In Deoen, countless lives exist.
From the commonly known fantasy races like goblins, orcs, and elves to various other races that you wouldn’t easily see anywhere else, like sagwi, will-o’-the-wisps, and transformed insects or animals.
And these beings inhabit two main places.
One is the dungeon.
A world that is not the original Deoen world, or a world from a different timeline.
Monsters in the dungeon generally cannot leave it, though there are exceptions.
Such as ‘world boss-level’ entities.
Or special creatures capable of crossing the dungeon’s threshold sometimes step outside and become ‘field monsters.’
The other is the races living in the Deoen world.
Basically known are the ‘hunting’ field monsters.
For gaming purposes, these are beings that respawn in certain areas divided into hundreds or thousands of multi-servers, and they are reborn with their memories erased whenever they die.
However, monsters related to world quests are different.
World quests can only be attempted at level 70 or higher and can only be progressed if they have a significant impact on the world.
In other words, field bosses and monsters that are level 70-80 do not respawn when they die and do not exist in vengeance.
They live in history, and when they die, they are recorded in history and vanish.
Even in the height of summer, a cold wind blew in the large hut built at the foot of the snowy mountain.
Sitting in front of me was Letess, dressed in thick fur clothing.
He seemed somewhat prepared, but appeared to be a bit cold as he frowned while guzzling down warm tea.
I sipped my tea too.
It’s delicious.
“So… there’s a monster at the top of this snowy mountain?”
“That’s right. It’s a monster that has established itself in the snowy mountain for a long time, and every winter, it spreads its frigid conditions across the world. Almost 70% of all territories, including farmlands, are covered in snow.”
Cough! He drank the tea that his servant refilled for him.
Letess’s expression turned a bit somber.
“Every year, dozens of residents die from the cold. Thousands suffer from harsh conditions, both materially and mentally.”
I want to stop that.
“It’s been seven years since I became the lord of this territory, but there’s still no solution. That monster has existed long before I was born, and aside from distributing warm clothes to the residents, there’s nothing else I can do… you see.”
Of course, Letess’s mansion always maintains a warm temperature through magic, and he could support the residents a bit more, but I decided not to mention that.
Through it, the temperature was always kept warm, allowing for more support to the residents, but it was not specifically mentioned.
He is the master of the territory, a lord, not a volunteer.
Unless it can be stopped, pouring resources into a bottomless pit won’t improve the situation every time.
It would be more profitable to let a few die rather than spending thousands of gold.
If I go to the center and shed a few tears, I could also receive support.
‘If I can handle the long-standing issues this time…’
Perhaps the marquis. No, it could expand into a territory greater than that of a duke!
Kuwung! Letess lightly hits the desk.
“Please. For the sake of the innocent residents, you must kill that guy.”
[Hmm]
[Okay]
[Doesn’t it seem like acting?]
[LOL]
[Let’s go catch him~]
[What’s with that?]
[Something’s up with that]
[?]
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In the frigid snowy mountains, dragons reside.
No, let me correct that.
It wasn’t the icy snowy mountains.
The frigid cold was not cold but warm weather and sunlight shining down on the mountains, rich in abundance.
Snow did not fall except at the peak of the snowy mountains, where vibrant life and nature breathed.
In the mountains of abundance lived the dragons.
Everything in the mountains was a part of the dragons, and at the same time, a mirror.
“Ah…”
When did it start?
When the world began to swirl and ‘bystanding’ became impossible.
When the dragon lord of the day was torn from his wings and the death of dragons became a matter of course.
When half of the world was filled with death.
“You must be the ancient dragon race.”
A human arrived with the half-dead dragon lord.
But the person wasn’t human.
With that kind of power and a shape resembling the celestial race, there was no way they could be human.
“I am human.”
Yet she introduced herself as human.
‘But you’re a celesti…’
‘If you say one more word, you’ll witness a miracle where your wings switch places.’
‘You look human.’
‘Seems human enough.’
‘Anyone can tell you’re human, haha!’
‘……’
Despite being a human? she was able to interact closely with the ancient dragon race.
Sharing techniques and directly mixing, we learned a lot from her.
Compared to the hundreds and thousands of years lived by the dragon race, the time of less than a year felt incredibly short, but the memory of that day remains vivid.
She was that unique.
Kwajijijik!!
‘…Indeed, the brute technique ‘Light Dragon’ is a bit excessive. I’ll need to modify it another way.’
‘It’s more like ‘Mad Dragon’ than ‘Light Dragon.’
“Isn’t it more like a mad dragon?”
“Do you want to try experimenting?”
“No, absolutely not.”
It was incredibly strong.
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When did it start?
A chill settled in the warm land. The plants and animals could not withstand the cold and died off.
A fierce blizzard raged in the sky, and most of the ancient dragons had either fallen asleep in the ground or left the mountains.
“Huff… huff…”
All that remained was ‘me’ alone.
The ice dragon, Sugarado, whose body was half frozen, quietly closed its eyes, pressing down on the left wing joint filled with cold.
“If I just stay still, I’ll be safe. Yes. Just keep staying still.”
“I’m not blaming anyone. The world is being destroyed by two wretched races.”
“The Celestial Race and the Demon Race. Destroyers and simultaneously arrogant beings. It’s impossible for you to stop them…”
“Why do you fight them?”
She sealed her lips.
Then she spoke again.
“Ha…”
“I don’t remember.”
The fifth of the six Demon Kings of the Demon Race. Frozen Soul, the Demon King Tempere of the harsh cold.
Sugarado, pierced by the ice fragment ‘abandoned’ by the Demon King, fell like that.
It’s laughable.
Not even in a fight, but dying from something that was just ‘discarded’.
And that too, an ancient dragon of the Glacial powers.
A glacier dragon defeated by ice.
How ridiculous is that?
But the ice that has frozen half of my body is gnawing at my flesh in real-time, and now Sugarado is about to fall into eternal sleep.
Perhaps I might never wake up again.
“Hmpf…”
With closed eyes, Sugarado quietly touched the ice fragment that dominated its body.
Originally, upon containing the ice fragment, a power of the Demon King, one should have died immediately.
But it was an ice fragment containing no intention of the Demon King’s attack.
Literally discarded, so as an ancient dragon born with the powers of ice, Sugarado could still interfere with the fragment a little.
At least for thousands of years.
No matter how early I woke up, it would be that long.
Even if I woke up, there was no way my body would be normal.
But that was all Sugarado could do.
Bound to the peak of the mountain where everyone had left, Sugarado curled up.
It’s cold. Too cold.
I feel like I’m going to die from the cold.
“The Ice Dragon technique wasn’t bad. It’s questionable whether it will even reach them… but I guess I’ll have to give it a try somehow.”
“Thank you for coming to see me every time in this hot weather.”
…Why am I thinking of her instead of the dragons I used to be close with?
She who left to fight them again, to save the human race.
“If I could see you again…”
“What is it, Hatchling?”
“Uuuh?”
…?
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[It’s a dragon]
[????]
[lololololol]
[Wait, the monster was a dragon?]
[What was that thing we killed earlier?]
[?]
[It’s a baby]
[So cute, omg?]
[Adorable]
[It’s not a monster, it’s a dragon lol]
[Dragon, wow lol]
[Let’s kill it]
[Wow! You know about dragons!]
[It’s so cute]
I broke through the snowy mountains and flew straight to the summit.
I was originally planning to walk and enjoy the scenery, but since all I could see was a white snowfield everywhere, I decided to finish quickly.
Upon arriving, I was greeted by a colossal abnormal creature with a gigantic body.
It looked somewhat like a dragon, but the ice and gray hues mixed together made its species hard to determine.
Maybe it was a subspecies of dragon.
After taking down that pretty strong dragon subspecies, I entered the cave it was blocking and found a hatchling curled up inside.
“I didn’t expect a dragon…”
Dragon. Dragon Lord.
One of the strongest races excluding celestial demons, and a race quite related to me.
I’ve had direct encounters, battling with them, and even managed to revive a near-death Dragon Lord.
I could confidently say I’m somewhat of an expert on dragons.
However, something about this dragon felt off.
Most importantly…
“A hatchling, huh.”
Its scales, resembling snow, and blue lizard-like eyes.
The chubby tail and elongated wing bones looked really healthy.
That pouty expression on its face was…
Hmm.
“Cute.”
It was cute.
I quickly scooped up the hatchling between the wing bones, and it flailed around trying to escape.
But it couldn’t get away from my grip.
Plus, this situation means…
“Who’s your mom?”
“Uuuh!”
[Did you just go for a low blow?]
[Low blow lol]
[Adding to the Lily controversy…]
[Niummnu]
[lolololololololol]
[Are these guys crazy? lol]
[???: Who’s your mommy?]
[lolololololol]
[This is hilarious lol]
[Wasn’t that the one we killed earlier?]
[Huh]
[? lololololol]
[Fact: Yes]
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