Dragon’s Legacy

All of you, cosmic fortune.

In the large window in the reception room, a planet I had never seen before was filled with majesty and a subtle glow. It looks dozens of times bigger than the moon, so if you look a little more closely, you can see the constituents of that planet as well.

“Come, sit down. ”

The boy sat on the couch across from the poem.

“What is this……. ”

I was so confused that the situation did not connect properly. Although I was a bit timid, the words themselves were quite so-so, but now I was too shocked.

“What would you like? From sodas like Coke to fruit drinks made by Elves, there's nothing missing. ”

“Yes, this must be a dream. ”

The poem slapped himself on the cheek without even listening to the little blonde, but instead of hitting him as hard as it hurts, he gently touched his hand.

“I knew it! It's a dream. Somehow. Haha. I knew it was real because it was so vivid. ”

When I felt no pain, the situation muttered as if I was relieved. Just then, I felt relieved to see if I had some room.

“What are you doing?”

The poet slapped his cheek and suddenly felt better. The blonde kid asked with a disgusting look on his face.

“Huh? No. So, what do you want to say? ”

The slightly calmed poem looked at the boy and asked. He had barely looked around and was conscious enough to listen.

“So, let me tell you why the Pope is here. Ah, but first, have a drink. Everything on this planet belongs to you now. Here's the menu.”

“This planet is all mine? Haha. I see. Dreams are big. ”

It was still a dream or a reality, but I decided to believe it was a dream. With this absurd reality

It was too much to say it was true.

When I opened the menu plate that the boy handed me, it was filled with liquor and tea from a familiar Coke that I had never seen before.

I was thinking of having an okay Coke, but I noticed a strange name called Lamin Tea.

“Lamin tea? I'll take that. ”

“The tea is made from the leaves of a plant called Lamin from the planet Nablan, which takes almost 100 years to grow and has considerable magical power to grow, so it would take the former pope about 50 years to work. ”

“Really? Haha. What a wonderful car.”

While answering the poem, I thought it was a dream. What does it matter if we grow plants for 100 years or 1,000 years to harvest tea leaves?

Pair!

When the boy clapped his hands, the dragon came into the presence of the poem with a green tea in a very carefully pitched cup.

“Have some."

The poem drank tea without saying anything, but when the tea came into my body, I woke up and my frowning body became perfectly warm. I was so full of energy and clarity that I was embarrassed to say that I was just refreshed. If I studied now, I felt like I could concentrate all day and suck out all my knowledge.

“What is this? ”

“Usually, when you drink a luxury tea, it works immediately. It energizes your body, so you won't feel tired when you drink it. ”

“Amazing. If I had a car like this in real life, I'd get rich in no time. ”

“I'll give you some later. ”

“You have a good heart. ”

“Let's get down to business. ”

The blonde boy said with a stirring look on his face.

“My name is Corns. I am the manager of the legacy and this planet left by Kesron. ”

“Legacy? What do you mean, legacy? ”

“In short, the Gold Dragon, Quezron, before he died, decided to randomly draw one of the most intelligent creatures in the universe and give him all his legacy. The poet in the drawing.

This is the winner. ”

The poem understood Conz's words roughly, but his irrational relationship to why he did what he did, his disbelief in what the dragon left behind, and finally, the billions made a big face because of the reality of the dream.

In my dream, no matter how happy I was to meet a beautiful and good woman and have sex, I knew that I only felt a severe feeling of deprivation when I woke up.

“Really?"

“Aren't you happy? ”

“I'm glad, but I don't know about the legacy yet. ”

“Phew, I don't think you're getting it right yet, but you're a worldwide fortune. It's unbelievable luck to win a lottery on Earth. ”

“I see. That's great. Haha.”

Conz sighed as he reacted to the still grim episode.

“Legacy is everything, including this planet. Countless treasures of gold, jewelry, bureaucracy, grimoires, elixirs. Rare, rare things piled up like mountains. ”

“Magic?”

“Yes, there are original ones created by Kesron, not just by circles one through 10. But the problem is there are some constraints. ”

“Can't you just give it all to me? ”

“Ha, you still believe this is a dream..." I'll explain it to you first thing tomorrow. It's not just today. ”

“Whatever.”

The poem replied dry. It was just pathetic that I had to be constrained by my dreams.

“This constraint is made for immature beings who do not have access to the truth. The more I realize the truth through various experiences, the more I will be constrained. Once the Pope considers that he has accumulated money, accumulated status, education, and women's relationships, there are very few legacies available at this time because the total is level 1. ”

“Rarely? So what's available? ”

“Doors and rooms to Kesron's planet, cars and food in the castle, very poor potions, 5 million won in cash, that's a lot of crap compared to Kesron's real treasures. ”

“Hmm……. ”

The poem didn't enjoy fantasy novels or noncooperation, but he just read some famous novels, games, and kings of rings that everyone else saw, and wondered why he had this dream.

“I know you're disappointed, but don't worry. With multiple quests, you can gradually increase your power and inherit all your heritage! So cheer up!"

Konz spoke boldly.

It was so cute to say with a head that resembled a branch shape and a pretty face, but the boy did not inspire the poem that hated it.

“What quest? ”

“It's all in here. ”