I Killed the Pet of the Setting's Number One
I respect all the old-gen heroes from the first generation. But look at the specs. The empire's one and only Sword Master and Transcendent-grade paladin. The only human who went 1v1 against the Lord of the Abyss, diced it up, and brought back its head.
Healing factor? Infinite energy? She's a walking nuke.
Did you see her during the New York Gate explosion last time? While all the American rankers were getting wrecked, she drops in solo, deploys a sanctuary, and turns the tide. I was watching from my screen and nearly pissed myself.
Isha von Estelle is humanity's guardian deity. Disagree and you're wrong on all counts.
Everyone goes in for Isha but ends up simping for Dessoir. National rule, right?
◈ Isha's grossed out by monster blood on her, so Dessoir licks it clean (breath? Nah, grooming lol)
◈ Stuffs nose into camera lens during interview cuz it's shiny (camera fogs up from snort lololol)
◈ ASMR of tail thumping floor while napping on Isha's lap. Insane.
How is that a dragon? Just a big golden retriever, no? Disaster-level combat power but pure puppy behavior.
Isha's usually ice queen cold beauty, but her face melts for Dessoir. Honey dripping from her eyes.
Last interview, reporter asks: Q. What's most precious to you, Saintess? A. Dessoir. Reason I save the world? So he can stroll parks in peace. Hear that? Touch Isha, we endure. Touch Dessoir? Earth ends that day.
Anyone snag the official Dessoir figure from Hunter Association? Queued at server open, couldn't even click before sold out. Checked resale market—already 3x price. Where's your conscience?
Funniest part? Buyer list leaked. #1 buyer is Isha. Why buy merch of her own pet lolololol
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S-grade Gate raid footage today. Usually brief before boss room, right? Isha checks watch, face sours. Mood turns killer.
"Dessoir's feeding time's up." Charges solo. Result? Boss monster vaporized before cup ramen done. Holy Sword swings like light storm.
Reporters swarm for interview: "My baby’s waiting." Dips. Pure madness? Nah, dragon's the real boss, Isha's the butler.
◈ News Link: Saintess Isha von Estelle's pet Desolatus killed at home.
Photoshop? My eyes broken? Dessoir dead? The setting's strongest creature? Wait, who breaks into Isha's house?
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Hunter Assoc emergency response team shot at scene. See dagger in perp's hand? Did the deed and didn't flee. Team surrounded, waiting for Isha.
Variable not present in scenario!
Unmeasurable Feat Achieved!
Red windows flashed wildly before my eyes. As if the world itself was grilling me: 'You dare kill this?'
Rumble! The continent's guardian dragon. Saintess Isha von Estelle's pet. The ancient dragon known to the masses as Dessoir—Desolatus. Its head rolled to my feet.
Dragon blood spurted from the stump, melting the floor as it flowed. I sheathed my trembling sword. Not from fear. Backlash from squeezing out mana beyond my body's limits. Euphoria from achieving what I'd envisioned.
"Ha, haha."
Success. Before regression, the seven calamities that doomed humanity. I'd severed the bud of one with my own hands.
The End of the False Guardian
I swatted away the flood of reward notifications. Not important now. Real goal elsewhere.
I hurriedly sliced open the dragon's chest. Amid jet-black muscle, a pulsing crimson gem. The Dragon Heart. Mana organ pumping endlessly. The sole key to remake my pathetic F-rank hunter body into a vessel that could slay gods.
I need this to stop all apocalypses.
I ripped out the heart without hesitation and stored it in my subspace.
She's coming.
"5, 4, 3."
I counted softly. With Desolatus's massive mana signature gone, her arrival was due.
The setting's strongest. The woman who'd later slap a 100 billion bounty on my head.
"2, 1."
BOOM!!
Exactly at zero. Sky tore golden as a meteor plummeted. Shockwave like a typhoon—but I didn't flinch. Predicted drop zone from dozens of simulations.
From the dust cloud emerged a woman in gleaming silver armor. Saintess and paladin. Isha von Estelle.
Her red eyes locked on the dragon corpse. Then. Slowly. Turned to me.
"Your doing?"
Ambient air screamed in terror. Killing intent that'd make normal hunters piss themselves just facing it. I casually swung my bloodied sword to flick off traces.
"Can't you tell?"
Her brow twitched. She couldn't comprehend. How an F-rank mana weakling beheaded an ancient dragon. Or why I smirked in this situation.
"State your reason. If unconvincing, you die."
"Reason, huh."
I rubbed my chin, pretending to ponder. Spill the truth? That her precious dragon was a parasite sucking her holy power, leading to her fall and world inferno if unchecked? That I'd watched it loop endlessly?
No point. She's not ready. Might shatter her, spawn bigger disaster.
Can't have that. Need you as a chess piece later.
Better play villain. Her rage? Perfect catalyst for my growth.
I twisted my lips into the vilest grin.
"Dunno. Heard lizard meat boosts stamina."
"...What?"
Even the screaming air went silent.
"Kidding. Dragon Heart fetches big bucks. Thought I'd fix my finances."
"For money. You killed my family?"
Whummm! Crimson aura exploded from her. Lost reason. Perfect.
"Die, scum!!"
She vanished. Holy Sword charging at light speed.
Intuition (Rank: A)
[Predicting opponent's trajectory.]
I twisted 0.1 seconds early.
Clang!
My sword shattered. But neck intact.
Her eyes shook. 'He blocked?' Shock.
That split-second gap sufficed. I hurled the broken hilt at her face.
"Don't get too mad, Saintess."
"You!"
"Later, when truth hits, you'll wanna bow to me."
Flash! Tore prepped advanced teleport scroll. Space warped around me.
"Stand still!!"
Her sword qi tore space, but I was beyond coordinates.
Vision blacked. I laughed.
First ingredient secured: Dragon Heart.
Next: Western Magic Library.
Wait for me.
Hidden in warped dimension, I rode the flow to target coords.
Killed the setting's #1's pet. Every hunter'd hunt me. Vanguard? Her, chasing to hell's end for my head.
Didn't matter. Regressed from ruined future, I'd slay the god puppeteering this world. Reclaim mine.
If world calls me demon? Gladly become one.
Then. At the end. She'd recognize me.