The Foreigner on the Periphery

The battle between the ancient dragons was a fusion of hand-to-hand combat and magic warfare. Jenkinson and Changcheon made full use of the strongest and most powerful body of all living things on Earth.  

Red Dragon’s attacks were colorful, using teeth, arms, legs and body, and even headbutts, and Changcheon used his long body like a whip. It was too wild and instinctive to be a fight between the two axes that moved the national economy.  

However, while the two exchanged attacks with their bodies, they also engaged in fierce spell battles. One in six dragon brains was dedicated exclusively to magic calculations. With busy calculations that other races such as humans could not even try, dozens of spells were constructed, canceled, and transformed repeatedly in a second.  

The activated magic found a precise hitting point and hit the opponent directly. As Jenkinson unleashed her headbutt, the liquid nitrogen froze the scales of the sky, and as she brushed her ice off her wings and gnawed her teeth, twisted gravity pounded the red dragon’s back in the head, and so on. Even in the midst of the most painful fight in the world, Changcheon was observing something.

‘That alien won't intervene, right?'  

Minjun was making a spell while keeping his distance from the battle. Enormous magical powers roam around. She wanted to prepare her for her final blow to throw at her, but she soon realized she wasn’t.  

‘Teleport?'  

The alien spell was similar to the magic circle that Changcheon used when he threw them all out of the rare.  

‘But why now?’  

She could quickly guess the answer. The place they were fighting now was on Rare, above Namsan. Fearing that Rare would be damaged, she controlled her altitude, so the aftermath of the fight did not reach the ground yet. But what if the battle was long?  

‘You are afraid that the city will be destroyed. That’s why we’re forcibly moving the battlefield.’  

Laughter was about to come out. Changcheon also had real estate and corporations all over Seoul. However, since he had already decided to open this land with Ryuho, there was no time to worry about that. loss or not. However, Jenkinson’s position would be different. To avoid as much damage to property as possible…

‘That's my weakness!' Thought Changcheon.  

So, what are her weaknesses? Rare under her feet. It was the magic circle in which Ryuho was imprisoned. The aliens who knew this for sure were trying to change the fighting location instead of threatening to destroy the rarity or threatening to drop magic in the Namsan commercial district.  

‘Boobs.’ Changcheon made a plan and acted quickly. She revived Rare’s confrontational system while fighting, hitting, and hitting. The escaped employees were suddenly crushed or torn apart by the closed door, and the surviving sobs and screams continued, but Goryeong did not care.  

After securing Rare’s safety, the chain of spells pouring down on Jenkinson stopped for a while. The Red Dragon tried to subdue Changcheon using that momentum but was unsuccessful. The reason why Changcheon temporarily stopped his magic attack was simple.  

She’d set aside a short space for more powerful spells. As a result, a constellation that had never been seen before Jenkinson and Minjun appeared.  

=?!=  

Citizens who witnessed the scene from afar suspected that there was a silent explosion on Namsan Mountain. A bright flash that did not lose its prestige even under the sun. When observed from a distance, it looked like a huge photosphere. It was as if another sun had risen.

However, those who came close enough, such as the citizens near Namsan, who were evacuating, knew. In reality, not a single large light source was summoned, but hundreds of masses of light the size of a human head appeared.  

The light emitted by them merged with each other to create a formidable lighting function. Seeing this, Jenkinson was astonished.  

= Changcheon! Are you really crazy?!=  

Changcheon scoffed. =I don’t think you’re talking about it.=  

The gazes of the two dragons, who dismissed each other as madmen, intersect. What was contained in hundreds of small spherical barriers was heat and destructive power without a fixed form. Jenkinson recognized that it was a miniature star that could not exist in nature.  

The low transparent barrier contained ultra-high-temperature plasma that could not withstand even the highest boiling point of tungsten. In a word, both a drop and a single sphere are undergoing nuclear fusion. And the moment Changcheon turned around…

Pot! Like fireworks exploding, sand of light spreads in all directions around him. Missiles aimed at key points in Seoul were sprayed with the exception of Rare under their feet. Instead of a steel plate shell, it was a bullet made with a barrier as the shell. Jenkinson could no longer concentrate on the fight.  

=Damn!=

He screamed urgently before his comrades could move.  

= Minjun! Understanding the words I!=  

Omitted, Minjun continued to focus on the spell, and Jenkinson rapidly raised his magical powers, generating attraction. Then, the spheres that spread freely according to Changcheon’s guidance stopped and slowed down. Jenkinson did his best to divert it.  

Snatch! They made a sharp turn in the direction of their descending motion and threw them over their heads. Then a trajectory of light close to a straight ascent was created.  

"Gagging!"  

It wasn’t easy. Due to the excessive use of magical power, the pain of the organs twisting came rushing in. however, the other person doesn’t give me time to focus on the pain.  

Changcheon then rushed in, aiming for a gap to push the magic bomb as far from the ground as possible. The fight breaks out again, and spells began to pour like bombardments. In the meantime, Jenkinson did not stop the power to raise the bomb.  

Height! Higher!  

—–!  

And finally, from far away, a heavy explosion and flash of light spread. A dazzling light explodes in the distant sky. Jenkinson, who barely escaped the catastrophe, stared at him with eyes burning in anger.  

= This psychopath will not be cool even if he kills him a hundred times! =  

It was then that Minjun’s spell was completed. Pot! The surrounding landscape has changed once again.  

Changcheon realized that Minjun had transferred them all over the West Sea.  

‘This far? Including two old dragons? …What is that alien identity?’  

Goryeong thought as he looked at Minjun’s cold gaze. ‘It seems that there are quite a few hidden talents, but that doesn't mean things have turned around.'  

In the end, he allowed him to teleport, but he gained something. Jenkinson did a lot of damage. If one were to kill that old dragon first, the aliens won’t be difficult. After that, he would have to start his escape life by smuggling repeatedly to avoid the committee, but he was confident that he would spare his life even in the worst case.  

Hurr! As soon as Minjun’s body was enveloped in the shadows, the second game began.

In addition to this, Changcheon realized that he had completely misunderstood that alien.  

‘ · · · · · · ·This is not to the extent of hiding power!’  

The flow of Jenkinson’s and Minjun’s attacks was strangely fluid and smooth. Since there was no way for the curse to work on Goryeong, Minjun concentrated on physical damage. In order not to get entangled with Jenkinson’s movement, he moved slowly and began to shove his attack.  

Compared to the two old dragons, he was just a small fly, but it was a flying fly that could inflict a fatal blow if he was careless. As the blade of the shadow-wrapped blade passed through the gaps in the scales, Changcheon knew that he could die because of that tiny span.  

The shadow he summoned had the power to penetrate even the scales and barriers surrounding the dragon’s body. Every time Minjun dug and swung his sword, the scales split, and pieces of flesh and blood fall to the sea, creating ripples. The outward appearance of the wound was small, but the impact that penetrated it was not small.  

Jenkinson also showed signs of taking her damage, but this time he rushed forward, burning with his will to destroy her. Changcheon, who was dealing with those two, felt that he was gradually getting tired. It was then that Jenkinson accidentally cast a spell.  

Whoa! There was a huge magic circle that covered the dragon’s body. White rays of light stretched out like a spider’s web around the circle. It was an application of the principle of the confrontation system that the dragon created to protect Rare. The resistance that was originally supposed to cover a vast area or the property of "breaking" space, was condensed into a 0.2 mm wide line.  

Hundreds of strands were pulled out as they were and loosely released. It was rare to find a material that could withstand the whip of great elasticity and strength.

Even dragon scales. Kyaaaaaah! The white thread Jenkinson made wrapped around Changcheon’s body and tied it up. As he concentrated, he cut the scales and began digging into the flesh. The more she shook her elongated body, the deeper her cut became, and the blood dripped.  

At this, the dragon laughed. = Huh! It’s like an eel caught on a rope! =  

And in the next moment, Jenkinson regretted that he had possibly mentioned the word.  

Fragile! A spark then occurred between the two antlers of Changcheon, which resembled that of a deer. It didn’t take long for a tiny flash of light to turn into a magnificent thunderbolt, just like a small spark began to spread into a great fire.  

=Gee!=  

Changcheon, bound in a luminous net, blew out lightning bolts all over his body.  

=Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!=  

The three shadows danced like crazy following the thunderbolt that changes shape dozens of times per second. The lightning struck Jenkinson’s body so heavily that it was suspected that it had a mass comparable to that of metal. Everything that caught his eye was cold and painful. The only thing unaffected by this thunderbolt was Changcheon.  

It was only natural that the magic she made was more favorable to the barrier she made. At the time when he raised his output to burn Jenkinson as it is.  

Shh! An existence that Changcheon had forgotten for a while was flying from behind.  

=?! =  

While she looked away from her for a moment, the shadow surrounding Minjun had changed shape. He destroyed the form that was not far from humans and made his arms like a drill by weaving them together.  

Aiming at the structure that distorted his body, Minjun then flew towards the back of the dragon.  

Aaaaaaaaaah!  

Changcheon twisted his body desperately. Therefore, Minjun, who became a black drill, was located a little below the target. A cone of shadows pierced through the air.  

Whoops! Papa Pak!

Pushed by a dynamic rotating body, the scales were split and the mucous membrane was split. As he drove the drill deep into his flesh, the gushing dragon’s blood met the electric current.  

With that, the silver immediately boiled and evaporated, but as it poured like a waterfall, some of it even splashed around Minjun’s lips.  

" · · · · · · · · · ·!" There came a scent, an unfamiliar, yet familiar feeling.  

Such was a feeling unsuitable for a fierce battle surrounded Minjun. A strange beating that was like a pleasant wind and also like a warm wave. A prisoner who had lost his memory was captivated by a mysterious feeling.  

How long had it been since one drank old dragon blood? Feeling his mood rise for some reason, Minjun lowered the resistance that had been protecting himself a bit. Of course, even at that moment, Changcheon did not stop the current that he was emitting.  

Gripping support! The high-voltage current that was running on the dragon’s scales began to penetrate Changcheon's body, using Minjun’s shadow as a conductor. A terrible scream echoed over the West Sea.  

***  

Ha Eun-seong was still on the 30th floor of the rare basement. Now in a free spirit state. No matter how many exorcisms there were, one couldn't arrest him, so he just flew and ran away.  

However, Ha Eun-seong didn’t. There was great confusion among Changcheon's men. The ghost then began to observe quietly. The employees sensed that the situation was not serious and tried to escape by any means, but to no avail.  

“Iced coffee! The elevator won’t even move!"  

"Damn, how do you do it!"  

"Gee, now the showdown system has started working again!"  

“What?”  

"The door is also closed! We’re stuck here!”  

There was only one reason why Ha Eun-seong remained until now. He listened to the old dragon.  

– Heard the biggest ghost rally ever held at Gwanghwamun Square this week. –  

The most appropriate time would be right after the meeting was over, right? The fear of dragons disappeared all too easily when he was freed from the human body. Instead, anger took its place.  

‘You’re going to catch the ghosts… and grind them? And, you’re going to feed that ghost?!’  

Fortunately, Minjun didn’t seem to want to accept the offer, so the two went out to make a life-and-death decision. Ha Eun-seong thought. Then what about me? Can I run away like this?  

‘No, I can't.'

Ha Eun-seong observed the employees and found someone. Since it was a facility where ghosts are imprisoned, of course, there would be people who are spiritually sensitive among them.  

“Ugh?! you · · ·!” The ghost jumped wildly at the elf who was surprised to find him.  

"Hey! No! Stop it!” Ha Eun-seong tried to forcefully steal the elf’s body. This time, as in the case of Ji Seon-kyung, it was not to annihilate the opponent’s soul, nor to drive it away, but to use the body together for a while.  

= Eight! Very persistent! see there I’ll write it down for a little while!=  

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! No! get out! do not do it!”  

However, regardless of such intentions, struggles and struggles for a long time seemed to have made him feel certain thoughts and emotions without my knowledge.  

Whoa! Ha Eun-seong was terrified as the talent reacted and glowed in his soul. This was because now he knew exactly what was going on.  

= Hey! stop! do not do that! It’s not like that!=  

As if following Ha Eun-seong's words, the light faded again.

"Whew, that's it." Ha Eun-seong, who stole his body without harming the elf’s soul, tried to move his limbs back and forth.  

‘Is it the power of talent that makes possession easier?'  

Ha Eun-seong turned his head and looked at where he should go. It was strange if one didn't have a grudge against Changcheon, who suddenly appeared while locked in a woman’s body and ripped off one of his arms, kidnapped, and tried to use it to annihilate the souls of those he loved, but that wasn’t enough and he tried to prey on his ghost friends. It was.  

It seemed that Minjun was catching up, but his opponent was Goryeong. What if the agent loses and Changcheon carried out his plan?  

He could not guarantee that there was no other person in the world who could ‘hunt’ ghosts on a large scale like Minjun. ‘You have to stop!’  

The law didn't protect ghosts. Even if the old dragon were to kidnap all the ghosts that gather at Gwanghwamun, the state would not step in. The rights of ghosts must be protected by ghosts.  

‘How can you make such a thing?'  

Ha Eun-seong then began to think about Changcheon.

The scariest part of her was that she actually had the power to put her absurd plans into action.  

‘Something is wrong with this.'  

That, too, was very wrong. Was it really right for a person with such power to live casually in this world? Anyway, there was only one thing Ha Eun-seong could do now. If he were to succeed, it would make Changcheon give up on his plan.  

‘Changcheon or whatever, eat it!'  

As of today, the ghost who hated dragons the most out of all the races in the world moved forward with a determined expression.