The Foreigner on the Periphery

Chapter 72: Dragon Hater, Dragon Hater (6)

Unlike the real spider, the monster did not give birth for a long time after being released into society. whether male or female. Ober spiders could self-reproduce females if they wished, but the reason for not doing so was simple. The spider hated its own body.  

= I didnt want to give birth to such a hideous mutation again I didnt want to be born with a body like this. =  

The reason for not giving birth to a male was also clear. Soldiers spawned by ober spiders in their natural state were all responsible for catching prey and protecting the nest. In the 21st century, such soldiers were unnecessary. The best way to hunt undetected in a modern city where CCTV and magic investigations were common was for the queen to seduce her instead of mobilizing a soldier spider.  

The role of guarding the nest was taken by the management office and private security company. So one day, the mind of the monster who had been delaying childbirth for a long time, which only consumed energy, changed. It was because he saw the existence of the stolen talent on the news. The promise of non-birth,' which was chosen to adapt to a civilized society, was broken.  

=Ive heard them talk before going outside.=  

He couldn't remember the details, but he did remember that Talent played a very important role in their experiments. At the time, he didnt even know it was money, but the idea that if he had the Talent, he could extract the soul and transfer it to another body, was clearly etched in his mind. The monster that revived that memory was filled with joy and anticipation.  

Perhaps there was a way to throw away this cursed body and move on to a normal body. Thus was a sustainable life without eating the flesh of an intelligent body alive. Without mobilizing a polymorph that consumed magical power, instead of a body like a tortured piece of meat, one could live a life that anyone would admire as beautiful.  

It was stolen, so did you think you could get it from a black market in Korea? My head is a field of flowers.'  

The monster, who had no background knowledge of how difficult a talent was to control, and could not guess that Minjun was holding it in a state of being bound to his soul, came to Seoul recklessly. And then he put his head down and set a goal.  

Such was a person who could secure stolen items that even the police could not find. He was a man with enough money and power. Edward Mitchum then moved to intimidate him. He seduced him, secured his seed, and bore a child. The children then died and disappeared within a year, but he decided that if he didnt tell them, he wouldnt know.  

If one could somehow receive talents in the meantime, one would achieve their goal. It was a vain plan.'  

It was a poor plan that did not even envision the next stage after securing the talent, but it was a failure that the variable Minjun intervened decisively. Jenkinson and Minjun left the interrogation room after having the monster divulge everything they remembered.  

Red Dragon said with a rigid expression. "The ancient race must have intervened in this as well."  

He couldnt think of anyone else who had the ability to combine dragon genes with extinct extraterrestrials. "I'll have to put this on the agenda for the coming Balaur meeting."  

Starting with the carbide who instigated Princess Vermi, unusual things were happening around the Earth one after another. Minjun also agreed with Jenkinson, sharing his recent doubts. The two separated after the Red Dragon decided to take charge of the investigation of the place that the monster had stated for the first time outside.'  

However, even after Minjun left Lair, Jenkinson could not rest.

   Tiling!  

The call turned out to be from Blair.

Chairman, everyone you have nominated has arrived and is waiting.  

"I see. Go soon."  

Jenkinson usually didn't call his subordinates rare. But this time was an exception. From now on, he intended to act not as the president of the Jenkinson Company, but as a red dragon who made Korea his territory.  

It was now time to punish the spy for leaking information about Ha Eun-seongs safe house.  

***    

What? Was it returned?" Carbite, who was examining the data at the committee headquarters, muttered as if it were ridiculous. The aliens name was Gadwick, who played the role of a middle officer at headquarters.  

Gadwick gave an instruction to his direct subordinate, Tess India, not long ago, gave the regular report that the trends of the prisoner Asif-666 dispatched to the Earth, the 4th level, in the far remote area in the name of labor reform. And in a recent report, there was something unbelievable.  

There is a circumstance that Asif-666 was deeply involved in the death of a Thunder Dragon genus (estimated age: 5,300 years old) who obtained permanent residency in that dimension. It is said that the incident was known as a result of the punishment directly carried out by the ancient dragon of the genus Hwaryong, who made the area a territory.

However, in Dotes report, the head of the corpse was severely damaged, and there were too many parts that could not be seen from the wounds caused by dragon fighting Important information that was not reported in the earths media was written.  

I can't.'  

According to the personal data, the body assigned to Asif-666 was obviously human. Did humans in any way not only intervene in the fight between the ancient dragons but also make a meaningful contribution?  

This is a bit dangerous.  

Gadwick wondered if this was a sign of the recovery of a sealed memory. He knew that they sent people to that dimension under the guise of a recent tax audit. However, it would not be unreasonable to say that the signs that were not noticed at that time are starting to burst out now. In Gadwicks mind, the commissioners seemed to spin Asif-666 back and forth on the outskirts, waiting for it to die on its own. It was difficult to continue this way any longer.  

The most fatal problem of the frontier dimension was that real-time monitoring was impossible due to the limitations of technology, even though there was no ancient race that volunteers to dispatch and there was no choice but to send prisoners. Of course, various systems exist to compensate for blind spots, but there was no better alternative than bringing them into the center and monitoring them 24 hours a day.  

Why did you send a heinous criminal with a bail of 5 million talents to the remote area in the first place?

Sometimes, delegates made decisions they didn't understand. Gadwick thought he needed to correct what was wrong now, so he suggested. He said that the dispatch of Asif-666 to the poles should be stopped and brought back to headquarters. Therefore, it was a more thorough inspection and even if no problems were found, it should be relocated to perform missions at a level near the headquarters for a while.  

However, it was rejected. Gadwick reads the rejection notice at a fast pace. According to him, the most active opposition among the delegates was . . .  

Youre the captain of Endelion.  

Doubts then filled Gadwicks mind. What did the delegates have in mind? Gadwick couldnt come up with any reason for him to object. After thinking for a moment, he brought up the data about Asif-666 again. Most of the items were covered with a hazy light or replaced with a message asking them to read it after obtaining the appropriate permission.  

He was carefully examining to see if he could find any clues when a voice rang outside the door of the office.  

I have prepared a meal.  

"Come in."  

Then, the door opened. A woman with a human body was walking with a tray. Gadwick looked at her, turning her gaze away from her for a moment. Characters that could only be seen by the prisoners and the members of the committee that supervised them flashed over the human head.

Bezny-945,770,133 Prisoners whose identification number starts with Asif are those who are judged to be more economical to roll because of their poor ability to be thrown into the Abyss.  

This was just like the inmate who caused Gadwick to rot his head. On the other hand, in cases that start with bezny,' such as Hyung-no (), who had just come in, he should have been expelled to the Abyss because it was not economical. The slave slaves thus supplied were mainly serving the ancient races, taking on chores. Mobilizing prisoners for tasks that could be replaced with golems or androids was actually close to a waste of money considering the talents required for reforming labor.  

Therefore, slavery was a luxury. An ancient race that favored a response that was impossible for artificial intelligence, but only possible for creatures that actually inhabited souls, was at this wrath. The reaction between fake and real was bound to be different. For example, an artificial intelligence implanted in a cooking tool would then pour out words when talking about cooking, but it would soon be very difficult to continue the conversation on other topics.  

Only a real intelligent body could solve such a shortcoming. Well? What does this smell like?"  

Gadwick looked at her slave with a displeased look at her. "What, why do you smell like dragons?"  

With that, she froze the woman. "Sorry, I'm sorry."

She crouched as if she didn't know where to put her body. "In the morning, I went to the breakfast supper service because there was not enough staff Among the tribes of the delegation who attended there was a dragon"  

With that, Gadwick burst into anger. What?! He shivered, shaking the hairs all over his body.  

"No matter how inexperienced inmates are, if they work at the headquarters of the committee, they dont have to have the essential common sense! Dont you know that we hate dragons?!  

Carbite was a representative Dracophobia among the ancient races. And their repercussions used to be both emotionally and physically. Gadwick shrugged and exclaimed nervously.  

"If you served in the presence of a dragon, you shouldn't have come after disinfecting your entire body and clothes! If I have an allergic reaction, how do I deal with it?"  

The slave then bowed her head and repeated the words of apology over and over again. Gadwick was very dissatisfied.  

As far as I know, I'm a paid slave in the Carbite Society. A bitch like that comes in front of me smelling like a dragon? Damn, you cant empty your head like that.'

He said coldly. "Take all of this and make a new one. No, when you come, send another brother-in-law."  

Alright! The slave became crying and tried to retrieve the tray he had put down. At that moment, she saw a part she had never paid attention to. There was a picture of a prisoner floating in the air and a long line of letters. She couldnt read the writing there, but she could see the pictures.

      Uh? Carbite shouts sharply. "What are you doing? Im not taking it!  

Yes Yes! Carbite immediately noticed where Hyung-nos gaze was headed. Why are you doing this?'  

Unlike Asif-666, the original race was disclosed among the personal information of that slave. He remembered that when he was first placed in this area, he had gone through the papers and thought it was strange.

He had reason to question her at the time. It was because he was curious about the reason why Stans soul would have to be transferred to a human body. Considering the physical condition, the Stan can provide a much better labor force, and the synchronization rate with the body would be high. However, it was not known whether she was a Stan, who had been making a living up to that point.  

The fact that the information was not disclosed meant that the subject is an Asif-666-level dangerous person, or that it is the result of a kind of slave hunt in which an illegal method was mobilized during the arrest process. Gadwick, who thinks shes definitely in the latter, spit bluntly. "Why, did you think of any lost memories? Did you have a relationship with that man before you were caught by the committee?"  

It was because he knew there was absolutely no chance of that happening. "Oh no!"  

Bezny-945,770,133' hurriedly took the tray and went out. Not long after she started her prison life, she still made these mistakes. Closing her door and coming out into the hallway, the slave felt her heart pound. It wasnt just that she had just made a mistake and had been rebuked. She was thinking of the mans face embodied in the screen.  

Why am I doing this?' She didnt know why. The moment she saw her for the first time, she felt like her chest was sinking.

You can't do this. We need to move quickly.'  

So that they didn't receive additional reprimands for our late response, they needed to act quickly before a punitive deduction was applied to today's 0.0000000025 talents per day. But as she moved, she could not erase her face from her mind. Her breathing quickened, and unknown emotions rushed through her chest. She never imagined there would be such a beautiful person in the world.