen.  

They began to move after a significant number of orcs began to disappear, causing serious concerns among construction, agricultural, and fishing workers. Theo and his followers, who were overconfident, had crossed a narrow line. They kidnapped and killed far more people than the extraterrestrial races killed by the Human Rights Solidarity during the same period.  

‘It’s here! Theo Christiansen is here!'  

After a chase involving the Elder Dragon, the Oslo school he led was destroyed, and Theo began a long life of refuge. In the meantime, his research did not stop, and he was able to forge a pretty good partnership with the Human Rights Solidarity.  

Their destinations were different, but their paths overlapped. Because both needed the blood, pain, and corpses of non-humans. In addition, Theo did not forget his grudge like a warlock, and immediately applied when he was informed that ‘he' had joined as the bodyguard of Princess Vermi.  

‘I am in charge of this. You won’t be disappointed.’  

It was a good opportunity to get revenge on someone who wouldn’t be cool even if he ate flesh and chewed bones alive. Moreover, the Red Dragon, who looked after him, was also not on Earth, so this situation was literally like a ‘gift from God.'  

It should have been an easy profit!  

Bang! Bang! Bang!  

Flames, acid solutions, and black clouds burst out of Theo Christiansen’s hands non-stop. The assassination of a princess with a crocodile head over his shoulder was second to none for him.  

There was that vicious quarter elf who wrapped his body in a shadow monster and ran away incessantly. that foe. It was his dream to catch him and torture him until he was asked to kill him. He had been charged with black magic until he was overdoing it for today. In the past month, the blood did not dry out on his fingers, and the screams of the sacrifices fell like scabs in his ears.  

However, by the way… "Hey, why aren't you dying?"  

The blonde man screamed. Something is wrong with this.  

‘How many sacrifices have I made so far!'  

Every spell cast on Minjun proved to be useless.

At first, he didn’t think that the curse would work. If the Black Magic sects were subdivided and ranked, the opponent was the most powerful Witch Doctor in the world.  

Among the warlocks who had surpassed a certain level in the first place, status ailment magic did not work. However, it was strange that even the physical magic that was pouring out now didn’t work.  

And to make such an overwhelming difference… Yes, it was a gap that Theo himself would only see when playing with a Warlock who had been around for about 10 years. It couldn’t be, but it felt as if the opponent had pierced through all his spells.  

What was crazy and crazy was that most of them were Theo’s ‘original’ spells, which he had never done anywhere else. It felt like being harassed by a demon.  

Paah!  

Another order now had collapsed in vain. Before he could even speak English properly. Theo could not have guessed that most of the spells he prided himself on created with ‘ingenious and genius ideas,' from Minjun’s point of view, were too many to get out of the tedious framework.  

The fact that his ‘surprising discovery’ had been witnessed and passed by many aliens long ago… Minjun began to think calmly.  

‘Slowly, his strength is going down.'  

Now, it was time to put an end to it.  

Whoops! A mountain-like momentum burned behind him. A black, blazing shadow monster calls out. Seeing this, Theo’s eyes were full of despair.

"What the hell have you done!" Agents were not allowed to make sacrifices. It was beyond my imagination to gather that much power in a self-sacrificing way.  

He then cried out in a voice full of inferiority and anger. "You bastard! Did you even sell your body to a dragon?!"  

‘What’s that, asshole?’  

Minjun drew a diagonal line while snorting his nose. As it cut through the air, shells of shadows began to fall. Theo got scared upon seeing this and began to run away. He wrote evil as if he still didn’t understand.  

"What did you get from the dragon that you are still alive while using this kind of magic!"  

It was undoubtedly because he flirted with the dragon, crawled like a dog, and did all sorts of dirty things, that he received a special artifact. He couldn’t even guess what it was, but perhaps he could guess what it was?

It was easy.  

"Yeah, pretending to be stubborn, self-proclaimed… Is black magic that sacrifices others illegal?! What is the difference between you and me in the first place?" Theo put blood on his neck and poured out his spell like a chorus.  

Of course, none of them touched Minjun. Something was definitely wrong. Minjun’s power was not so great when he encountered him in a European sweeping operation. At the time, he asked Theo, because he didn’t have to show his strength in front of several elders. It was only natural.

‘This is wrong!’  

He thought he could kill. Unless one would have an Elder Dragon by your side.  

Whoops!  

His black claws brushed past. Minjun’s attack was getting closer and closer. Theo felt that the magical power he had been intensively accumulating for today was slowly showing off.  

Nothing went the way he would expect it to be, and nothing went the way he wanted it to. He cursed Minjun.  

"Black magic is the art of killing and sacrificing someone to complete it! Self-sacrificing black magic? How long do you think it will last if you cling to a dragon and live by anomalous means! Being bound by frugal morals and denying the identity of black magic? I’ll just keep repeating self-destruction like that! How much longer can you live that way?!"  

Minjun snorted again. He also scoffed at the old memories that suddenly jumped up unexpectedly. "Black magic… was originally designed to be used like this, you idiot!"  

Another black mist rose from the wound he had cut himself with the stone knife, filling him with power. A certain determination flashed in Theo’s eyes when he saw that.

"Wow!"

There came gloomy laughter. And after a very brief silence…  

“Okay? If so… I’ll give it a try too. That ‘sacrifice'!" At that moment, Theo Christiansen’s reason fell apart.  

***  

Doo doo doo doo doo!  

"Stop it!"  

"Aww!"  

While Minjun confronted Theo, the intact agents escorted the princess and her attendants and moved closer to the jumpship. Blair, who had to enter the emergency leap code, was of course accompanying him.  

Poison was everywhere, so a large amount of detox scrolls was consumed before leaving the building. Stan’s physical abilities were, as they were told, outstanding. Even though none of them had this ability, the agents had to work hard not to fall behind them as they sprinted.  

In particular, the princess’ running ability was astonishing, and it was questionable as to how she could run so fast with an outfit that seemed to imitate the characteristics of the Earth’s wedding dress and mirror ball. Of course, the agents could not hang on to the question for long.  

This was because zombies were coming from all sides. They all replaced them with various abilities, and the ones who killed the most undead were the trolls and Carl Hood.

‘Fire Bullets!'  

He gave the 20mm machine cannon a supernatural attribute with his main skill, enchantment magic.  

Aim, fire! Doo doo doo!  

A heavy roar could be heard. The moment when a bomb that vomits more than ten rounds per second hits a zombie.  

Whoops! Whoops!  

The wounds left by the shells did not end with penetrating wounds. Everything in sight burned with a cold light. Zombies struggled in the flames that swirled to and fro like a storm.  

However, the movement did not stop completely.  

‘Up to fire resistance?! What kind of madman can make a zombie so strong!'  

The troll immediately changed its attributes and began to enchant it again. The shooting that followed immediately after ‘Shot!' had a distinct effect. The moment each shot hit by the rapid-firing machine gun, a shower of light swept around him like a claymore.  

If that swarm had been an ordinary creature, it would have been a massive attack that would have cleaned it all up in a matter of seconds. This was because he could feel the magic of Carl Hood being sucked out in real time.  

See you! Kyaaaah!  

Torn flesh and shredded bones flew. There were still screams and wriggling, but at least it prevented them from coming this far.  

"Kill me! Well done!”  

"I love you, Carl!"  

Cheers then erupted from among the agents. However, that joy was short-lived.  

"Damn it, how many calls have you gathered?!"  

Beyond that, it came again from farther away. A wave of zombies.  

"I can't stand like this for long! Get ready to jump fast!"  

"Agent!"  

Blair was the one who saw Carl Hood’s sudden collapse.

Because he was a troll, he gave up the detox scroll to other races, including the Stanians. In such a situation, the troll’s spirit of sacrifice and concession was demonstrated to the extent that it reacted like a machine.  

However, as long as they had been exposed to the poison for such a long time, the troll’s body was definitely bound to suffer. Their regenerative and detoxifying powers were not limitless. If that was the case, the troll should have become the strongest creature that could stand shoulder to shoulder with the dragon now.  

"Here, Agent-sama into the jumpline!"  

Even if one were to have to go through the frying pan, the gestures made sense. The strong Stans lifted the troll’s body and carried it into the jumpship. She also entered her body inside her.  

‘If this happens, even if we have to come back later, we all have to go to the Gelanco dimension!'  

With that in mind, she headed for the unmanned cockpit.  

"!"  

Her moment stopped her feet.  

"What?!" As if puzzled, the attendant began to ask with hand gestures.  

At this, Blair Campbell’s face turned white.

“This · · ·” As soon as she entered this place, she heard something – a faint vibration from below the floor she stepped on. It was a sound very familiar to Blair.  

Below this was a cargo compartment. The contents of the communication with the committee came to mind. There was a big difference in weight compared to the previously reported cargo, so he had to report it again.  

‘

Of course, they had checked that there was no life reaction, but according to the original procedure, the Immigration Department must conduct a full cargo inspection before taking off. If it wasn’t for special circumstances like now, of course, she would have done that. Now the elf’s eyes even had an eerie light.  

‘Yeah, if I hadn't ridden it, I would have jumped like this!'  

Even at the Jenkinson Company, there was a fact that very few people know. They made special arrangements for all treasures stored in the car in case of loss. Of course, location tracking devices and magic markers were basic.  

However, such blatant measures could be easily detected and neutralized by those who stole. This was even more the case if one were talented enough to break through the barriers of old dragons.  

And so, Jenkinson and his entourage tried to outwit the potential criminals psychologically. It was a non-magical means, but without prior information, it was difficult to notice the label.  

This was so that a trained person could recognize that this object was a Jenkinson stolen property. The results of long-time secret research were applied, and every container that packed or stored the treasure stored in the rare resonates sensitively with a unique sound.

Even without hitting or touching, it responded to small sounds around it and became a sounding body itself. However, the sound pressure was so low that ordinary people could not hear it, and it was possible to capture it with a mechanical device, but it was also quite difficult to notice the hidden ‘meaning’ in the pattern without prior knowledge.  

Reversing that, dragons and elves with prior knowledge can recognize the sound. There were many liquids among the stolen treasures, and a few days was not enough to safely replace the container so that the contents were not damaged. This was because it was designed not to be easily disassembled as Jenkinson intended.  

The criminals would have had no choice but to move them back to their original courage. If you didn’t have enough time and you had to take it out  

‘Today!' Said the elf, who stood for a moment like a pillar of ice.  

"Cargo! I’ll check the cargo hold!”  

It wasn’t until one of the attendants grabbed her frying pan handle that she understood what she was saying. She then put on a look on her face as to what the madness was.  

"Are you in this situation now?! Are you crazy?"  

Even in the face of a crocodile that exposed her teeth and squealed, the elf did not give in to her claims.  

"Yes, I will! Right now!"  

"No, this is not the time! Come on, enter the code…!"  

Without hearing the rest of her, she took the frying pan away. It looked like sparks were pouring out of her eyes. He looked to see if any of the agents could help him, but Karl Hood, who had escaped into the jumpship, had already lost consciousness, and the rest were fighting the zombies outside.  

‘I can't let it go like this!'

Even if he was caught and killed by a zombie, he couldn’t do that. A person soon came to mind in her mind.  

‘Agent Ye Minjun!'  

He didn't know what the situation was right now, but it seemed like no one else could trust me at this moment.  

"I will get off!"  

The moment Campbell turned back to the door to which she jumped.  

"!"  

Something hot enough to pierce the back of her head. Her hair smelled of burning. Nociception drew its shape. It had been a while since the shells were poured out, and the cannon doors were still hot.  

She slowly pulled her body away and turned her head. There, Princess Vermi was glaring at her. The Stan was in a state he had never seen before, threateningly exposed her teeth.  

The princess growled, holding in one hand a 20mm cannon that even her troll should have held with both her hands.  

"Shut up and go key in the damn code, bitch." It was a surprisingly fluent English pronunciation.

***  

– Leap complete! Arrived at ‘Earth.'

– Have a comfortable trip to your destination.  

As soon as they arrived on Earth after a few hours of leaps and bounds, they heard the welcome sound of an artificial intelligence voice.  

Dell’s eyes lit up with a bright smile. She then said inwardly, ‘Wait! I’ll set you free soon!’  

Before opening the gates of the jump ship, according to a pan-dimensional treaty, ask the control center of this terminal for permission to open the gate. She spoke the official language of this world, which she had studied beforehand, in a somewhat awkward pronunciation.  

“Iced coffee! Here we repeat ‘DEL-2520.', here we are ‘DEL-2520.' Report completion of the leap and request permission to open the door. KRICN, please respond. KRICN, please respond…"  

It was strange. She didn't know, but this was natural. All the control center staff had already evacuated.  

"What's going on?"  

A few messages then came to mind when he touched the system control panel. While external communication was cut off, he was able to check the contents of the communication sent several times from the Earth side belatedly.  

In the process of preparing for Princess Vermi’s emergency escape, it was an attempt by the control center to set the time difference between outbound and inbound, just in case.  

As a result, it had not been delivered. She pondered, and she finally opened the door. She then hardened her body.  

"…Oh my God, what the hell is this?"  

There was a sea of ​​fire everywhere. A swarm of zombies then rushed in from afar, and various magic and special abilities were unfolding whether they were fighting a battle on the moored jumping ship in the outbound slot.  

“War?”  

Moreover, as soon as she opened the door, it was unusual for her eyes to be sore and her throat to be sharp. Seeing that the skin was exceptionally smooth, it looked like it had been sprayed with nougat-soluble magic poison.  

"Mister, make sure to remove your makeup." She grunted and gestured to her.  

At that moment, all toxic substances within 1 km nearby evaporated cleanly. Of course, her face had only a little bit of makeup on her face, but there were no other noticeable abnormalities.  

“Uh?!”

As she looked around, she saw a man enter her line of vision. "Why…why are you here?!"  

She had no choice but to call it fate. The world then began to flow in slow motion. Everything else around was turned to black and white, and only one shone in vibrant, natural colors.  

It was dazzling. Far away, a man crossing the sky. tightly closed lips. eyes full of determination. His movements were relentless.  

The moment she saw him, her lungs tightened and her heart pounded. "Did you come to meet me? How do you know?!"  

He was going to keep it a secret, but he was going to surprise you. In the eyes of Dell who was grumbling like that, she saw ‘something' rushing next to Minjun.  

"?!"  

Understanding the situation was quick. She, too, was once a prisoner, and she had been on the front lines of battles and nasty situations. Minjun was fighting right now.  

However, that opponent…  

"How dare that filthy thing!" Her moment of joy soon faded.

Dell felt a fierce rage that seemed to boil over her five internal organs, her eyes flipping over.

With that, the whole world went dark.