Chapter 247
Chapter 247
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 246
Chapter Title: The Dragon Emperor Kahn
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“What did you say again?”
I smiled down at the guy on the brink of death. I’d taken down a member of the famed War Dragon Legion without logging out or using my transcendent armament—how could I not be satisfied?
“Rip me to shreds… or something like that?”
[This, this can’t be happening… it’s impossible… cough…!]
Blood poured from between the massive fangs of Chernein once more, and in that instant, his enormous body began to shrink.
Wooong!
The gigantic golden dragon transformed into a handsome blond man. Pale-faced and gasping for breath, he looked like he could drop dead any second.
‘He really shifts to human form when he’s in such bad shape.’
I’d heard the stories. Dragons could switch between dragon and human forms from the hatchling stage—and since both were their true selves, they defaulted to the less taxing human form when gravely injured.
The reason dragons turned into humans instead of elves or dwarves, and why their human hair matched their scale color exactly, wasn’t some obsession with the aesthetic. It was simply their original form.
I stood before him and spoke.
“What’s truly ridiculous is your pea-brained intellect. A transcendent being who’s lived for thousands of years acting like some punk kid in his twenties…”
It was honestly baffling. Me, known as the apostle of a top-tier newbie Game Master, getting kidnapped and attacked by him right here in the Solar System—not some backwater corner of the universe? Even if he’d beaten me easily, the political fallout for Dragonia would’ve been massive.
“You… you inferior scum… how dare you lay hands on our radiant princesses…”
“Wow, it really is because of that…”
It was exactly the reason I’d imagined, and I couldn’t help but let out a hollow laugh. Considering his true form was hundreds of meters long—at least worm-class—and here he was, driven by such idiotic jealousy.
Grab!
I reached out and seized him by the collar. Chernein couldn’t even resist as he was dragged forward.
In a state where a simple squeeze would end him, Chernein uttered something bizarre.
“Bluffing… don’t tremble… you can’t kill me.”
“...?”
I paused—not because he’d hit a nerve, but because I was genuinely puzzled.
“Why wouldn’t I be able to?”
“Cough! Heh… heh… hahaha…”
Spitting up blood once more, Chernein spoke with his ashen face.
“You’re Elohim, aren’t you? E-even if there was a conflict… killing me would violate the treaty outright. I-I didn’t know any better…”
“Elohim.”
The cosmic alliance rested on two pillars, the first being the Noblesse—the collective of transcendent species.
Their foundation was the transcendent races themselves.
Led by the dragonkin, these special races held immense might and influence as the [nobility] of the greater universe.
“...Elohim? Me?”
Elohim.
Unlike the Noblesse with their innate special bloodlines, the Elohim were those who had ascended through personal enlightenment. Transcendents born from primitive civilizations who grasped the ultimate truths of the sword, mages who unraveled the principles of the world through endless pursuit—they all qualified to join.
Naturally, I qualified too. Having already entered the transcendent realm, I could ascend to immortality whenever I wished.
“That’s right! There’s no way a guy who’s only lived 30 years could be this strong! You’re a Fighting Immortal, aren’t you? To think I’d fall into an Immortal Realm trap…”
My growth rate was indeed beyond common sense. A human who’d lived just 30 years wielding a single sword to smash a worm-class dragon armed with transcendent gear? That wasn’t reality—it’d get laughed out of movies or novels.
I crouched down in front of Chernein.
“Hmm. If I were a Fighting Immortal, how would I have attacked you? It’d trigger my [divine mission].”
In truth, the Elohim’s power dwarfed the Noblesse’s several times over. The number of transcendents in the Immortal Realm was beyond imagination, and they boasted seven Emperor Class members.
Yet… despite that, the Elohim’s influence in the greater universe paled compared to the Noblesse. When selecting the greater universe’s Emperor Class, they didn’t even include the Elohim’s immortals.
‘Because of their divine missions.’
The immortals granted [positions] through contracts with the [World] faced enormous restrictions when wielding their power.
Straying from their assigned mission could, in extreme cases, threaten their very lives—with no power to resist!
Among them, only the Sword Immortal Yeoh Dongbin, who achieved her rank through personal enlightenment, was recognized as Emperor Class by the Immortal Realm.
“Testing me? Of course it’s self-defense! The least costly mission of them all—so you provoked me to create an opening!”
“Oh, really?”
I nodded with a smile.
It had been amusing enough, but I was getting tired of the bullshit.
Slap!
“Guh!?”
His beautiful face crumpled from the slap. Chernein stared at me with wide eyes.
“You… you bastard…”
Crack!
A harder slap sent him rolling across the floor, his upper body flailing.
“This is self-defense too, right? Gotta protect my ears from all this drivel.”
“You… you’re insane…”
Craaack!
“Guh!?”
His priceless teeth scattered across the floor one by one.
“Only an idiot doesn’t know he’s an idiot~ gotta be an idiot not to know you’re acting like an idiot~”
I hummed as I raised my right hand. Chernein’s face drained of all color.
“S-stop! If you keep this up, I’ll die!”
Under normal circumstances, impossible. As a member of the War Dragon Legion, he had dozens, hundreds of spells layered on him, and his vitality and durability were beyond imagination.
But after having his ribs and heart sliced once and losing massive amounts of blood, Chernein was on death’s door. In fact, after just three slaps, his complexion wasn’t just white—it was turning blue.
Without even the strength to resist, a few more slaps like this would kill him, dragon grandpa or not.
But I smiled.
“You came here to kill me… but you weren’t prepared to die yourself?”
“...!”
Finally, terror flickered in the eyes of that arrogant gold dragon. It meant he was only now truly contemplating his own death.
‘Too late. Living thousands of years on your own terms… dulled your sense of reality.’
Of course, killing him would burden me too. He wasn’t just any dragon—he was a member of the Noblesse’s premier combat unit, the War Dragon Legion. In other words, a Dragonian civil servant. Killing him meant going to full war with the dragons.
But in this moment.
I made my decision.
‘Doesn’t matter.’
Chernein had come to kill me, and I had every justification to kill him. If my civilization were ordinary, I couldn’t dream of wielding that justification against a Draconian—but the 34th Earth was a mighty power even the alliance treaded carefully around.
Swoosh.
I raised my hand. Terror filled Chernein’s face.
“Sp-spare me.”
“Spare you?”
“Please… spare me. I-I acted foolishly. If you kill me, relations with Dragonia…”
His body was on the verge of collapse, but Chernein blinked desperately to stay conscious.
He knew it too. If he passed out here, he’d never wake again.
“Oh, relations are important, huh? Then why didn’t you think about your relations with the Game Master?”
“Th-that… uh…”
“Farewell.”
I raised my right hand.
And that was the moment.
[Stop.]
A mighty, overwhelming [Word] halted me in my tracks. Even I, accustomed to the priests of true gods on the 34th Earth wielding spirit words, had never heard output like this.
Whooooosh—!
A dimensional gate opened, and five men and women appeared.
“Sis…!”
“Don’t call me sis, you fucking idiot! I told you to look after the elder properly, and instead you cause this mess!? The elder’s confined to the palace, and not only do you fail to clean it up—you misuse a battleship!?”
A woman with long, jet-black hair unleashed her fury at Chernein. Despite her strangely familiar face, four men stood beside her.
“...No ordinary powerhouse.”
“That’s the Game Master’s apostle?”
“The youngest, yet he took down Chernein of the War Dragon Legion…”
Chernein protested amid the men’s mutters.
“No! If I’d had my dedicated armament…”
Her eyebrows shot up at his words.
“What armament? Against a VIP from a special allied nation—not even a Union adversary or unnamed? You couldn’t get approval for that if you bet your dragon heart, you idiot!”
‘She’s really pissed.’
Behind her lush black hair, a starry galaxy shimmered—the Shadow Dragon. Her beauty was ghostly fierce, her rage so intense the surrounding space rumbled in response.
And finally.
“And you! This insolent human dares to… our Draconians…”
She turned to me.
“Draconians…”
She trailed off, freezing. Bewilderment crossed her face.
Still gripping Chernein’s throat, I asked,
“Draconians…?”
“...”
“...”
A brief silence passed between us. After a short moment, her raised eyebrows lowered.
“Hehe. You must’ve had a hard time with this fool. I hope you’re not hurt?”
“Sis…? What are you saying?”
Chernein, collared in my hand, wore an incredulous expression—like a man about to die seeing a lifeline from the heavens do a cobra twist.
“I’m all healed. My recovery’s one of my strengths.”
“Ah! Now that you mention it, I see the wounds. I’m so sorry. I don’t even know how to apologize…”
“Sis? Sis! What are you—”
“You.”
The black-haired woman, who’d smiled softly, turned to Chernein.
Her pitch-black eyes were as deep as peering into endless void.
“Shut up.”
“...”
The immense pressure sealed Chernein’s mouth. Already in bad shape, screaming and suppressed like this—he looked ready to die on the spot.
“Hehe. Mr. Han Jaeyeon? We’ve caused you so much trouble. There’s the matter of compensation too—could we talk for a bit? I hold a decent position, so I can help as much as possible.”
“...Why?”
Her sudden kindness, after seeming like a demon moments ago, left even me flustered.
‘Why’s she acting like this?’
An incomprehensible situation, but at least it didn’t feel like a ploy to trick me and retrieve Chernein.
“Why? We’re sorry, obviously. We’re the ones at fault here, unilaterally.”
“...”
She had a point. Chernein had unilaterally kidnapped and attacked me out of nowhere. But did greater universe politics run on logic alone? Especially the Draconians’ foreign policy—they were outright thugs.
Still, it wasn’t bad for me.
“Fine. If the compensation’s sufficient, no need to hold a grudge against Dragonia.”
“Hehehe. So righteous! How about we grab some tea and chat—”
That’s when things were smoothing over.
Wooong.
“Huh?”
“What…?”
“What is this…?”
“Guh!”
Every dragon present paled, scanning their surroundings. An overwhelming pressure blanketed the area. Even I felt my hairs stand on end, tossing Chernein aside and awakening my countermeasures.
And that instant.
[Stop.]
The same spirit word as before.
But this one was on another level. The [rank] embedded in the mere words made my mind reel with its loftiness.
Tap.
No dimensional vibrations at all—yet suddenly, she was in our midst. 2.5 meters tall. Perfect proportions that made her massive frame elegant. Long hair interwoven with beautiful rainbow hues. Multiple horns crowning her head like a tiara.
“How embarrassing… and shameful.”
She was there before we knew it. The dragons spotted her and prostrated instantly.
“We see Your Imperial Majesty!”
“We see Your Imperial Majesty!”
“We see Your Imperial Majesty!”
“We see Your Imperial Majesty!”
“We see Your Imperial Majesty!”
Incredibly deferential for the haughty dragons—but she ignored them entirely, turning to me.
“Regrettable to meet like this, Mr. Han Jaeyeon.”
The primordial dragon called the archetype of all chromatic dragonkin.
The Draconians’ eldest, who had lived hundreds of thousands of years.
A cosmic powerhouse aiming beyond Emperor Class.
The Five-Headed Dragon, Chromatic Dragon.
“I am Kahn.”
The Dragon Emperor, Kahn, stood there.