Yu-Gi-Oh!: Phobic Peptide Mad Dragon Executioner Dragon

(The author survived the typhoon.)

High in the sky, that terrifying figure, like a demon, loosened its claws, letting the once high and mighty god fall helplessly to the ground.

In the darkness, lightning flashed across the night sky from time to time, illuminating the hideous scars all over His body.

In the final battle, He won.

He looked down at the earth beneath him, which had crumbled because of their battle, his eyes showing neither joy nor sorrow.

"This is not our fault. If it weren't for those foolish gods, this absurd war would have ended long ago."

The arrival, having also finished its battle, threw away the long sword that had broken in two and hovered beside Him.

"Although the King of Heavenly Prison is maintaining stability, the collapse of the God Realm is inevitable, and we don't know how many will survive... Let's go, it's still early to get off work, we should go and work overtime."

He nodded blankly and followed silently behind the one who came.

He glanced back casually, and facing His empty red eyes, the visitor felt his non-existent heart throbbing with pain.

Sure enough, he forgot.

……

Before the sun has risen, countless lives yearn for dawn. A new order sprouts in this darkness, from the remnants of the old era.

"With Tian Tong on the periphery, there were no casualties. Although they were stripped of their authority, those four were still alive. Unfortunately, as the center of the conflict, the native inhabitants of the divine realm suffered heavy casualties."

Looking at the casualty data collected from the battlefield, Final Sigma sighed.

This damn war.

“Any child who is still breathing can be saved, and those who are dead can be buried on the spot… But the problem is, they also found an infant.”

Sigma sent him the specific data.

"A hybrid of human and angel?"

The self-proclaimed noble angels in the divine realm could not tolerate the defilement of their bloodline. The baby was locked up alone in a basement, but by a stroke of luck, he survived.

As for the baby's parents, they were killed by the angels long before the babies entered the realm of the gods.

Even though the flames of war were already upon them, they still went ahead with that so-called "execution ceremony" to kill the unclean "heretics".

"No one in the divine realm would be willing to adopt such a hybrid, and elves from other worlds would not accept an angel from the divine realm. As for us, we certainly cannot abandon her."

They came to end the conflict, and as one manifestation of the conflict, the baby's problem must be resolved.

The arrival glanced at Him, who stood silently behind them, and made up his mind.

“Based on the calculations, I have a solution. Sigma, go and bring the child here.”

……

The visitor, in human form, placed a tiny baby into His arms.

"Why should I have it?"

A slight ripple appeared in his eyes, which had been like a stagnant pool.

"Believe in yourself, I can tell you have a knack for teaching children."

When the approaching being appeared, the humanoid Aeus nodded.

"Are you... serious?"

He, also in human form, carefully held the frail creature in his hands, as if it were a fragile work of art.

Tiantong stood by, ready to save the baby immediately should anything happen.

"Wow."

The baby blinked her big, bright green eyes, neither crying nor fussing. She simply looked at Him with curiosity, reaching out her chubby little hand to touch His face.

The sun rose, its warm rays shining on the cold ruins, awakening the dormant things.

"What's her name?"

To avoid frightening the child, He kept his voice low and asked the visitor in a soft voice.

“Victorica, Angel of Courage - Victorica”.

……

In the first year of the new calendar, the True Ancestor stripped the Creator of all authority and became the fifth deity, thus declaring the end of the war.

All humans were banished back to the human realm, and a restriction was placed on them, forbidding them from ever leaving the human realm without permission.

……

"Tendo, why is Victorica crying?"

"Tendo, what should Victorica eat?"

"Tendou..."

He did not know how to care for the baby, and neither could the Advent, Aeus, and Sigmar. Therefore, He could only frequently turn to the Celestial Child, who was closest to humans and also a member of the angel race.

"Mr. Shinzo, may I hit you?"

"?"

At three in the morning, holding Victoria, standing at the door of Tendo's house, he didn't know why Tendo was angry.

……

"Dad, why do you and I look different?"

The little girl flapped her tiny wings and struggled to fly onto His shoulder, then angrily kicked Him.

"It will take me a long time to fly after growing this tall, you bad dad!"

As a result, he kicked too hard and hurt himself, so he hopped around on one foot on His shoulder.

"What's different? Two hands, two legs, a pair of wings...aren't they all the same?"

Having spent a long time with the visitors, He also learned to lie through His teeth.

"Ugh! Dad, you know perfectly well that's not what I meant!"

She climbed onto His head and lay on it, patting His head with her hands and feet.

"I don't have horns on my head! And I don't have a tail!"

"Then I'll build one for you?"

"I'm going to throw a tantrum! I'm really going to throw a tantrum! Waaaaah!"

The psionic elves below: "..."

……

"Dad, what kind of partner do you think I should look for?"

"Someone who can take a punch from me head-on."

"You old jerk, if you don't want me to find a partner, just say so."

Victorica closed the storybook and distanced herself from Him.

Disappointing!

……

"Dad, won't you consider finding me a mom?"

"I can't even live my own life properly, how can I bother to delay others?"

I don't understand, I'm going to go play with Sister Tiantong~ (??w??)

……

"Father, you really haven't changed at all."

"Really? But you, why did you dye your hair white?"

"...This wasn't dyed."

Victorica sighed. She already knew about her origins from her brother, the Arriver.

A hybrid of human and angel, but with a lifespan close to that of a human.

She lay on His belly, warmed by the midday sun. Although His belly was a bit hard, it was surprisingly comfortable to use as a pillow.

……

"Father, you must have seen far more of the world than I have, right?"

"Maybe so, but it's meaningless if you're not with me."

"Sigh, I really want to go and see other worlds."

……

"He possesses the most domineering power, yet he is, in a way, the most benevolent god—no, perhaps…"

Her withered hand gently stroked His face, just as it had a hundred years ago.

The difference is that one is very old, while the other is still wandering.

"Compared to those high and mighty gods, you are more like a gentle person with great power."

"If possible, become a human being, a person who is temporary but not lost."

As the sunlight gradually sank below the horizon, it cast its last rays of warmth upon the white walls, which had been bathed in the warm sun and were no longer cold.

……

"Where's that little girl, Victoria? I haven't seen her in ages."

"She's waiting for me at the end of this trip. By the way, I've changed my name. From now on, just call me Nianzhong."

What is the end of longing?

……

"Oh, Mr. Nianzhong, could you do me a favor? I heard you have a lot of experience in raising children, is that right?"

"What are you..."

After much difficulty, the Chaos Warrior managed to get the little dragon that was gnawing on his helmet to let go, handed it to it, and then fled as if trying to escape.

"She's in Mr. Nianzhong's care now! Until we meet again!"

He and the little Chaos Dragon were left staring at each other in disbelief.

……

Year 1300 in the new calendar.

Having already dispersed all his authority, He ignited his last strength and once again transformed into the [True Ancestor].

"Sorry, I'm late."

In that spectacular explosion, a soul that had fulfilled its wish fell into slumber.

……

Year 2026 in the new calendar.

Xing Liang covered his head and turned off the alarm clock.

For the past three months, he has been having dreams every night. The dreams are incomplete, consisting of only a few fragments, and he loses most of the memories of the dreams when he wakes up in the morning.

In the dream, he was neither human nor elf, but something that was a fusion of the two.

He didn't recall for long before he clutched his head and curled up in the blankets, unable to speak due to the pain in his throat, his back soaked with cold sweat.

The rejection intensified.

With his eyes closed, he reached for the painkillers by the bedside, swallowed them whole, and only after a long while did he have the strength to get up.

He drew back the curtains and stretched his hand out the window, feeling the warmth of the sun.

Yes, the sun isn't too strong, the humidity is just right, and there's no sign of rain. It's a great day for a long trip.

Ready to depart, destination: the royal city.