Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

The sound emanating from the gun was not a human voice, but a beastly sound, an angry groan born of the weak humans' remorse for their own actions.

"Humans, who gave you the audacity to send people to modify my strongest body and force me into this humiliating state! And you even dare to insult me! I'm truly enraged now!"

032: It's very sad.

For the Dragon of Albion, he is always at his strongest.

Even the giants of Northern Europe.

Even the sphinxes of Egypt.

Or perhaps, all sorts of so-called mythical beasts.

These things, which are not of the same kind, are sometimes friendly to it, and sometimes they treat it with ambiguous perfunctory indifference.

Before the world was completely changed, the dragon Albion was always plagued by these weak creatures, but because it was the strongest dragon, it didn't care.

Regarding the impending arrival of an era belonging to the weak, human beings.

It was the first to know this and quickly accepted the reality, but because it was the strongest dragon, it had an obligation to let its weaker kind leave first to prevent them from being attacked by other things.

Having existed since the birth of the planet, it possesses nearly 46 billion years of life information and naturally knew long ago when the illusion would completely disappear. Claiming to be the strongest, it planned to wait until all its kind had left before departing at the last moment.

Because we are the strongest, we must protect the weak.

Albion would not say such a thing, because he believed that the weak must absolutely obey the strong, even in matters of opinion.

However, when it was preparing to leave at the very last moment of its 'original' existence, it discovered that, for some reason, the end of the fantasy had come four years earlier than planned.

It exists in a bygone era, left behind in this changed world.

At first, Albion Dragon's thoughts were nothing more than, "Oh, I see. But I'm the strongest, so this is no problem at all." He didn't have any other feelings.

However, it was very sad that it would never see its weaker kind again.

However, there was also some good news, because I met other weak creatures who, although not of the same kind, had also remained in this world.

But its mysterious disappearance caused these creatures, far weaker than Albion, to die quickly, which saddened it greatly.

Gradually, it realized that it was a "lonely and abandoned being," and it roared in anger at its plight.

It absolutely does not want to die alone like this!

So, without despair or giving up, it thought that since it couldn't rely on mystery to move, it would move physically instead.

Therefore, it used its enormous body to dive into the underground, where mysteries still remain.

Albion's Dragon doesn't remember what happened afterward.

Only scattered colors remain in my memory.

Black and red.

Everything around seemed like a broken curse. Dirty black and red mingled together, swirling haphazardly. Although there was a strong fishy smell, his memories were already blurred.

...It turned out that I was vomiting, and the vomit blocked my throat, making it difficult to breathe.

Almost there, almost there, just a little bit more, just a little more effort, and we'll be able to dig through!

The strongest dragon's head has become extremely confused.

It hurts so much, it hurts so much, it hurts so much, it tastes so bad, it hurts so much, I feel like throwing up, I feel so nauseous, it hurts so much, it hurts so much, I feel like throwing up.........

In its mind, time disappeared, space collapsed, and only itself, which kept moving forward, remained.

Everything was compressed to the size of a needlepoint, leaving only intense pain and suffering.

The dragon Albion, nearing a spasm, forcibly suppressed the urge to weep with its strongest pride.

How many times was this digging repeated? I've lost count.

At that time, the dragon Albion desperately scattered his consciousness, firmly believing that the strongest version of himself would succeed sooner or later.

Suddenly, the weight became lighter.

The thing that had been suppressing him seemed to have left because of something. Although it didn't completely disappear, in an instant, its weight became 20g. Because he was so shocked, Albion's head had already broken off from his body and continued to move forward underground.

Before this, it was not even aware that its head and body had separated, and that its body had died.

"what......."

Albion the Dragon murmured.

Its soul crawled, eventually reaching the 'inner side'. The soul had left the body, flew across the Sea of ​​Death to the other side, and became a shining light in the extreme realm of the world.

Behind all this fantasy slumbering reality, there is almost nothing decent around, there is cosmic darkness, there is boundless brilliance, and there is a vortex like the center of everything... but the fantasy seed is only itself.

"How is this possible? Why am I the only one here...?"

To put it simply, this is a place that is nowhere, a world that is nowhere.

In that place, freed from the concept of time, there is no distinction between morning and evening, no sun or moon, only the faint aurora illuminating the sky.

This world has not changed. The vast ocean has no waves, and the sky has no clouds. The strongest dragon who has come to this world feels a little lonely because he can neither see the moon nor the stars.

So the dragon can only close its eyes, but as long as it closes its eyes, it feels incredibly lonely.

There must be other beings of the same kind here, but they are unaware of it, and at the same time, they are afraid of being the strongest and dare not show themselves.

Albion was waiting for some creature to find him; he hoped it would be someone he knew.

It prayed like this as it spent each day in solitude.

Although it is said to be every day, from its perspective, there is no difference between ten years and a hundred years. The strongest dragon's body is very slow to react to the passage of time. It does not get hungry, nor does it need to sleep. It just spends its days in a daze.

But what awaits is this punishment called hope, an unbearable loneliness.

but--

"It's nothing. I should be thanking you for going to such lengths."

The sound that rang out was neither a hallucination nor a delusion; it truly existed right beside my ear.

Despite hoping that someone would come someday, Albion opened its eyes in disbelief, and what it saw made it calm down.

When did my soul, or consciousness, return to this place?

Although the joy was no longer lonely, it was also puzzled as to when it could now look at weak humans as equals. Scanning its current body with this question in mind, it couldn't help but be enraged by the state of its head, which it had left behind in the world. During this time, it also heard this weak human disdain the body of the strongest dragon—its own body—

"Humans, who gave you the audacity to send people to modify my strongest body and force me into this humiliating state!"

This was the first time in Albion's life that he had uttered such words.

"You dare to insult me! I'm really angry now!"

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033: An unchanging sense of reverence ( )

When the weapon forged from the head of the Albion dragon possessed a consciousness that resembled that of the original, Novia's initial thought was to pretend she couldn't hear it.

After all, Novia found it somewhat troublesome to explain turning someone else's head into a weapon that could be played with at will, especially from an extremely proud dragon.

Moreover, a weapon possessing its own consciousness was something he hadn't anticipated. The soul of the Albion Dragon had clearly gone to the inner side, and the Clock Tower in later generations had freely developed its body without any reaction... So why was it different for him?

"Are you a new consciousness born from the remains of the divine body Osiris?"

The purple-haired girl jumped off Novia's back and stared indifferently at the object she had created not far in front of her.

From the moment the sound rang out, this place transformed into an extraordinary space capable of squashing and distorting the vision of those who saw it. In fact, it wasn't just the visual image that was distorted; even during the Age of Gods, most magicians probably couldn't have eliminated this distortion.

In other words, if an average person saw it, their sense of balance would probably collapse instantly, and they wouldn't be able to stand up. Besides, it probably also carries some kind of innate 'aura'. Even if an ordinary person loses their sense of self after just one glance, there's nothing to be surprised about.

In the distorted space, an object bound by her ethereal threads floated in the air—

It was a blue-black 'gun'.

The fact that Novia could control herself was why she couldn't ignore the sound of the gun. But whether it was a new consciousness or the real person, she didn't intend to investigate further. Moreover, judging from her tone just now, and considering the personality of Lancelot, the fairy incarnation of her left hand, in her memories, she figured that as long as she followed the line of "I won't let you be lonely anymore," it would be easy to talk to her.

therefore--

“Ah, you must be the strongest dragon…” he said with a smile. “Your Excellency Albion, it is an honor to meet you today. Please forgive me for not being able to treat you with the highest courtesy, and I apologize for using your strongest body without permission.”

The silver-haired boy spoke without hesitation, his tone respectful and even, his expression gentle and reassuring.

"I never expected that you could still demonstrate your will in the mortal world after your illusions disappeared, but this is only natural, because you are the strongest dragon. I have admired you since I was a child, which is why I did my best to follow in your footsteps and come here, but I failed to see you. However, in order to prevent your remains from being defiled by evil maggots, I had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure. Please allow me to express my apologies to you, the strongest one, once again."

This inexplicably reminded the Albion Dragon of those humans, those individuals among life forms with low individual survival capabilities who were called 'teachers,' who seemed to take it for granted that they would provide knowledge to their weaker human counterparts and care for their less fortunate kind. This person had indeed just been carrying another weak human on their back…

After contacting them on his own, and with Novia's flattery, Albion's displeasure improved slightly.

"Although I have never seen your truly radiant face, I have heard your most powerful words with my own ears. I would like to tell you that I will always hold you, the strongest, in my heart."

"Hmph, do you think I, the strongest, wouldn't recognize such flattery? I've heard the words of a creature as incompetent as you countless times."

“I’m so sorry… I’m not very sociable, so I’m not good with words and not very quick-witted…” Novia raised her right hand to her chest, showing an apologetic expression, “…but I will do my best from now on. I hope you can see things from a long-term perspective, Albion.”

"He is truly eloquent."

Xia Li murmured, her gaze sharpening slightly. She could tell that the consciousness on the 'gun' had been somewhat appeased by Novia's words, and was no longer as angry as it had been initially.

Her gaze darted back and forth between the person and the object. Even though she didn't know what they were, the purple-haired girl felt a strange sense of unease.

"Hmph, judging from your appearance, you weak human clearly want me to use you as a weapon at will. Do you think that you can make me forgive you for modifying my body without my permission?"

Albion said coldly, believing itself to be the strongest dragon. Not to mention standing shoulder to shoulder with others, which was unnecessary, this human was clearly using it like a so-called master. It was already a great favor that it hadn't eaten him immediately.

"I do not know."

Novia shook her head very honestly and lowered her gaze.

"If I could persuade the strongest of you to agree to my weak request, that would be really cool, but I can't say it out loud because I don't have that ability."

From a certain perspective, the lives of the weak humans we see today are lives that can be taken away or cut off by any small action of our own while we are alive.

Weak creatures exist as resources for future consumption and exploitation.

The dragons of Albion do not deny having such thoughts, but it is by no means the whole truth. Sometimes they smile in response, sometimes they argue with each other, and sometimes they worry about the present and the future. The weaklings who spend their mornings in this way are so fragile and illusory.

In contrast, I possess the most obvious and strongest power.

Therefore, it is only natural for this group of fragile and weak people to revere themselves.

Raising his head, the boy approached the 'gun' step by step.

"It is only natural for weak creatures to obey strong creatures, but to be confined to the dark underground despite having the freedom of the sky seems extremely unfair to you, beautiful creature. You are undoubtedly the strongest dragon and should be at the boundary between land and sky, looking out over the horizon."

"Hmph... Now that you've found my head, you must have witnessed the humiliation I suffered when I died."

Although the dragon Albion's evaluation of this weak human had already risen countless levels and was unstoppable, the tone of its voice remained extremely cold, even giving the impression that it wouldn't be surprising to kill him in the next instant.

"As you said, I truly saw the filth you vomited, and even the sorrow that the strongest shouldn't have shown, but—"

His sincere gaze was fixed directly on the eyes of the dragon Albion.

"No matter how ugly, no matter how dangerous, it will not change my reverence for you. It is more dazzling than anything I have ever seen together. You are the most beautiful planet I have ever witnessed. Even if my body dies and my soul decays, this reverence will not disappear. My eternal reverence for your shining star beauty will remain in my heart."

Novia reached out her hand, causing the dragon Albion to freeze momentarily.

He continued.

"I can't do anything for you, the strongest one, but can I, the weak one, share your confusion, your thoughts, your worries, and your struggles? Albion Dragon, can I?"

034: The Pride of the Strongest Dragon

"Albion's Dragon, may I?"

Even now, the Dragon of Albion still believes that this audacious and incompetent human life form is no different in appearance from the weak creatures they have seen before.

But why?

Right now, I can't find any reason for confusion or bewilderment in my heart, yet at this moment, I feel at a loss because of his 'invitation of the weak'.

"...I am the strongest."

The dragon Albion suddenly uttered this sentence.

"Because I am the strongest dragon, it's normal for some creatures to worship me, and it's perhaps perfectly reasonable for some to fear me, since I can tear them apart at will... Although I understand your feelings, I don't like that kind of roundabout talk. Simply put, if you anger me, I really will tear your body apart..."

Novia wasn't too disappointed by Albion's rejection, because he could tell that the dragon simply felt that accepting his suggestion would prevent it from rightfully claiming the title of the strongest dragon. It probably believed that the strong should be high above and shouldn't easily associate with the weak in its eyes, and this mentality was at play.

Fortunately, it is no longer in an era with its own kind of gods, but rather it has experienced an era of 'loneliness'. In other words, it is precisely when its mental defenses are weak that it may be able to break through if it continues to spend time.