The Foreigner on the Periphery

Princess Vermi was deep in thought as she looked at the unusually slow-looking elf. She looked at her blonde hair, which was plentifully dropped down exactly below her shoulders.  

‘Isn’t it okay if I just peel her hair off her head like this?’  

This irrational idea popped in her head out of the blue. Blood had begun to drip down her face, and in her panic, she had forgotten about the code She thought that the spirit world of an elf was like a castle built with sand, compared to the calluses and muscles in Stan’s mind. As such, their people had been subjected to severe abuse for many years.  

‘I will liberate them all soon!’  

Today, Gelanco taught little about pre-tribal history, but the royal family was different. Her mother secretly taught the ancient history, an education that was forbidden to ordinary people.

‘Don't forget, Vermi. We were the owners of the Gelanco dimension. This world belonged only to Stan! All races except us are filthy invaders!’  

After contacting the committee, everything had been turned upside down. The first one wasn’t bad. Immigrants migrated over the centuries, and Stan received several gifts from the Commission in exchange for refugees and asylum seekers. These included the technology to control the unfertilized egg-laying cycle and drugs to increase the purity of gold.  

And today, many years later, most Stans were unaware of the gift’s existence. This was because they knew that their bodies were like this from the beginning.  

‘It's all wrong. We must bring it back!'  

However, there was no hope in the original world. Immigrants were numbered at a frantic pace in the Gelanco dimension, and after winning the tribal war, they took control of politics, economy, and military.  

Meanwhile, their lives were ruined. Women’s suicide rate was 15 times higher than men’s because of the trauma and fear of giving birth to an infertile egg once a day. The size of the egg was also much larger than before, so the pain was unbearable.  

On the other hand, while producing unfertilized eggs every day to meet the quota, she could not give birth at the time she wanted. Apart from the production of offspring, contact with the males itself was cut off. This was because they had not been able to modify the characteristics of stopping ovulation for several decades when a fertilized egg was born.  

The invaders wanted more gold. It was hoped that production would not stop. As a result, what the Stan women had to endure was a life in which reproduction was controlled and childbirth was forced. They knew they had to escape.

‘I recommend Earth as an asylum dimension. It’s exceptionally easy to pierce there. There are already success stories.'  

An immigration broker who had contacted the top secret recommended a dimension that had just started exporting gold. Earth.  

‘What nonsense is that?! In the first place, it’s all because of the committee… Do we have to lobby the committee to escape from Gelanco?!’  

‘The past is the past and the present is the present. The princess’ ancestors made a fair deal with the committee at the time. All group immigration was carried out under the rulership of that dimension at that time. After that, what happened in Guerlainco does not need to be held accountable by the committee,’ said the broker with a laugh.  

‘And in the current situation, isn't it difficult to openly emigrate on the water anyway? If they are found out by other races, they will go back in vain.'  

In all actuality, he was right. They couldn't just let Shutan lay the golden eggs. External pressure had to work for this plan to succeed, and information should not be exposed until everything was ready.  

‘So, if you pay a reasonable price, I will lobby the committee in top secret.'  

It didn't matter that the Earth's climate was harsh on them and that many parts of society had to be ripped and fixed to get Stan. Even if the environment was not perfect, one would have to adapt. In addition to this, the cost that Earthlings had to bear in order to receive them…  

‘Anyway, it's something we've been through once!' Vermi thought sincerely. Compared to Stan’s suffering, the situation that the indigenous people of Earth were experiencing right now was nothing more than hemostasis.  

Because of this, there was no need to feel guilty. ‘What's wrong with those who can afford to make some concessions!'  

And so, Vermi, who had been preparing for earth migration under the water for a year, finally got a call from an immigration broker. They were asking them to help with one thing so they can finance the lobby.  

The content seemed very simple. The jump ship to be brought to Earth in the name of the Princess was to be used for the regular run of various items. In addition to this, her first destination was Korea, where she would go to receive her deliveries.  

***  

Minjun, who was watching the swarm of insects being absorbed through the black hole, turned his eyes without realizing it. There was a strange movement that caught his attention.  

‘What else is that?!'

This was a form that did not collide with objects in the physical world but penetrated and approached like a ghost.  

‘Spirit?’  

However, his appearance was unusual. The six flapping wings were too small for the body. The neck was also incredibly short, and the head-to-body ratio was almost 1:1. It was a second-class figure that proved to be quite difficult to exist in reality.  

Throughout the silhouette, almost no angles were visible, and the shape of the flesh soon arose. Twelve dazzling pupils were densely arranged on the face with its cute teeth exposed.  

It was an unrealistic appearance that was distorted by applying a bizarre delusion to the dragon’s body, and Minjun seemed to know what kind of dragon it was modeled on.  

‘Jenkinson?!'  

The spirit approached him, unable to hide his embarrassment. The magician’s sensitivity seemed to be at a poor level. The speed of flying was also slow, and only after narrowing the distance was only the psychic wave flowed.  

There was no comparison with the spirit of Lakefield.  

=Help!=  

In the twists and turns of that thought, Minjun felt someone’s trace. someone he knew.

=Now, Princess Vermi…!=  

With thoughts emitting at the speed of thought. Recognizing this, Minjun’s expression hardened.  

‘That crocodile?!’  

Where he had looked, he could see the jump ship trying to jump across the dimension and into another parallel universe.  

Wow! Supportive! Blue lightning struck around the outbound slot, and sparks splattered. If it hadn’t been for the spirit’s whisper, Minjun would have left the boat to escape.  

That was because that was the purpose. For Princess Vermi to safely evacuate to the original dimension. Beyond simply letting go, it was also a mission to stop those who tried to interfere.  

However, now, everything had been turned upside down.  

‘Did you deceive everyone?!' The spirit seemed to say. There were traces of items stolen from the Bukhansan warehouse that were detected in that cargo compartment!  

"!"  

However, Minjun stood there. After absorbing all the swarms of insects, the black hole disappeared. The monster that covered the sky also disappeared. The area of ​​the disappeared things was large and spacious, but the silhouette of the newly appeared figure was small and compact.  

Minjun realized the first time in 100 years that accidents stopped when people were too surprised. No, he could have gone back in time. This was the first time he had felt such extreme fear since starting his life as a prisoner.  

It felt like his heart was freezing and it was falling down and crushing his stomach.  

“Hi?” The world, which seemed all-natural to Minjun’s eyes, began to turn gray from one point. The change, which dyed everything gray, spread like a plague along the woman’s steps.  

In her cruel image, her familiar face smiled. purely. Dell then promptly greeted Minjun. "Though decades have passed, are you still the same?"  

While saying so, she was wearing a battle suit familiar to her eyes. This had been Dell’s outfit when the two first met.  

"…"

After a very brief silence. The man who saw his ex-wife, who was entangled in a bad relationship for the first time in several decades, spat out hard words.  

"……Endelion? You said you were Endelion?" Endelion. Dell.  

It was quite awkward for it to be a coincidence. The pseudonym he chose to live as a prisoner seemed to have an intention.  

‘But all memories of identity would have been erased?'  

Minjun felt that the long-standing questions were now resolved. In a previous dimension, Dell never attempted to directly kill Minjun, and never explicitly confessed her murder plan. However, he found out about her plan through interrogation close to her 20s and reported it to the committee. Although she had no physical evidence, Dell was immediately quarantined from Minjun because she obtained testimony that could make deductive inferences.  

However, she continued to carry out her duties as a prisoner after that, and she was sent to another dimension, where she paid for her crimes and was released without a hitch. There were a number of reasons why Min-un was so startled when he heard the news of Dell’s early departure, but he also wondered that “the crime of trying to damage the committee’s assets” had been treated too lightly.

‘Now I see why.’  

Her race was answering a number of questions.  

‘It was a huge gold spoon… Dell.'  

This was not good news for Minjun now.  

"It's been a really long time. Is not it?”  

No, wait. Now was the time… Minjun turned his eyes and looked at the leap line. If it stayed like this, the princess would eventually jump to the Gelanco dimension, and it would then be impossible to find the cargo again. Her complicated brain was revealed in facial expressions, and Dell seemed to have pulled out only the reasons she could guess from there.  

"Are you surprised? Yes, I was, Endelion. Are you a little shy?"

The two eyes looking at Minjun seemed to wander through a dream. Her voice trembled, almost as if he couldn't control his pounding heart. "I feel it only after I regain my memory, but the human body is a little uncomfortable. Still, I deliberately chose this one."  

Yes, she had guessed.

Dell is still there. "These clothes too." The redness of both cheeks grew more intense. Shame on the topic.  

"I did some basic tuning for this body, but… Are there limits compared to the original body?"  

Looking down at the arms disguised as human beings, the gaze began to glide for a moment. However, as if not to miss it for a long time, his eyes quickly returned to their original positions and scanned Minjun’s entire body.  

"The color of the world seen with these eyes is too monotonous, UV rays cannot be seen, and the geomagnetic field cannot be felt. The electromagnetic field emitted by living things is just irritating, the audio frequency range is too poor, and the sense of space becomes dull…"  

He listed the shortcomings of a humanoid body like that.  

"But as soon as we got off the boat, I was able to find you right away. At that moment, all the senses became vivid and clear."  

‘If it was a dream, I wish I would have woken up at this point.’  

“I’m afraid now if this is a dream.”  

Regardless of their mixed wishes, this situation was not a dream.

It was sad that there was enough reason left to confirm it. The reason for this urged Minjun. He didn't have time to relax like this.  

"Hey Dell, I'm sorry, but can we talk about it later?"  

With that, Dell made a genuinely hurt expression on his face. “That is unfair.”  

Minjun's eyes merely trembled. ‘You're truly crazy!'

"It's been a long time since we met, can't you focus on me, even for a moment? Just for me." Leaving Dell alone here and running towards the jumpline was counterproductive.  

He shook his head desperately. ‘In such a case, you should either respond calmly so that Dell doesn't get excited… or, conversely, get excited about something else.'  

His eyes swung to the jump line once more. Meanwhile, Dell was keenly observing how Minjun’s gaze moved. He must have already noticed that his nerves were focused on the jump line.  

‘I can't give you any other excuses!'

He exclaimed, pointing with his finger. “That jumpship, it’s about to escape to another dimension. You have to stop it!"  

Dell looked displeased. "You can take care of that later. The prisoners working in that dimension will take care of it. If there are no dispatchers yet, the committee will arrange them appropriately."  

Honestly, a more specific excuse was needed. In addition to this, it would be difficult for that excuse to be weak enough to prevent Dell from paying any attention to the jump ship.  

Conversely, he wasn’t excited enough to break the jump line entirely, as he did when he just wiped out a swarm of bugs. Just, stop that ship from escaping, and get so excited that Dell wanted to see with your own eyes who the hell was on the inside… or what was on there.  

‘What an excuse…!’  

The probability of ‘will it happen?!’ was quite a hassle to think about. After hearing this, Dell opened the shell of the jumpship.

However, he decided to walk with an expectation of 50% odds. Minjun exclaimed, “Dell, on that jumpship…”  

"What is it? Can we talk about what happened after a while?" Minjun frantically shouted at Dell, who was walking leisurely towards him.  

" · · · · · ·The person I love is riding in there!"  

With that, the expression on Dell’s face disappeared.