Chapter 42
Chapter 42
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 42
Chapter Title: 갤러리의 유일 파충류가 되었다 42화
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 42
Chapter Title: Became the Gallery's Only Reptile
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[WTF is this]
That level of power means it was made by an upper spirit, right?
So where'd you get it?
Typhoon's Jewel.
It was a rare item in the Jijiyong world, known only to a select few.
When the owner's stamina fell below a certain level, or right before they took such damage, it activated automatically, using the spirit power within to summon a typhoon around the owner.
Kugugugugu.
And what would the effect of Typhoon's Jewel, infused with the power of the strongest among spirits—the Spirit King—be like?
The range was vast enough for the distant Dragon King to notice. The typhoon soared endlessly toward the heavens, reminiscent of a massive dragon whirl.
And naturally, since I knew about Typhoon's Jewel, I could easily deduce who the owner of this disaster-causing power was.
This magnitude of power. This range. It was something even top-tier couldn't achieve—only possible for the pinnacle of a race.
"Wh-what?! What's going on with this?!"
Not just any item, but Typhoon's Jewel infused with the Spirit King's power.
Startled by the safety device with an even grander scale than expected, I listened to the voice coming from inside the typhoon.
Judging by her panic at the situation, did she not know about Typhoon's Jewel?
Or did she know but was shocked by the greater power than anticipated?
"Y-you! Don't tell me this is your doing?!"
Hmm. Looks like she didn't even know what item she had.
Still, communication was possible, which was a relief.
Since if the owner wished it, the power of Typhoon's Jewel could be withdrawn.
"Typhoon's... Jewel?"
"H-how do I do that?"
Uh. I don't know that either.
"H-hey! You have to tell me how!"
Ahem. Sorry, but I have my own things to handle here.
Since suppressing the typhoon takes so much power, I can't let my focus slip or problems might arise. No choice but to be cautious.
'Plus, I've been feeling it since earlier.'
That typhoon is deliberately rejecting the winds I control.
Which doubles the power I have to expend.
Whoooosh.
But I can't give up here.
If the surroundings get swept away by that typhoon, Ceres will take damage too.
I can't just stand by and let that happen.
"Aigoo. Up close, it's even more massive. What was the Wind Spirit King thinking, trading something like this for a mere Yeouiju? I heard you got hurt recently by some weirdo? I should brew some medicine and send it over."
A mysterious being suddenly appeared in this space, where only the one who activated Typhoon's Jewel and I should be.
Casual attire, unkempt chin beard that looked unmaintained, slick hair in a bad way. And the pungent alcohol stench wafting from this middle-aged man.
He gazed up at the towering typhoon, muttering to himself.
Gulp.
What is this?
On the surface, he looked endlessly carefree, full of openings, completely defenseless.
But my instincts were screaming.
To survive a fight with him, I couldn't afford even the slightest gap or mistake.
He was absolutely not someone I could take lightly.
"Hoo. Hoo. A black Imoogi, huh. Definitely different from us."
To close the distance right under my nose in that brief moment.
Even though I was focusing on him this time.
He circled me, appraising me like an object, letting out exclamations nonstop, then pointed at the still-raging typhoon fiercely.
"You're the one who fought my daughter."
The smile he directed at me overlapped for a moment with the smile of the woman I'd just fought.
A higher-dimensional existence than spiritual creatures.
The king of the goal I must reach.
To think the Dragon King would appear here in person.
"Is that Dad's voice? Dad, is that you?!"
At the shout from the one who picked up the Dragon King's voice despite the typhoon, the Dragon King's face brightened instantly.
Ah, that's a textbook doting dad right there.
"Yes, my daughter! Dad's here..."
"What the hell did you give me, you old geezer!"
Cough.
But perhaps because his daughter wasn't welcoming him but rather angry?
The Dragon King hunched over, making a pained expression as if wounded.
"Fix this right now!"
"Ahem. Of course."
Though he snapped to attention at his daughter's following words.
Whoooosh.
As he extended his hand toward the typhoon, it visibly shrank.
When I tried earlier, it rebelled so fiercely that blocking the damage was the best I could do. As expected of the Dragon King.
The clean resolution felt almost anticlimactic, leaving me oddly hollow.
"I-I survived!"
"Ahem. Why go to the surface and get into trouble? If you'd stayed quietly in the palace, it would've all been fine."
"This is all because of you, Dad!"
"Heh heh. More importantly, my daughter, you must have suffered."
With that, the Dragon King's gaze naturally turned to me.
"This guy's appearance is one thing, but nothing about him fits any predictions."
The Dragon King now looked down at me with dragon eyes.
Was it because of those eyes that seemed to pierce everything?
He noticed me distancing myself, preparing to attack at any moment.
"Can't even turn human, yet beat my daughter."
Step.
"But since my daughter started it with her mistake, I won't kill you."
Step.
"Right. Call this a simple test."
"Yes. Why do you have a form different from ours? Why did the heavens open blessings just for you? Of course, since it's a test, if you meet my expectations, there'll be a reward."
Shwaaa.
With raindrops falling from the sky, the Dragon King's eyes gleamed.
The man who reeked of booze just moments ago now looked down at me in dragon form.
"Now, the test begins."
Thud. Thud. Crunch.
"Impressive. How is this possible?"
The Dragon King let out exclamations nonstop as he gazed at the small Imoogi before him.
This was clearly abnormal.
Different appearance from a normal Imoogi, size, and the power it wielded— all blatantly off.
"An Imoogi wielding Yeouiju?"
It probably wasn't Yeouiju itself.
But the power it wielded matched Yeouiju perfectly, so it might as well be.
How could an Imoogi wield Yeouiju's power?
Water Heart Thrust
Crunch.
Power unfitting for that build.
The Dragon King shook his ringing arm from the blow and chuckled.
Yes, this laugh was an incredulous one born of absurdity.
In the world, wielding Yeouiju was shocking enough to die from.
"Even copying it now."
It was definitely an attack I'd seen before.
But this one was clearly more advanced than before—uncannily similar to the one the Dragon King himself had used.
Not mere mimicry of actions.
A perfect replication, stealing even the mana flow and attributes behind the move.
The previous Water Heart Thrust was probably stolen from his daughter, who's watching this fight.
"...A talent never seen before."
The guy already wields Yeouiju's power.
What does that mean?
Spirits, spiritual creatures, divine beasts—no matter the type, anyone would lose their power to him.
"That's why you're dangerous."
In just a few more years like this, he'll grasp power no one can handle.
Originally, he planned to test a bit, confirm strength, and punish the one who hurt his daughter.
"...This is insane."
But that thought flew far away with El's next action.
Where did he steal that technique from?
El's form evoked past memories for the Dragon King.
The technique used by the one who scarred his face to this day.
"Just looking at it makes my forehead throb!"
It was the first technique El encountered after birth.
Back then, lacking talent, he couldn't learn it and harbored regrets, but now as an Imoogi with overflowing talent, he recreated that past memory's technique with incomparable power.
A special move normally usable only by certain exceptional beast-types.
The Imoogi's savage roar toward the Dragon King tore through space and charged forth.
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