Madman in a Fantasy World

15. Extinction

We entered the village, but not much attention was paid to us.

The dragons were not interested in us to the extent that it would be embarrassing to call them the same prisoners. Rather, he was smiling happily at his body as if he were at the end of a gym, but he wondered if his love for himself was too much.

We weren’t interested in Yongin either. There was something more striking than that.

“Luke that… no matter how you look at it…”

“It’s a pit house.”

The houses of the Yongin people were neither brick houses nor wooden houses as we know them, but dugout houses made of straw. No, prehistoric times? Even the buildings I just saw in the Bureau of Beasts were all built with bricks, and even the dwarves showed a futuristic look of building buildings with iron.

Why did these people’s civilization rather degenerate? They bullied civilization among themselves and became self-absorbed.

‘Aren’t there people among the dragons who can use their brains?’

It forms two major mountain ranges with the Dwarves who founded the country with just one head.

“If the house is like this, aren’t the Yongin people cold?”

“Our sturdy bodies don’t feel cold! They boast steel-like defense!”

That’s just stupid, don’t you know what cold is? At that time, the sentry who was guiding us spoke.

“You guys are lucky! In a few days, you will have a chance to see the Dragon God Genie’s Dragon God’s dragon face! Take it with pride!”

No, I just told you that I knew you, you idiot. If these guys are really related by blood to Ice and Snow Dragon, I wonder if Ice and Snow Dragon is just as stupid as they are.

I heard from the World Tree that there is intelligence, but in fact, it was at least minimal.

“We’ve arrived! Go inside! This is where you guys will be staying!”

Like other buildings, the place where we will stay is also a pit house.

It was impossible to sleep outside, so I had no choice but to go inside the dugout. The inconvenience is maxed out from bending over when entering.

An empty house with no one inside. Seeing that there are no traces of people, it seems that it is not shared with other people. Well, how much labor and materials go into making a dugout.

There was only a small bonfire in the dugout. I just don’t know why they made a bonfire because they said they didn’t catch the cold.

“Luke, do we have to sleep here…?”

“Don’t worry. We always carry something like this.”

It’s something I always keep in my inventory for me and Yui, who hate camping.

that’s the bed I took the bed out of my inventory and put it in the corner. No matter how stupid the house is, as long as it has walls and a ceiling and a bed, you can get a good night’s sleep.

“This, human! What is that!”

Then, the wide-eyed Yongin pointed to the bed.

“A bed. The one you use to sleep.”

It’s not strange that I took things out of thin air, but the bed seems strange. Seeing that they don’t even know a bed, it seems like they know how long ago they built and lived in separate villages.

“Keuheum…! There might be poison, so I’ll check it first!”

There’s poison in the bed, so what are you crazy about? And I’m going to write it. Why do you check it? The sentry said there might be poison and lay down on the bed. However, because of the wings growing behind her back, she could not lie down properly.

“Kuh…! Maybe it’s because they’re stupid human beings, so they’re making these uncomfortable things!”

A word from the sentry who jumped out of bed. As always, there is nothing wrong with the tool. The user just has a problem.

‘If it was useless, I would have killed them all.’

I experienced today how long a lifeline can be if a person is useful. Otherwise, there’s no reason to save the evil bastards of a society like that.

Immediately after, the sentry turned around and headed towards the entrance of the dugout.

“I’m going to stand guard, but if you’re thinking nonsense, you’d better stop! To us dragons, you can kill with just as much strength as your fingernails!”

I don’t know how many times I’ve heard that sound.

“Nui ye nui ye.”

After confirming the disappearance of Yongin in the dugout, I asked Luna.

“Luna, how do you feel when you first see the Dragon race, which you’ve only heard about in rumors?”

“I just wish I hadn’t known it my whole life…”

That’s right.

***

There is nothing to see, and all you have is the narcissistic Yongin and a dugout house, so what are you going to do?

During the few days we stayed in the village, the dragon god ritual was steadily prepared. The dragons moved busily asking what they had to prepare. Most of the movement was just walking back and forth without carrying anything.

Anyway, a large tree was installed in the center of the village to hold the ancestral rites. Still, he seems to know what a beacon is.

And on the day of the dragon god festival. All the dragons, including us, gathered in the middle of the village. In the middle stood an old dragon, apparently an elder, holding a cane.

The dragons lined up next to it and placed the food they had brought on the floor one by one. It’s the food their god eats, but it’s not even on a plate, it seems to be placed on the floor.

“Human! Offer the food you brought!”

And it’s our turn to come back. We also entered the village on the pretext of offering food, so it was a natural procedure.

I also put a bunch of meat I had prepared in advance between the piles of food.

After the food offering, the next turn is the beacon. When Ice and Snow Dragon lit a fire big enough to see it, the elder closed his eyes and recited a prayer.

Accordingly, all the dragons in the place bowed to the cold floor. Of course, I wasn’t interested in that, so I kept my eyes open and my back straight.

As I waited for it to arrive, soon after, a great wind pressure rose from the sky with a fluttering sound. Soon after, a large shadow fell across the sky.

– Crow, rwa, rwa, rwa!!

The unique cry of a dragon is a bonus. As soon as I heard that sound, the first thing I thought was that I had finally arrived.

Ice Snow Dragon in the form of a Western dragon that often appears in fantasy. Blue scales close to white, and a long neck. It was a dragon with three pairs of horns on its head.

Skana, the Ice and Snow Dragon, landed proudly in front of the beacon, flapping her huge wings. At the same time, frost began to fall from the sky.

The dragons who watched it did not open their mouths recklessly, but their eyes as they looked at Bingseolryong were filled with awe and respect. Taking advantage of the confusion, we sneaked out and hid behind a dugout.

Then Luna raised a question.

“Aren’t we here to catch the Ice Snow Dragon? Why are you hiding…?”

It seems she knew I was going to jump on her.

“I know when I see it.”

Unlike the dragons’ excessive interest, Bingseolryong himself did not seem to be interested in the dragons. Ice Snow Dragon checked the food offered to him with indifferent eyes. and quietly open mouth.

[You guys really know me funny.]

He said he had Izzy, but I didn’t know he could talk like that. The one who was taken aback by the sudden situation was the elder who was closest to Ice and Snow Dragon.

“Yo, dragon god. What do you mean by that…?”

[They thought it was ridiculous, so I let them do as they please, but they unknowingly devise a plan to poison me.]

gibberish. If I had given grace, the kids wouldn’t have grown up to be so stupid. I don’t know what kind of grace the idiots give me every year, or the unemployed in the corner of the room who are flattered.

“Eh, poisoning!? That’s unreasonable!”

[Do you think I will die from poison like this! I, who have lived for hundreds of years!]

I knew it wouldn’t work, but it’s a pity.

“Wait a minute. What’s the situation? Poisoning?”

“Ah. I prepared that.”

There’s no way they’re trying to poison the god they’ve served for decades. Of course, it’s all my fault. At that word, the three eyes are focused on me.

“···Yes?”

“···what?”

“Eh…?”

“Why are you giving expensive meat to a guy who’ll be looking for it soon? I can’t even eat it.”

The meat I showed you a few days ago was the special meat I had prepared for you to eat, and the meat I gave you as an offering was meat filled with Poison from the Sea Serpent.

“…somehow, you just gave me the meat.”

Where in the world is it free? If there is something going, there must be something coming. This was actually planned to some extent.

I understand that the dragon people worship Ice and Snow Dragon like a god, but will that god look down on you? An action that started with such a question.

Of course, the result is so. I have never heard of a human receiving a reward for praying to and offering food to God.

– Crow, rwa, rwa, rwa!!

The moment I was thinking, Ice Snow Dragon roared. The food piled up in front of them was blown everywhere by the wind pressure. The frightened elder prayed earnestly.

“Dragon God, please calm down your anger!”

“Please put me to sleep!”

After the elder prayed, the Yongin followed suit in chorus.

“Hey, I’m always thinking, who made the setting that the dragon roars and cries?”

In the world I lived in, dragons are a subject that can be seen a lot. A common material that has not been seen often. Even if it sounds plausible when you actually hear it, it’s that cry that makes the Gao that was there fall off when you look at it in writing.

“It sounds scary to us…”

“You’re right.”

While we were talking, the conversation seemed to have progressed somewhat on the other side.

“Yongin! Everyone, take up your arms! It seems that the Dragon God is being manipulated by the devil! We’re returning the favor we received from the Dragon God with our strength!”

Upon hearing the elder’s words, Luna and Richie’s mouths widened.

“I didn’t just hear something wrong…?”

“I think I heard it wrong too…”

How to release God’s wrath (physical). Since he has not received any favors, he must return them to his enemies.

“That’s real madness.”

“That’s what you saved me to do…”

“Mochilong.”

Otherwise, there’s no reason to keep these assholes alive, right?

I didn’t know those idiots would self-destruct, but those two fighting was a predestined outcome, so they’re hiding like this now.

Today, the Yongin tribe will disappear from the continent.