A Wish to Grab Happiness

Inside the pseudo sun. The very small world created by the roots of the poison Junelba was everywhere.

In the eyes are signs of a strong green, dense demon. No human civilization or other shards were visible, and the era of tribal states by demonization was spreading.

There is no order or law here, only faith and weakness. This immature world has a full taste of chaotic freedom.

At the heart of the world was a temple made of earth and mud.

On all sides of the temple stands a spire, lined with numerous giant statues to honor something. There lived unfinished beauty and refined majesty.

Looking down at the great trees around us, the temple worships a pillar of God. I no longer even lost my name, the great God of the Sun and the Wind.

"- You miss it a lot. This is your ideal world."

A primitive consists of the root desire of what you own. The world thus created from the original is the ideal itself. Just as Drigman wanted a controlled world, Junelba was eager for this chaotic freedom.

It's dim in the temple. The light source is only sunlight plugged in through a cross shaped window built into the ceiling. But the shadow created by that slight light was giving some sort of mystery to the occasion.

Junelba stood inside the temple and opened his mouth. A fierce eye captures only the Red Copper Dragon Shadow Raptor at this time.

"Right. Weakness feeds; strength feeds on the strong. There's no order there. That's what witchcraft is, and I think being free is proof of witchcraft."

The original of Junelba was, in other words, endless freedom itself. There is no order in the world, the code is lost, discipline is not even recognized as a primitive world. times when God and other creatures were closest.

"Besides, it's a flat world with little magic."

A big bird's face sprays up the smoke of anger. It was a testament to the intensity of magic and the tremendous amount of wounds that had been inflicted on it was repairing.

No, that's not all. Shadrapt was aware that Junelba's face and body were gradually undergoing transformation. The likelihood is as if trying to return to him in the past.

Shadrapt said as he took the human figure and stiffened his lips.

"Junelba... what's going on? The age of being a god is over. What's the point of trying to regain divinity by force?"

Isn't he just being danced to his gear intentions, while saying so, Shadrapt looked into Junelba's eyes and left his back leg. Sand scatters at your feet.

There was a corresponding distance between the two, but for each other it can no longer even be described as a distance. If you run one leg, that's all you get to your opponent's throat. This is no longer between us.

Shadrapt is not the last thing you can get away with. No, there won't be a presence in this world that can escape against Junelba. Still, I crawl my gaze around so I can find the gap.

Junelba even had a strong outrage at the way it looked. Let the temple echo the voice with which emotions are entwined.

"Shadrapt - Red Copper Dragon. I guess it's up to me to ask. I kept asking for the last hundred years. How did you escape then? My allies, abandon everything!

I didn't even have to tell you what time it was.

A war involving human heroes Altia and the Great Devil Vrilligant, as well as demons like the Dragon Nation and Junelba, and all their families.

And it was a battle where Shadrapt turned into a bug and ran away.

Why.

I knew with Junelba that she sometimes showed some unusually paranoid side. But that day, Shadrapt should have stood on the front himself. How did you get away with it?

Because of that, the front fell into havoc. The humans started the offensive as if they knew the disturbance.

As a result, the earth was painted on dragon blood, and many of the devil birds ruled by Junelba gave up their lives. It was the presence of Vrilligant that kept the figure of a battlefield, but some of it was close to genocide.

In response to the inquiry, she answered lightly with a slight behavior.

"Isn't it because I was scared? Besides, it's foolish to compete with monsters like Altia."

I was scared.

Stupid.

Junelba felt his head and brain marrow have a terrible fever at the same time as his chest learned to shudder.

What will she answer? That's what Junelba had in mind for a long time. Was there any reason? Or were you really betraying me?

She just said she was scared.

Moments, rage becomes a rain grain and beats Junelba's heart. My mouth was no longer going to stop. My temper clings to my body and I keep changing my appearance.

"... when it was Vrilligant. Right. How come you chose the path of subordination without even fighting it! There were many other roads!

Shadrapt responded, clapping his shoulders and not saying what he understood.

"Isn't it because Vrilligant was powerful? It's only natural to follow the strong."

"... stupid. Shadrapt, shadrapt! You weren't!

As Junelba screams, its body extremes the pinnacle of transformation. The wings grow and stretch, and the body is no longer that of a bird.

That was a giant snake, if you say so. A feathered continental serpent that no longer has anyone to believe in and even few to know.

The crying name of the late God was there.

"... don't do it. What happens when you do that? That doesn't make any sense!

Shadrapt distorted his eyes unknowingly to the appearance he had seen. Undisputed, the appearance of him when he was God, was there with anger.

The demonic pressure emanating from that body is not even comparable, such as when he was a demon. One city, etc., and if he opened his mouth, it fitted into it. If he strengthens his gaze, that's all he'll be able to shoot and kill the Demon Warcraft.

In front of what could be described as great, Shadrapt thought it was terribly sad.

Now at this time, he regained his divinity. They have the influence of this ideal world, and perhaps that gear guide.

But no matter how he used the original, this day and age is too brittle for him to be a god.

Only a few things will keep him where he is. I no longer know what will happen next.

Shadrapt with a sad look on his face. And even the name of the face to face and the late God, the outrage had leaked sorrow.

He seemed to ask why. The thoughts of the years have erupted here, causing us to lose reason from him.

Why did you run away then? How could you be so obedient then? Isn't that strange? Why not?

Why didn't you make the choice to come with me?

- The roar of the late God stirs the temple. The rain of sand grains flew, including the collapse of mud and soil.

A continental serpent with wings leaps away when he opens his big jaw and swallows a shadow Raptor. It is the void itself that spreads into the mouth. Only the swallowed disappear without being anything.

The whole threat of a giant snake that once swallowed even one continent was now poured just for one.

To Shadrapt, there was no longer an escape route. As one moment escaped, the next awaits extinction. Until I saw it, it was already imminent. No matter how powerful the dragon is, it is impossible to escape.

Shadrapt was just, sad.

It was too sad for him to use such means in an attempt to destroy himself.

――

Once his name, Shadrapt called it. In an instant, their encounter ends.

They were not battles, etc. It was just that the weak were swallowed up by the strong.

That's as if this world were the ideal freedom.

I've taught you many times since you were a baby.

Voices echoed in the collapsing temple. Said the red copper dragon, eating away the heart of the continental snake.

"Demonic, no, born in this world, sleeping, eating, breathing, that's running away - it's all a struggle."

The eyes of the red copper dragon, who looked human, were terribly cold. Her heart was still alive in her mouth, but silences it with tough fangs.

"If you used the true poison of God to poison yourself, you'd be dead in hundreds of years. If you kept running in the meantime, you would have won."

Abandon that winning opportunity and challenge the foolish short-term showdown, etc. How stupid. That was sad for Shadrapt. There is also cowardice that there is no escape.

Continental snakes were no longer about to lose their lives. Spit the blood tide out of its entire body, but still stare at the shadow rapt and shed a drop of tears.

"... why not. How could you?"

That was a continuation of an earlier inquiry, Shadrapt accepted. Says as he legs over a giant continental snake.

"Isn't that what I said? You're so stupid to challenge a monster. Besides, if you're human, you'll be dead in a hundred years. Why do we need to fight at risk?"

Make it vrilligant. Yes. A being that wields no mighty power without concealing it, sooner or later, conflicts with existence and suffers fatal wounds. There is no such person in this world as will continue to flourish forever. I knew I was doomed.

"The only thing allowed in this world is a perfect victory. I'm afraid I can't take it. I'm afraid I'm going to die of defeat. Perfection takes precedence over everything. Because pride, pride and dignity - they don't make sense before defeat."

The red copper dragon said soberly. After all, there's nothing I can understand about this. Shadrapt sighed loudly as he saw the collapsing temple, and the end of one world.

The only thing that made me happy was that this reduced the number of people who could kill themselves again.