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chapter-123

I will bring you up properly!

It was a little shocking: another being used the Black Box in this fantasy world. I thought I was the only one who was special, like a hero in a novel, but evidently, that wasn’t true.

Still, I had something to say. Did he hide everything until the end until he died? If one was hanging in danger and hanging in the balance of death, wasn’t it natural to throw pride aside? However, that wasn’t the case.

At least, not for my dear companion.

It was evident that, even after losing, he didn’t want to become an accomplice of the God of the fantasy world or the First Hero.

“Or is it not even a defeat?”

The King Dragon of Oblivion, Noebius, didn’t remove the seal of the Black Box until the very end. But I, as soon as I was in danger, immediately used it. For my friend, pride was above life. For me, it was on the contrary. All the same though, I didn’t think I gave up my pride. You could say that I used life insurance.

However, my pride suffered when I saw my friend’s body dissolve into the ground. Yet, I didn’t regret my decision. I’m alive, which meant there would be time to restore my pride. If I killed all the witnesses to my shame, then no one would know.

► Confusion: Am I a witness?!

Don’t worry, Miss Trainee. We’re secret friends. We got just one more secret.

It was an uncertain victory, but it was still a victory. Besides, I managed to get something. Before he died, the High Dragon of Oblivion, Noebius, said that his time had come, so there was no doubt that he died a natural death, but I consumed all his experience points.

Level 2833 → Level 1506 → Level 3795

The experience points used in battle had now been restored with interest. But because of this, fear rose within me. What if I lost after using experience points? This terrible turn of events had never happened, but no one could guarantee that it would never happen. Therefore, I needed to prepare for it.

“And I thought that I would have nothing to do…”

Even for a Hero with 25 years of experience, rest was a luxury. As soon as I thought about getting rid of the skills of the fantasy world, things that needed to be done immediately popped up in my head. The foundation must be rebuilt. If I didn’t, then someday I would become a slave to the God of the fantasy world.

Everything was quite logical. Imagine that the Hero’s skills suddenly disappeared. Beloved ones who loved the Hero so much because of his Status will leave him, and his companions and subordinates will ignore him. And not only that. Opponents waiting for an opportunity and enemies who want to take revenge on the Hero will immediately appear.

Beating, torture, castration, humiliation, robbery, exploitation…

Surely his enemies would not take revenge beautifully. And then the God of the fantasy world would offer to return the skills; in return, you just needed to become his slave.

►Difficulty: Quite a possible development of events. I haven’t personally met with him, so I cannot draw any conclusions. But can the one who raised the just Hero do this? I am not trying to impose my point of view on you but simply expressing my thoughts.

I would continue to prepare as I was doing now. This was so that, when the God of the fantasy world took the skills and offered me to become his slave, I could safely refuse. This was also my revenge. Not necessarily against God, but against the heads of large companies, politicians, and show business stars who thought that everything should be as they wanted them to be. They were the types to freak out if something did not go as planned.

“Hmm. Isn’t it the same with me?”

Looking back, I had been pretty arrogant too. Apart from the very difficult first pass, you could count on one hand the times when I was weak. Because of this, I began to think that everything would be the way I wanted it to be. In the 8th playthrough, as a sweet child, I built a powerful empire in the northern continent without anyone’s help.

It couldn’t be helped, even if it sounded arrogant.

“Master. Are you okay?”

Saint H, who had landed next to me, asked me this while holding the dragon egg in her hands. She put it on her right shoulder, and with her other arm, held Tamer E by her slender ankle.

“Well, she looks bad…”

Imagine a woman on some gallows; only she was suspended by the ankle. Her legs were spread apart, her tongue was stuck out, and saliva freely flowed from her mouth.

…If you’ve imagined something obscene, go to the hospital.

“Although the body is in order, she doesn’t have the experience points for me to resurrect her,” Saint X explained the reason.

“Hmm. It’s because she’s dead by me?”

An incredibly small amount of experience points could be earned from hunting. For example…

Imagine that you needed 100 experience points to level up from 1 to 2, and from 2 to 3, you need 200 experience points. According to the laws of the fantasy world, if you absorbed enough experience points, your level would rise. In other words, a level 2 body had a strength equal to 100 experience points, and a level 3 body would store 300 experience points in itself.

And this was where the problem arose. Theoretically, to increase the level from 1 to 3, you needed to defeat three opponents of level 2 and absorb their experience points. However, in reality, this isn’t the case. You needed to defeat more opponents.

► Affirmation: It is. Because it is impossible to absorb all the experience points.

About 90% of the experience points remained in the corpse. About 8% was dispersed in nature, and only about 2% could be taken for yourself. There was also the Hero perk. The hero could absorb the scattered experience points and get about 10% of the experience points in the end. As stated in the description of the perk, this was five times experience. However, what about me?

I absorbed 100%.

“If a living creature dies, its experience points disappear. And although the body belongs to the 1st level, due to the specialization of the Saint, she also sees experience points circling next to the body. Is this what we usually call the soul? This soul disappears if the body is severely wounded or if, over time, the body is greatly weakened. But you even take the soul.”

Therefore, an inconceivable efficiency arose.

“So, it cannot be resurrected because there is no soul left?”

“Exactly.”

“The return of the soul…it seems impossible.”

I clicked my tongue. Sylvia remained alive at level 1, so she could get experience points back, but it was difficult to resurrect if there wasn’t even 1% of the soul left.

“Then…”

I then decided to use a different method. After activating the Black Box, I put Dark Energy into the body of Tamer E. I resurrected a nanny who suffered from a difficult birth before in a similar way. Dark Energy was power, still. And this time, there was an effect.

Flap!

Having recovered with the help of Dark Energy, Tamer E rose by her powers. Opening her eyes, she looked at me gratefully.

“Wooo…”

“Hmm?”

This wasn’t a civilized language, so it was difficult to understand it even with the help of Interpretation (A). Animal language? No, it was less than that. Because…

▷ Race: Undead

▷ Level: 1

▷ Specialization: Tamer (Taming → Exp ↑)

▷ Skills: Breeding S, Taming A, Empathy B, Gathering C), Spirit D …

▷ Condition: Controlled, Void

This was no longer a living being.

Undead. It means it doesn’t die, so it sounds like it’s invincible, but it’s just a zombie. It’s not a normal creature.

“Hiplia, what’s with the soul?”

“Hmm…in the body of the elf remained a tiny power of the 1st level. But I’m not sure if this can be called an elf…it is rather a new soul made of Dark Energy.”

“Tsk. It’s a failure.”

I need to be more careful when I want to resurrect someone else in the future. A limitation has appeared that prevented me from killing.

Flop.

As soon as I took the Dark Energy back, Tamer E fell powerlessly. And this time, not even a corpse remained.

Hsss…

The body, like that of a dead monster, simply dissolved.

“Master. What are we going to do with this egg? I think it can be put into storage. If you store living things there, then they may develop dementia or panic disorder, but this is just an egg, so I think everything will be fine.”

“No. I’m going to break it now.”

I wasn’t at a childcare center, after all.

“You can do that.”

“And keep the eggshell as a souvenir.”

Smiling, I summoned the Magic Sword and smashed the egg in half. I tried to work carefully so as not to kill the cub. And here it was!

“Greeee….”

As I expected, there was a green dragon cub inside. Was it because he was born too early? The plump-cheeked lizard with huge eyeballs was helplessly limp.

▷ Race: Green Hatchling

▷ Level: 358

▷ Specialization: Mage (Age → Magic ↑)

▷ Skills: Magic B, Stealth D, Survival F, Endurance F, Tolerance F …

▷ Condition: Newborn, Immaturity, Anxiety

As expected of the most powerful race in the fantasy world, a newly born dragon had a higher level than Alex. If they started fighting, the dragon would inevitably lose, but if I started to train it, it would soon be able to become a good dragon, able enough to eat Alex.

► Confusion: Do you want to raise this cute baby to be a villain?

Miss Trainee did have a strange sense of beauty. Look, it was just a nasty reptile.

Whether it be a lizard or a robot, they must be big and strong. Only then did they look cool. The lizard was a dragon, and the robot was a super robot, though. If I raised it, then in 3 years, it should be worth at least on par with the little finger of the King Dragon of Oblivion Noebius.

By the way, dragons were bisexual creatures. Depending on their wishes, they could become males or females. The gender was useless when it was in the form of a Dragon. They could even reproduce without individuals of their species. However, the color of the skin and its properties were transmitted according to the laws of genetics.

“How interesting. Was there an adult green dragon in the central continent capable of laying an egg? Or is it the handiwork of a stupid green dragon on the southern continent…”

“Greeee…?”

“Well, the main thing is not the one who gave birth, but the one who raises it.”

This dragon was too weak now, but it would soon become the strongest Fifth Disaster after the King Dragon of Oblivion. I decided so.

►Advice: Naturally, the newborn is still weak. It is you, Cadet Kan Han Soo, who is strange because you became the emperor of the northern continent at the age of three and even left descendants…

Miss Trainee, listen. Pets are like their owners.

The dragon, which will be raised by a Hero with twenty-five years of experience, simply cannot be ordinary.

“Do not worry, Green.”

“Gree? Gree?”

“I will not teach you in inhumane ways, like Alex. Although you’re not human.”

I will grow you into the Second King Dragon of Oblivion!

*

“By the way. It seems that we have flown quite far.”

While I dangled on the wings of my dear companion, King Dragon Noebius, we had drifted quite far from the nest.

Saint H, who came from the Festival of Heroes and didn’t know the area, was of no use. But did it matter? I’ve spent twenty-five years in the fantasy world. I had lived here more than the local youths. Unfortunately…

Now the fantasy world was more familiar to me than my home planet. I hadn’t been to all seven continents of the Earth, but I knew the terrain of the five continents of the fantasy world well. So much so that I could draw a 3D map in my head! The terrain had been contaminated and altered by the poisonous breath of the King Dragon of Oblivion, but there weren’t many lakes in the central continent.

“Gree….”

“You seem to be hungry.”

“Greee?”

This was the Holy Empire, with which I had many not very good memories. It was a country where a greedy woman lived who wanted to kill her older brother to become an empress. There were many dungeons with treasures and experience points. But above all…

“Green, would you like to eat the imperial princess?”

“Greee-?!”

“Ha! You should eat a variety of food.”

If you wanted to become a great dragon, you needed to know the taste of humans.