I Became the Wrong Race

50 – And the Dragon (3)

It felt like I was dreaming.

I was dazed, feeling as if I was floating on a void.

All kinds of thoughts came and went in and out of me, and the one that rose to the top was the purest one.

I thought about Grimm Darker.

I thought about why I like this game and why it got to this point.

Furthermore, I reflected on why I did such things in this world.

Why did I throw myself into a fight that wasn’t mine, and why did I enjoy a fight I never enjoyed, so much so that I got my head cut off?

If you think about it, the answer was simpler than you think.

I didn’t want to be a younger brother who was embarrassed by my older sister.

I wanted to become a younger sibling that my older sister would be proud of. Of course, that alone couldn’t explain all of this behavior.

The biggest reason was more intimate.

A place that meets my desires and thoughts.

Deeper inside than just saying I didn’t want to do that or not wanting to regret it.

I faced the reason I had hidden from myself.

I guess I was more attached to this world of Grimm Darker.

And it was worth it.

It was a game I started to try to understand my sister after she disappeared, but it has now become a part of me.

I couldn’t help but look at it with fondness simply because it was the world my sister loved.

However, as I walked in my older sister’s footsteps, I realized that I had come to truly like this world.

That was also thanks to the build called Homunculus Mourner.

The image of silently moving forward despite any obstacles and obstacles.

A strength that does not give in despite countless pains and obstacles.

That in itself was the ideal of what I wanted to become.

I wanted to be like that.

I wanted to live like that in a life filled with pain and obstacles.

I thought it would be nice if I could become such a strong person and have everyone look up to me.

I wanted to support, and someday, help and speak to people like me.

I was like that once too.

Becoming a strong person who can say such things. Maybe that wasn’t what I really wanted?

So I regretted it. There were many regrets that came to mind even as I was dying.

I should have tried something more adventurous.

Isla will suit me when she shows affection to me.

Try to do more kind things.

I should have met my sister too.

All those regrets filled my head and then slowly disappeared.

Like blood escaping from a cross section. I regretted it even though I realized that all my regrets were useless.

Excited.

And then I came to my senses to the sound of my heart that I couldn’t hear.

Excited, excited.

It is not the sound of my heart.

It belongs to some transcendent being that is too vast for humans to understand, so much so that only the sound of the heart can be heard.

It pitied me.

He was looking down at me as if he couldn’t just look at me and pass by.

I felt that touch and that gaze.

I conveyed my will to that being.

Now that everyone is dying, what good is pity?

Unexpectedly, contrary to what I thought would be just my own complaints, my will reached out to that being.

That sent some meaning to me.

‘This is the second time.’

It felt that way. It was a faint will conveyed in the sound of the heartbeat.

What do you mean second?

Even though I did not understand, its existence was not explained.

Just say it calmly.

‘There is no third.’

And another will floating around like a moon halo in the outskirts.

May you live without regrets.

With that, I felt like someone was pushing my non-existent back.

Cheee!

And then my eyes opened.

“Ah, drama, ugh… !”

Pain runs through my body. My body trembles, my back bends, and my clenched teeth break and regenerate with a clicking sound.

“Ugh, huh, sh*t….”

The throat rejoins, the wound burns and heals.

A transcendent force that moved through my entire body, every nerve and blood vessel, lifted me up.

Even though blood was pouring out of my mouth and I felt something exploding in my widened eyes.

I stood up and roared.

I raised my head high and roared, as if expressing the pain that I could not suppress, a certain energy that seemed to burst through my body.

The strength went out with a roar. The twitching muscles subside, and the blood vessels that were swollen to the point of bursting calm down.

As the pain eased, I felt countless eyes looking at me.

“… Father?”

Blood Knight Lorian speaks blankly.

“Llewelyn!”

Isla was relieved, but picked up her crossbow to help me.

“No, no, no, no!”

The dragon roars. Even though blood was dripping from my mouth and the pain of my vocal cords being twisted was weighing on my brain.

“Fake, fake!”

It opens its mouth and lunges. A huge presence suddenly comes and throws my body away.

My body is flying up and down. A dragon’s roar was heard.

A roar filled with indignation. Pieces of armor were flying around and the body was starting to tear as soon as it was regenerated.

I knew what I had to do.

Moving forward through obstacles.

[Mourning]

Pain runs down my spine as I crash into the wall.

Blood welled up from the mouth and I saw a large dragon flying faster than me, flapping its wings.

And I swung my fist at the head of the dragon flying towards me.

The arm is torn off starting from the elbow. But I don’t care.

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!

The dragon’s charge was deflected, and it bounced back at me, but the dragon was not unharmed.

The dragon’s scales peel off as he rolls across the floor, and fluid flows from his crushed skull.

Even then, it turned its mouth to bite me.

Boom!

The accurately fired crossbow sticks.

Go!

A crossbow that pierces the dragon’s eyeball precisely. Isla, left with tear marks, quickly threw herself away and avoided his tail.

“Hmph!”

The mourner jumps into the gap created and slams down his clenched fist, and the dragon’s head, which had just raised its head, falls to the floor.

Meanwhile, I saw the Blood Knight.

A blood knight wandering and looking at me. The soldiers around him stopped, unable to do anything.

They had no choice. Will you kill us like this and be killed by the dragon, or will you fight the dragon and then fight us?

From a realistic perspective, it has to be the former. If a Blood Knight steadfastly chose to attack even in a situation where his gender changed, it would be obvious what he would choose.

In the end, the Blood Knight gritted his teeth.

“Everyone gather! Subdue Nerilmaeus!”

I decided to help myself. The moment they each took out their weapons and charged at them, the dragon opened its still intact eyes and opened its mouth.

Breath. But it doesn’t connect. Without hesitation, one of the soldiers came forward and stretched out his hand while chanting, and a solid sphere enveloped us.

Quaaa!

The shooting breath deflected off both sides of the shield, and the Blood Knight stood next to me with complicated eyes.

There was no need for conversation. As we exchanged swords, we understood each other. I ran forward, and the Blood Knight followed me with his soldiers.

It swings its regenerated fist, strikes with its leg, and throws its body to avoid the swinging tail or front paw.

The soldiers died one by one because they were unable to stop the undead that were coming, and even got caught in the act and died because they did not see the dragon’s attack in time.

Only the Blood Knight followed me faithfully.

“Blood bag!”

She throws down her sword. A sword burning with flame. Star blade.

I take it and swing my sword at the tail that was rushing towards me. Switching her feet, she slightly twisted her waist to make a side cut.

The decapitating sword followed exactly the path I swung, completely cutting off the tail I cut, and the severed end floated in the air.

It didn’t end with the tail. We moved in step with each other and swung our swords.

In addition to the toes, tail, skin, and even the mouth.

Quaaa!

The front paws that I could not avoid hit my body, but while I was flying away, the soldiers filled the empty space.

Each one of them is as strong as the powerful enemy they fought back then, the Owl Bear Transformers.

Strong people who die before me because they do not have regeneration and vitality, but can inflict wounds on the dragon’s body.

The fact that I was originally an enemy or that they had come to take me away was a thing of the past.

We were together as temporary allies against the scourge of a rampaging dragon.

The sword in my hand rolled on the floor, and the dragon went on a rampage, crushing the soldiers and throwing away the Blood Knight.

It was rushing towards me.

From the beginning until now, the dragon was only interested in me.

At first, he tried to protect him because he thought it was his father.

Now, I felt embarrassed for daring to call my father false and tried to kill him.

The dragon, Nerilmaeus, hated me more than anyone else here.

Even now, to the point where he takes precedence over the countless people who attack him.

There is no rationality for a madman. To them, reason lies only in their own twisted minds.

I stretched out my left hand toward the maw that was trying to eat me.

Go!

At the moment of impact, cracks spread through my armor.

I realized it after experiencing it. Iron Man could not simply adjust the firing location.

The direction of launch could also be adjusted.

So I let the crack spread throughout the armor.

Until the cracks that covered my entire body exploded all over my body, causing a huge backlash.

Kwajijijijijijik!

Countless iron pieces are fired. Only straight ahead, towards the dragon that was trying to chew me up.

Of course, my armored body turns into tatters, and flowing blood covers the entire area.

Even the dragon, which had stopped after being hit on the head with countless iron pieces, seemed embarrassed by the sudden action.

But it won’t be long. The dragon will immediately resume its attack, and if that happens, there is no chance for me to win.

You only get one chance. I clenched my fists.

Place your tattered, bloody left arm into the dragon’s mouth and pull in your right fist.

Then, the world came together in the scattered breath.

The world came together in a fist.

I came back from the dead twice.

Once, when I jumped from the fortress of the three clans.

Another time was now.

My spirit and body have passed through two deaths.

As a result, I was able to intuitively feel the connection between spirit and body.

That ‘connection’ cannot be touched normally.

But the closer death gets, the closer the other person’s death gets.

The possibility of interference with the connection increases.

The power increases and the range also expands.

No one explained it to me, but I knew it intuitively.

This is a skill that is not listed in the status window and does not exist in the game.

It was mine and only I, who had died twice, could use it.

I stretched my fist forward.

Then the world turns colorless and stops.

Kwazizig!

I hear the sound of something breaking. The sound of deeply twisting engraved cracks.

Cracks ran through the colorless world.

From my fist to the massive body of Nerilmaeus.

The world that had been condensed spread out from the fist, creating cracks.

A crack deeper than the one carved into the armor.

The world stands still, and only the souls of me and Nerilmaeus move.

Jejeok.

A split soul. A body falling apart.

This attack cannot be avoided.

This attack becomes stronger as death approaches.

This attack cannot be blocked, no matter how hard the scales of a dragon are.

In a world completely colorless, my mouth moved beyond reason.

“Mortal.”

Then color returned to the world.

Blah blah blah, blah blah!

The soul burned brightly through the crack.