Extras are too strong 491
“A propagator who spreads the dragon race to a new world, and an ambition to become a god of one world. Our home world was extremely mature and stable compared to this world… and that is why it was stagnant.”
True dragons are beings with cosmic power.
However, their home world was so perfectly balanced that it was hard to find any gaps.
The desires that could be achieved in such a world were so trivial compared to the power they possessed.
“We discovered an opportunity and seized it. In the end, we were defeated and became the foundation for this world, but isn’t it shameless to package it as a noble sacrifice?”
The shadow of the dead True Dragon smiled bitterly.
Mord poured his cup without saying a word, and he poured Mord’s cup in return.
Eastram asked after emptying his glass.
“You seem convinced that this age of chaos will ultimately lead to destruction.”
“yes.”
“The specific reason is… hmm. Is it because you observed this world from outside the world? Didn’t you already see a future that was converging on destruction? So, not through your usual precognitive ability, but something that actually happened?”
“… … .”
Mord was speechless with surprise. The surprise was clearly visible on his expression, which hardly changed.
Because Eastram’s guess was so sharply pointed to the truth.
Istrum continued speaking, paying no attention to Mord’s reaction.
“Then it makes sense that I summoned only your soul through a body that inherited the blood of the Heavenly God. If you were a being that observed this world from outside the world with a transcendental perspective, you would be able to perceive all points in time equally, not just the present, but from the past to the future. And… … .”
Istraum pointed to Mord’s head with a long, black-scaled finger.
“The soul is an information entity that has the transcendence to transcend the shackles of the world, so if you give up your body and enter with only your soul, you can use any point in time that you are aware of as the point of entry.”
“… … .”
“If my guess is correct… this world was destroyed once at the end of the Age of Chaos. And you were called to this world to rewrite the history that converged on destruction. What do you think?”
Eastram looked at Mord, smiling triumphantly.
Mord looked at him with a frighteningly hardened face.
A cold sweat ran down my face.
‘Just by facing me… is it possible to guess this much?’
It’s surprising that he’s even pointed out the truth. But isn’t he also pointing out things that even Mord, the person involved, didn’t think of?
“That seems right.”
Eastram filled Mord’s glass with a slightly excited look.
Mord emptied his cup in one gulp to calm his troubled mind.
“… Could that have been possible for you in the past?”
“The process by which we entered this world was similar. We came with a physical body.”
“I heard from Eriu. The Ranpaloze I met when I first came to the Dragon Soul was a being so much larger than the Ranpaloze you showed me.”
“I guess so.”
“I originally thought you were beings with cosmic powers. Perhaps the form of the True Dragon Ranfaloze that Eriu met was your original… form before you entered this world? And the form you showed me is the form you had after entering this world?”
“That’s correct. It’s amazing that you were able to guess that far with such a small clue.”
Eastram smiled cheerfully and filled Mord’s cup.
“It took us quite some time to transmit and nurture the spark of intelligence to the primordial gods of this world. It is extremely difficult to communicate with each other in perfect time synchronization between different worlds.”
Unfortunately, by the time the six True Dragons and the Primordial Deities reached an agreement, more than 70% of this world had already been invaded by the Demon Realm.
“It was essentially the end. If things had gone as they were, this world would have been swallowed up by the demon world and become a part of it.”
That would have happened if it weren’t for the intervention of the six true dragons.
“The contract was made through an agreement with the primordial deity. That agreement remains valid even if we come to exist in the past.”
For the inhabitants living inside the world, the flow of time is absolute.
It always flows from the past to the future.
But from outside the world, all of these things exist simultaneously.
It’s like a book where you can open any page you want at any time.
The six True Dragons chose a page from outside the world and opened it. They entered a time much further back in time than when the agreement was reached.
“Thanks to the Heavenly God acting as the mediator of the contract, this process was made easier.”
However, the six True Dragons had fallen to a pitifully small and weak existence compared to when they were in their home world. This was the price they had to pay to enter this world with their bodies and powers preserved.
“… In fact, this world has been destroyed twice.”
“Yes. It really is a lucky world.”
“yes?”
A world that was destroyed twice is lucky?
“How lucky are we to have been given the chance to recover from destruction twice and rewrite history? After all, from a cosmic perspective, the destruction of a human civilization that dominates a planet is something that can happen very easily.”
“If you look at it that way, then yes, that is true.”
Mord just chuckled.
Eastram asked.
“Are you planning to keep hiding it from your colleagues?”
“no.”
Mord shook his head.
“I will reveal it someday. When I am ready.”
Mord trusts his companions. He can reveal his secrets to them.
“When you are ready, not your colleagues?”
“Yes. I have that feeling. There’s still more to check… … .”
“check?”
“I think I can talk about it only after I confirm all the differences between what I know and this world.”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you know about the organization called Silver Blood?”
“I know. Our descendants have mentioned it several times.”
“There was a person in that organization named Archmage Samus. Did you know?”
“No, I don’t know. What kind of person is that?”
Eastram only obtains information from the present world through beings who have reached him by drinking the Dragon Spirit Wine or through the Dragon Spirit Descent.
At this point, most of the information he knew had been obtained through the dragon tribes living on the Eastern Continent. It was natural that he did not know much about what had happened on the Western Continent.
“After the end of the myth, he was the first descendant of Bredias to achieve divinity, and he was also the most powerful great magician on the Western Continent.”
“Wow, that guy was quite something.”
“Yes, but not now. I heard he sacrificed himself to prevent a great disaster that almost struck the Western Continent decades ago.”
“… According to the original history you know, this person should have been alive at this point?”
“That’s right. He’s the one who built a huge organization called Silver Blood and stood at the top of it, exerting great influence on the world. Even though such a person disappeared decades ago, the history of this world is not much different from what I know.”
“That’s certainly strange. Does it make any sense?”
“I guess he may have brought me into this world.”
“At the cost of sacrificing your own existence?”
“Yes. I think it was also his own arrangement that history didn’t change much after his death.”
“It’s not something that a mere god-king wizard can do… How many world fragments has he had in the history you know?”
Mord inwardly stuck out his tongue at Istram’s insight.
“I don’t know the exact number, but I’m sure it’s more than 300.”
“… … .”
Eastram thought for a moment and then said.
“…There must be one more person.”
“yes?”
“Assuming your guess is correct, it wasn’t that Samus who summoned you alone, was it?”
“Why do you think so?”
“It’s not something that can be done by a single god. Even if he is a great magician.”
Istram filled Mord’s cup and sat lost in old thoughts.
“To rewrite history is to commit the greatest atrocity in the world. To make everything that has happened up to that point ‘never happened’ is no different from destroying the world. In order to enforce such an atrocity, you must have at least the majority of the rights.”
“More than half of the world’s fragments?”
“Yes. You need to have collected more than half of the miraculous fragments that can reshape the world as you wish before you can even attempt something like that. Of course, this assumes you have the ability to do so.”
Eastram shook his head.
“In addition, it can be evaluated as a noble sacrifice in that they offered their existence as a price.”
“… … .”
Mord thought for a moment and then said.
“As you guessed, there were two people who called me. However, I don’t know who the other one is yet.”
“And I feel like I absolutely have to identify that one person.”
“Yes. I don’t know why, but… I feel like only then will I be qualified to tell my colleagues the truth.”
“I see. It wasn’t a question of trust… … .”
Mord looked at his expression with a puzzled look.
“Are you happy about that?”
“I was wondering why you didn’t tell Eriu the truth. I’m glad to know that it wasn’t because you didn’t trust the boy.”
“… … .”
Mord blinked for a moment at Istram’s honest answer.
“You care about Eriu.”
“Of course. That child is my close friend’s blood relative.”
“Eriu… is not ‘Eriu Ranfaloje’.”
“I know. That’s why I love her even more. She’s the daughter of Eriu Lanfalozé, so from my perspective, she’s like a granddaughter to me.”
Eastram nodded his head, smiling happily.
He asked, filling Mord’s cup again.
“In the original history you know… in the history that converged on destruction, was Eriu happy?”
“It was unfortunate.”
“… So that’s what happened.”
Eastram sighed softly.
“Did you expect that?”
“Because that child told his story. I thought that if he hadn’t met you, he would have been unhappy.”
“… … .”
“In the original history, in what way was the child unfortunate?”
“she is…….”
Mord told him about Eriu of Sedokma, whom he knew.
Istram, who had been continuously filling Mord’s cup, let out a long sigh after hearing the story.
“That child… really lived a life filled with hatred for the world and loathing for himself.”
“Probably so.”
“I’m so glad that kid met you… … .”
Eastram took a deep breath and suddenly clicked his tongue.
“Time is up.”
The appointed time was running out.
He filled Mord’s cup and said,
“Come again.”
“All right.”
Mord bowed his head.
And darkness separated them.
* * *
Mord opened his eyes.
He looked up at the star-filled night sky for a moment, then lowered his head and looked at his colleagues.
“There were 47 glasses.”
Mord immediately told them the facts they were most curious about.
“Wow, that’s a record-breaking move.”
Keel stuck out his tongue.
Sedeia had 45 cups, and Eriu had 36 cups, which was worse than the first.
No matter how much Eastram cared for Eriu, it seemed like there were some things he couldn’t help.
The process of gaining strength by drinking Yongseongju is different from drinking nectar or eating golden apples, but it is inevitable that the second time you drink it will be less effective than the first time.
‘If there were no such restrictions, the dragons would have overwhelmed the gods and elves.’
In fact, it was surprising that Eriu had achieved such results the second time. The dragons would have been speechless with shock if they had seen it.
“Mordo, what about you?”
“It’s the same feeling as when I received a powerful blessing. I don’t feel like I received anything extra.”
The strength added was incomparable to when I first ate nectar or golden apples.
If Mord can feel a significant increase in power now, that in itself is enormous.
‘I had a slight expectation that it might fill in what I was missing… … .’
It seems that Istraam decided that it would be better to strengthen Mord’s existing abilities as much as possible rather than adding anything to them.
Parwell asked.
“So are you moving tomorrow?”
“Okay. Tomorrow… let’s make contact with the Stolen Forest Alliance.”
Mord nodded.
