Chapter 75
Chapter 75
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: Clean WWE
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Whoooosh!
The red thread throbbed violently. The dragon rocketed across the sky at top speed. Had Yongyong ever shown this much determination before?
During the few days we'd spent together, he'd always been so listless and lazy, sleeping all the time. Even when I cut off his tail, he'd let it snap off without a hint of reaction.
Like owner, like pet—Yongyong must've loved this kind of attention, just like me.
Good boy.
I'd have to feed him an A-rank mana stone as a special treat when we got home today.
Whoooosh!
Not even a few minutes passed before Yongyong's mana drew close. That meant he'd arrived. If it weren't night, I could've looked up and seen him.
Right on cue, I sent a new form of mana through the thread.
The mana enveloped Yongyong's body completely, linking us as one conduit.
What I transmitted was sensation.
My view of the stage below switched in an instant.
The endless lights from buildings and cars now flickered at my feet.
Flap!
In the dizzying center of the night sky, the heavy beat of wings filled my ears.
I still couldn't descend to the stage below. Not until the signal.
*It's about time...*
Then—
Tick!
Tick! Tick! Tick!
The rigged spotlights swiveled, beaming intently into the night sky.
"What is it? I don't see anything. You see something?"
"Uh... kinda looks like there's something?"
We were still too far. No matter how bright the lights, the night was pitch-black. To civilians, it'd look like a tiny dot at best.
"Hey, hey, pull out your phone. Record this quick!"
"Why? You hate that stuff."
"Just do it! We gotta post this!"
Of course, the few Awakeners who'd already figured it out were making a fuss.
*Go!*
Yongyong dove at my command, folding his wings and streaking straight down like a falcon.
*...Whoaaaaa...*
The gravitational acceleration rivaled—or surpassed—a rollercoaster, nearly making me black out, but I held on, knees buckling.
Rooooaaar!
The dragon finally landed on stage and bellowed at the crowd. His mighty roar sent shivers through everyone in Gwanghwamun Square.
"D-d-d-dragon?"
"I-isn't this dangerous?"
"Mommy! It's a dragon! A real dragon!"
"Y-yeah... a real dragon..."
Half confusion, half awe rippled through the crowd.
Thankfully, no one bolted. B- to A-rank hunter security stood firm around the stage, unflinching. Joo Ha-neul had vouched for safety on Baekya's honor just before the show.
And... it was a dragon, not some random monster.
*Hunters rarely see one in a lifetime, let alone civilians.*
When else would they get to see a live dragon? Most folks never even glimpse moving monsters.
Rooooaaar!
As if aware of all that, Yongyong roared again, seizing everyone's attention.
With the roar came a breath attack. Crimson flames filled the stage.
No real danger, though.
It wasn't true fire breath—just Yongyong's secret illusion magic.
The blazing red turned into sparkling particles, dazzling the stage even more.
But this was just the beginning.
What people romanticize about dragons boils down to two things.
Riding one through the sky.
Or slaying one for treasure.
Tonight, we'd let them experience the latter.
Whoooosh!
I sent mana through another thread—to the Titan core sprawled at the stage's edge.
At my signal, the core erupted in intense purple light, stealing the spotlight from Yongyong.
Rooooaaar!
Yongyong roared in protest, but it only sounded like dramatic music.
Click! Click!
The core's gravitational pull began. The disassembled Titan reassembled, using the dragon's roar as its grand entrance theme.
Click! Click!
The fully reformed Titan thudded to its feet.
“......”
Silence blanketed the audience.
Humans go speechless when reality exceeds expectations.
A miracle from the world's only Titan—the unique monster no one had ever seen.
"Let's go..."
I'd synced senses with the Titan too, for the safest, flashiest fight possible.
Controlling two at once was new for me—like using left and right brain separately, or drawing a square with one hand and a triangle with the other.
"Huuu...!"
Even after endless practice, my heart pounded like it would explode: thump! Thump! Boom! Boom!
Only one way to overcome it.
*Just enjoy the show.*
I raised my right arm.
The Titan mirrored it.
Swoosh.
Then wagged its fingers in a taunting gesture at Yongyong.
Grooooowl!
I made Yongyong charge with his left-side control. The dragon's fangs—said to be the sharpest—aimed for the golem's neck.
The Titan countered with a clenched fist to Yongyong's gut.
Baaam!
A thunderous boom.
Yongyong flew back slightly from the clean hit.
Of course, it wasn't real. Pure acting, with the boom from a mana burst—fake.
Up close, it was WWE.
From afar, perfect UFC.
“Wooooaaahhh!”
Cheers erupted. The Titan raised its arms like a champion.
But a dragon wouldn't end there.
Yongyong sprang up, blasting breath to close the gap.
...Crunch!
His three tails locked both Titan arms tight. Hard fragments chipped from the Titan's arms; it narrowed its brow.
Was the tide turning?
"Nooo!!!"
"Fight! Don't lose!"
Pity poured from the kids—just as planned.
At peak tension—
The Titan hoisted both arms, lifting the dragon into the air with golem strength.
Then—
Slaaaam!
Smashed it into the ground.
WWE-style, of course.
Seolbaek, waiting nearby, sprayed white mist to obscure the view.
In reality, more like a gentle landing, but the fog and sound created chaos.
The brain fills in what it wants to hear and see.
“Wooooaaahhh!”
Everyone thought the Titan landed a fatal blow.
The mist perfectly hid Yongyong and the Titan's lower body. Inside it, the Titan punched.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Actually hitting the stage floor. But Yongyong's head bobbed realistically in the haze, visible enough.
The crowd sensed victory. Time to wrap the show.
Flap!
Yongyong spread wings and ascended—clearly fleeing.
The Titan wouldn't allow it. It snatched the tails mid-air.
Rooooaaar!
Yongyong thrashed to "escape." After a struggle—
Snap!
He shed his tails without hesitation and soared into the night.
A clean win. The Titan raised the dragon tails overhead like trophies.
*...Thought I was gonna die from exhaustion.*
I severed the sense link immediately. No physical fatigue, but dual-syncing was mentally draining.
No time to rest, though.
"Dawn, you're heading in now, right? Hurry up."
Joo Ha-neul called me over. Time to share the spoils.
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[Dawn is Stupid Cute, Massive Updoot lmao][Posted by: MinervaDragon]
(Photo of Han Saebyeok flinching from the sparks)
Fr real so cute
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?? Don't you browse the gal? Don't know our gal queen?
Gal queen viral af
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-But where'd they find a gem like her?
Fr, heard she debuted as Molrangmol model
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Weee-ooo! Weee-ooo! Weee-ooo!
I stepped onto the stage with forty mini-golems pre-positioned.
Everyone, including me, held custom frying pans and mana burners—for grilling dragon tail.
Couldn't cook the fresh tails yet, so we prepped disassembled meat.
The Titan got a massive hunk and fitting pan.
Click! Click!
Flashes bombarded me at the front.
*...Kinda overwhelming.*
Bracing under the crowd's heavy expectations, I flashed a business smile.
Sizzle!
The dragon tail meat hit the pans with a heavenly sound.
The burner had plenty of heat, but I wanted flashier.
Whirr!
Seolbaek, disguised as a salamander right in front of me. His tail glowed red; tiny embers spat from his mouth.
Fwoooosh!
Oh yeah, real firepower...
“Eek!”
Unfortunately, one spark hit my finger amid the juices, stinging my delicate skin.
“Whaaa...!”
The unexpected scorch had me hopping around the stage uncontrollably.
“Huff! Huff! Huff!”
The throbbing heat in my slightly swollen fingertip finally subsided.
Click! Click!
...What the hell had I just done?
Instinct told me it thrilled the audience even more.
Better that way.
Still, my face burned. I'd look like a ripe strawberry in a mirror.
Ahem. I cleared my throat, returned to my spot, and poked the undercooked meat, silently praying they'd forget.
So freaking embarrassing.