I recall a story from when I was very young, a long time ago.
At the time I was just 15 years old, and still a very young hatchling dragon. I was very proud of the fact that I was a dragon. Dragons! The species that amazes the world! The worldâs largest magical creature!
However, there was a dilemma that even dragons couldnât solve. A demon named âDevilâ was threatening to invade our home land, after coming through a crack in space from his homeworld the Demon World.
The Devil was strong.
It was said that all of the worldâs empires, kingdoms and dukedoms joined together to subjugate the Devil, but they never succeeded. Instead they failed time and time again, with incalculable losses. Half of the continent was razed to ashes, and many living beings died. It reached a point where not even dragons would consider going against the Devil.
Each day the destruction of the world came closer to being absolute.
Could we stop it? Who could stop the powerful army of the Devil? Is this the end?
At that moment, an existence appeared from nowhere.
I later heard that he was an existence who had been summoned to our world. He was extremely powerful. His name was Miro Lycas. It was said he set himself to the goal of repelling the Devil, and gathered every dragonâs bogu, a unique rank artifact each dragon owned. Perhaps it could be said that each bogu was something humans would call a legendary weapon?
(TL Note: 보꾏 is something I couldnât find even in the korean dictionary. If you have any better translation for it, please comment below. Sorry T_T )
However, what kind of existence was a dragon?
An existence that observes the world!
An existence that is the best in the world!
There was no way that a dragon would surrender their bogu to a mere human. However, Miro Lycas beat each dragon until they were just about to die, and then took their bogu. A human who pounded the dragons and stole their bogu! Isnât it hard to believe? However, I have to believe it.
I saw it personally.
Now, keep listening. That was when I was 15. At the time we were in the Dragonâs Lair, where a great meeting of dragons was in progress. It was a meeting where even five of the continentâs Western region dragons had gathered together.
The topic? It was about the existence of Miro Lycas, who had been hunting down dragons and requesting their bogu. At the time I was very young, so I could only watch the meeting between the centuries old elders in a subdued manner!
âThe prestige of the dragons has fallen to the ground!â
âHow does it sound to hand over the bogu instead? Miro Lycas is an existence that even an elder class dragon would lose to. What is an elder class dragon? Itâs a dragon who has lived for a thousand years. The only remaining elder class dragon is the Glacial Emperor, Sir Aramir Lantero, who controls the Glacial Region. However, the Glacial Emperor is in hibernation! At that point itâs reasonable to see Miro Lycas as being halfway to the level of a god. If it was just us we canât win against Miro Lycas, or even the Devil!
âHow could you ask us to hand over a dragonâs bogu to a mere human? Stop with the ludicrous statements. What will happen to our dragonsâ pride?â
âHowever, if Miro Lycas gets stronger, canât we entrust the role of exterminating the Devil to him? With just us, we have no way to defeat the current Devil! Is pride really a problem?â
The content of the discussion was at a level where the young me of the time had no answer. A being called the Devil who couldnât be exterminated even if all the worldâs dragons worked together had attacked. We canât even kill the Devil, yet weâre being so prideful? If the world is ruined, dragons will lose their homes. Can the elders not reason this basic knowledge that even I, a kid, know? My concern for the future of the dragons drew as the meeting dragged on, continuing on pointlessly.
Suddenly he appeared. He flew down from the sky, landing on the ground without a sound. Then spoke simply.
âI am going to kill the Devil. I have no time to waste here, and I loathe annoying things. Iâm here for your bogu, which you treat like your treasure and waste by not even using. If you donât cooperate, I will beat you up and take it.â
He was a black haired human. The human held a giant two-handed sword, which was releasing an alien aura that blended with the energy emitting from his body. It was Miro Lycas. His black hair differed from the people from our continent, and he looked slightly different too.
Of course, the dragons refused. On that day I realised that humanity could have monsters as well. Not just dragons.
He was so strong that even the dragons seemed weak in front of him. I thought that if Gods existed, even they wouldnât feel like this. In front of his godly feeling, my mouth drooped wide open and I couldnât say a word. I was too stunned to react as the elder dragons were fiercely defeated.
Suddenly, Miro Lycasâ eyes met mine.
âA kid. I have nothing to do with you.â
Miro Lycasâ eyes were desolate and empty. Iâm embarrassed to remember it, but at the time I wet myself.
After that a long time passed. However, I never forgot Miro Lycas. He was always present in my memories. Sometimes he was an idol, at other times a nightmare.
I heard a rumour that Miro Laikasu killed the Devil and brought peace upon the continent. I also heard there was no trace of him after killing the Devil.
Where did he go?
Was he really a God?
Was he the last helping hand a God had given to our continent?
The continent regained peace quickly.
I met him 30 years later. I landed not in the continent, but another world 30 years later. It was a dimension called Earth. I accidentally encountered him in a small country on Earth, in a small alleyway. When I first saw him I did not recognize him, because he was concealing his powers.
However, when he released his strength he was so strong that he couldnât even be compared to himself back then. He didnât seem to have aged a bit. He spoke less than before, and was full of an unspeakable loneliness.