Mushoku Tensei – Old Dragon’s Tale

Once, there was one God.

Let's call him God of Creation.

He was old.

I have lived for a long time and made many worlds, but they were no longer physically or spiritually limited.

He understood that his death was approaching.

As his last job, he decided to make one world.

But he hasn't made the world in a long time.

Is it because of the long blank or because he was busy......

The world I could do was badly distorted and unbalanced.

He didn't already have the power to make the world.

But he had experience making several worlds.

He made another, another world.

It's a distorted world, just like the first one I ever made.

He didn't mind, he made the world one after the other.

That's how I made six worlds.

A world of flipped dragons in heaven and earth, inhabited by a race of mighty power.

A swirling demonic world of venom and temper, inhabited by a species with tough flesh.

A world of depressed forests and mountains, inhabited by a species with sharp claws and sensations.

A sea world rich in life, inhabited by a species with ela, fins and scales.

A floating sky world of rock masses, inhabited by species that fly freely through the sky with wings.

A world of flats, meadows and people, inhabited by species with weak bodies and excellent brains.

They're all distorted worlds.

One alone was unbalanced and a world that would soon collapse.

So he stuck the world together.

It closely related and balanced the six worlds.

Thus, a single world was created.

But God was not content with it.

The six worlds barely maintained their balance by sticking together with each other, because they needed to be managed until it settled and stabilized.

God squeezed his last power and divided his body.

And from a divided body, he created a presence to manage the world that he was maintaining in a dangerous balance, placing it in each world.

And God is dead.

Nobody knows what happened after he died.

Or maybe there wasn't a god of creation or anything from the beginning.

No one has seen it.

Now, all that was left was each world and all races, six "beings".

They are Divine Divinity, so let's call them Gods.

Each of the gods descended into his own world.

I found my own species in the wider world, and I tried to ensure that they prospered.

But not every race in the world was able to prosper well.

The world of dragons and demons, in particular, remained primitive for a long time.

Long-lived, powerful and tough, they were able to live without developing civilization.

However, the world of dragons, the world of demons, was at the same time a harsh world.

Taking hegemony in a vicious dragon or a world where warcraft roamed was not that easy.

The Dragons and Demons kept tickling as they had the power to be the world's champions.

Did you feel pity for them like that, or how bad...

One of the gods made a suggestion.

"Why don't we get together on a regular basis for a meeting? We exchange information on each other's worlds to help them thrive."

The name of that god is Man God.

God of man's world.

People had the shortest life expectancy and were poor.

Most of them died of illness and injury while they were alive for less than ten years.

But man's world was not harsh, but rich in nature and full of food.

Therefore, the people flourished faster than any other race.

Good harshness created wisdom, and rapid generational change enriched knowledge.

And the sooner we prosper, the more knowledge and wisdom we accumulate.

The gods shared it with other gods.

Thanks to this, the Dragons and Demons were able to learn various things.

Beginning with words and letters, the know-how of collective life and how to create order.

They were to give the light of civilization to a species that lived so unchanged from the beast.

Regardless, other races were not just given.

They gave the tough power to the people.

The Dragons taught how to use the power that is within a person's body.

The Demon Clan taught how to degenerate the body so that the poor body could withstand the power.

The Beasts taught the art of placing ferocious beasts under control and living together.

The seamen taught the art of filtering water and keeping it clean at all times.

The Heavenly Nation taught the art of reading the wind and manipulating the weather.

The six worlds aspired to prosper while helping each other.

The world of highly metabolised people was the most prosperous, but all the world went well.

No god should have believed and doubted that it would flourish much better for tens of millions of years to come.

Nobody knew then.

The six gods, and possibly the Creator.

That one being on the back of the world had been born secretly......

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That's how the world was born and tens of thousands of years went by.

Nevertheless, from now on, it is still a long time ago.

From you, it will be a time of mythology.

In those days, I was in the corner of the demonic world.

Of course, there was no name.

I should have been just born and young, but my body size is not so different now.

No, it could have been a little small.

He had one head, two limbs at a time, clear skin, and wings on his back.

Corner of the Demonic Realm.

It was the earth of death, where a dark temper stood, and a vicious warcraft roamed.

At the time I had no reason to know, but they called it the end of the world to the demons.

In a cave on that corner, there was my twist.

Nobody knows how long I've been there.

I don't even know for myself.

By the time I realized I was in a cave, eating warcraft and living.

That it couldn't have happened all of a sudden?

That being said, I don't remember, and nobody knows, so I can't help it.

Maybe he was born and abandoned in a demonic settlement.

Maybe he was born in another world and metastasized.

At the time, a lot of weird things were beginning to happen in the six worlds.

Whatever caused it, it's not strange.

Either way, when I came to my senses, there was no one nearby.

I never had any particular doubts about that.

Because I didn't know anything.

There are other people, how they live, conversations, research, magic, nothing.

Now I'm going to be a little more knowledgeable than people, but if there's no one to teach, that's it.

I was repeating my life of crawling out of a cave and attacking a warcraft when the sun rose, and returning to a cave and sleeping if I was full.

Warcraft is a vicious creature.

The hell is so big that I mistakenly see it as Oyama, so powerful, so handsome, I even make it to the herd.

The culmination of the demonic kingdom is man, or demonic race.

But even such demons, the more they couldn't win if it didn't take them to become a bunch, the Warcraft was strong.

I was easily preying on such a warcraft.

I snuck in quietly, attacked, assembled, devoured, ate, tore, and killed.

Just one person.

Yes, from that time on, I had strong powers.

The power of twisting one or two of the Warcraft.

I just can't beat a warcraft with power alone, I had wisdom too.

Just the wisdom to deceive the Warcraft and trap them.

Therefore, there was no freedom to live in a corner of the demonic world.

I had no doubt, as my instincts went, that I would prey on the Warcraft to live, and die.

But there's a turning point in everything.

I found something one day.

Guess what?

A family of warcraft.

In front of me, lurking in the shadows and trying to strike, the Warcraft stood up to each other, licking each other's bodies, joking and squirming.

When I saw it, it was hard to describe.

It feels like suddenly only you are left in the world and your chest is tightened with anxiety and haste.

In a nutshell, you feel lonely.

I killed and ate that warcraft, but my loneliness was not healed.

Back in the twist, lying down, the feeling of loneliness was not healed.

Instead, the more I was in the dark cave, the more solitude I felt.

I saw my own hands and feet in the dark.

Totally different from Warcraft, hands and feet

I am a different creature from the Warcraft.

But I never saw a being who looked just like me.

When I reaffirmed that, my loneliness exceeded my limits.

I couldn't stay or not, and I jumped out.

And he went out of his own territory, and wandered away without a destination.

On the way, I killed many warcraft.

Warcraft had all sorts of guys.

A guy with eight hands and feet, a guy with three faces, a guy with a bunch of little bugs stopping by to be alone.

But none of them were like me.

I killed the Warcraft and continued to wander.

That's how I found it.

Gathering of square buildings surrounded by high walls.

Yes, the town.

It's a demonic town.

Inside that town, there was a creature just like me.

I have one head, two hands, two legs.

Not all of them were the same as me, and there was a small difference between individuals, but they looked more like me than any of the warcraft I had ever seen before.

There were so many creatures like that.

They made herds and they lived.

I was delighted.

I had company myself.

Now we can eliminate this feeling of bottomless loneliness, right?

I approached town thrilled.

But the first person to discover me screamed and screamed.

"A monster!"

Before I was bewildered, people quickly gathered.

They all had weapons in their hands.

Why, they looked at me and reacted like that.

At the time, I didn't know anything.

Anyway, I never saw myself.

I didn't get it.

There's something very different about me than the people in town.

Claws and fangs?

No, you're not. There are plenty of people with claws and fangs in the Demon Clan.

These golden eyes?

No, not that either. No one has golden eyes in the devil tribe, but they still have all sorts of eyes.

What they found most disastrous was my hair.

Here, take a look.

My hair is white and green.

Besides, you'll still see them moving when you stare.

You may be used to seeing this, but he says watching this can disturb your mind and stir up feelings of misfortune and anxiety.

That's all, but it was enough reason for people to call me a monster.

People have held weapons in their hands and have surrounded me to hit clear hostility and killing intentions.

In contrast, I managed to show that I was harmless.

I should have run.

But somewhere in my mind, I guess I thought it would be okay to be attacked.

Surround them and hit them with hostility, because it's like they admit they're stronger than you.

In fact, couldn't you have beaten them if you fought?

But there's plenty of room for that, until a man shows up.

He had a huge body, black skin, and a man with six arms.

Yes, the Demon King.

That guy came at me all of a sudden.

He was very strong.

I responded desperately but was slapped down, my nails smashed and my wings broken.

I resisted desperately, but I had no chance of winning.

I just had to run away before I met someone stronger than myself the first time.

I dragged my scratchy body and even ran away.

There was fear of death.

I didn't want to die.

But there was more grief than that.

It is a sadness that those who looked like themselves could not accept it.

I dragged my worn body back to the twist.

In the dark, quiet, giddy cave, there remained a sense of solitude.

Pain, sadness and loneliness.

That was all I had.

There was no anger.

There was just the question of why.

The question swelled and I asked myself many times.

The answer was, I couldn't give it to you.

I guess it's because I didn't get an answer.

When the wounds healed, I was headed to the settlement again.

I knew it.

I'm sure it'll be a repeat of the same thing.

But I couldn't help but go.

Loneliness was a lot harder than pain.

That is how I approach the settlement, looking with envy, eventually approaching without being able to see, and being driven away.

I repeated that.

It was something I didn't know at the time, but I was feared by the Demons to be a 'warcraft who looked like a man'.

It comes from the tough vitality that won't even let the Demon King do the toddling and the perseverance that will come no matter how many times you drive him away.

That's how I lived for hundreds of years, aggrieved by solitude.

But it's the end of everything.

I was fatally wounded one day.

Not because he was defeated by the Demon King.

I lost the battle against the Warcraft.

The target was an organism that I had never seen before.

The body was three times that of a normal warcraft, and its creeping motion was several times that of a normal warcraft, with many heads growing, and it exhaled flames and poison fog. The power was also incomparable with the warcraft ever encountered.

It was called the Warcraft, but to tell you the truth, this is not the Warcraft (Beast).

Monsters.

Demons in the demonic realm were far stronger than those currently inhabiting there.

I was burned, pierced, beaten down, and escaped with my other body.

I usually go back to the ravine, eat something and sleep, but the wound healed. The wound couldn't heal then and the blood continued to flow.

I guess it's because of the demon poison.

I instinctively enlightened death as I lay my body in a twist.

I don't know anything about it, but I had a lot of knowledge about death.

I've killed and eaten warcraft many times before.

I've seen thousands, tens of thousands of deaths, and I knew what death was like.

I also understood that when my consciousness was broken and this was completely interrupted, I would die.

And that the moment isn't so far away, either.

I wanted to survive somehow, but there was no longer anything I could do.

Now I would have used one of the antidote magic tricks, but I didn't know anything then.

That's when.

He showed up.

"Hmm. If you come and hear that there is a warcraft that looks like a person...... very interesting"

If you try it on me, when I realize it, I think it feels like there's someone in the screw.

Before he knew it, he stood beside me, bleeding and lying down, looking down.

"Is it a mixed race of demons and dragons? Where and how they were born."

I looked up to them in a hazy consciousness.

He looked just like me.

One head, two hands and two feet at a time.

Wings on the back.

The eyes are golden.

The fangs and nails were long and sharp.

Exactly, it looked just like me.

Speaking of different things, I think about the fact that my hair was silver and that my skin was covered in silver scales.

"Is this the influence of demons, too?

I had no power to get up, and I saw him.

Then, my eyes met.

I remember him looking at me sharply, but wonderfully warm.

Because I've never been turned on before.

"Fair enough. If the demon god has left it before, he won't complain if I get it. They say there are as many uses as there are..."

Of course, I didn't remember the content of the words at the time.

But I remember the sound of the words very well.

I'll never forget it.

So after I remember the words, it feels like it turns out he said that.

He grabbed his fist right above me.

A sharp nail pierced his palm, and red blood flowed.

Red blood dripped into my wound.

Then, the wound, which had never shown any signs of healing, was blocked as I looked at it.

He took off the cape he was wearing when he made sure the wound disappeared and wrapped me.

And when he held me aside, his eyes opened to surprise that the wound had disappeared and the pain had disappeared, he walked out of the twist.

There was a huge carcass of something at the entrance to the cat.

This surprised me again.

I looked familiar to it.

It's a creature that almost killed itself.

That's what it was like to be a crippled corpse.

Perhaps he followed me so far that I was fatally wounded... and defeated by him.

"A demon... in my world, it's a salvation that hasn't come out so much"

At the same time he said that, my consciousness fell.

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When I woke up again, the sights around me were changing.

There was no familiar poisonous swamp, fog of chi, or cracked red-brown ground.

What I saw was a mountain.

That's not a normal mountain, either.

On the upside.

The mountain was growing from heaven.

For a moment I thought I was being held upside down.

Or because the beings who have themselves are moving upside down.

But it wasn't.

The gravity that worked for me was certainly working downwards.

There was definitely a mountain up there.

Downstairs, then, there was the sky.

Clear, blue skies and white clouds continued everywhere.

For a moment, I didn't know it was empty.

The demonic sky was always gray.

So I realized I was flying.

No, it wasn't me.

Someone holding me, right?

Yes, he wrapped me in his cape and took me away, that man, he was flying with me.

"Have you noticed? Don't get mad."

The man, when he realized I woke up, said so.

I never spoke a word or anything, I didn't know what that meant.

But I remember feeling horrified at the sky spreading beneath my eyes.

I shrunk myself.

The man was satisfied with it and increased his speed.

That's how I've been flying in the sky for a while.

It was an irreplaceable sight full of mountains and skies, but it was fresh to me.

The man didn't explain anything, and I had no knowledge of it myself.

But I somehow realized that I had come to a different place from the world I had lived in.

I miss you alone, going to a settlement is not a world to be driven away from, but to another.

Perhaps I can't go back.

I thought so, I just missed that dark, giddy twist, but I immediately anointed the memories with a sight I could see all around me.

It wasn't a good place to soak up the antiquities.

After a while, I saw a huge mountain.

The mountain is so high that the top (...) is invisible.

As such a mountain approached the point where it extended into a cup of sight, the man feathered his wings without sound and dropped altitude.

Is there anything down there?

That's what I thought. When I looked down, I saw something in my stomach.

I can't describe it in my knowledge, but if I had known something, I would have used the term 'departure site'.

A stone slab emerges from the middle of the mountain, leading to the entrance of a mountain with a wide open mouth.

Scaffolding made of rock and wood was clearly artificial.

Getting closer, I found that there were many people on the scaffold.

They looked exactly like men.

It's an organism with wings, scales, fangs and nails, and golden eyes.

"It's the Dragon God!

"The Dragon God is back!

"Everybody! Get ready to welcome you!

... Yes, his identity is Dragon God.

He was king of the Dragon Clan, who would rule the world of dragons.

They made a noise when they found the figure of the Dragon God.

Then, in the meantime, he aligned himself with a large scaffold in the center, and began to wait for the Dragon God to descend.

A large number of people.

To that appearance I shrunk myself again.

In the demon world, I remember being driven away by the demon king many times.

I thought they might attack me again.

"Welcome back!

But contrary to expectations, they didn't come under attack.

When the Dragon God descended, the aligned men crossed both fists simultaneously in front of their chests, folding their wings small.

The expression was full of pride and joy.

It was a look I'd never seen, but I knew there was no hostility.

"Welcome back. Dragon God."

Behind those people, there was a man with a slightly different colour.

It was slightly larger than the aligners and had a different atmosphere.

The colour of the scales is also slightly green and gives a calming impression.

But it's the eyes that symbolize the atmosphere.

The same golden eyes as those around him dwelt on the seemingly vanishing sensibilities and the belief that something would be accomplished to the end.

I found out at first glance that he was the boss of this herd.

But of course he's not the boss. Dragon god.

He crossed his fists in front of his chest and folded his wings as the dragon god approached him.

It's the Dragon tribe's best salute.

"How was this meeting?

"Shirad? No progress has been made. How's it going while you're away?

"It doesn't change this one. But there were about two demons."

"How many dead?

"Three. Two in the first, one in the second. It's minor...... what's that?

The person called Shillard noticed me (...) held by the Dragon God there.

"I picked it up on the edge of the demon world. A mixed race of demons and dragons."

"Haven't you heard anything about the Dragons crossing into the demonic world?

Maybe the demon outbreak has something to do with it.

"I see. How about a saru?

"Grow"

When the Dragon God said so, Shillard has been staring at me.

You must have alerted a child with a disastrous hair color.

But he never spoke to the Dragon God's decision.

He worshipped and trusted the Dragon God, especially among the Dragon Clan. I don't want to get into that behavior.

He uncrossed his fist just to say he understood and took a step back.

The Dragon God said nothing more and went from the departure site into the interior of the mountain.

Of course, keep me in your arms.

Walk down the dimly squared aisle.

The back of the cave is dark and narrow, which was common sense that I also had, but that common sense was broken.

At the end of the aisle, there was a huge cavity.

Its cavity was supported by numerous thick columns, which were stuck to the ground, ceilings and columns with round buildings in various shapes.

Moreover, there was a strong light source near the center of the column, and the cave was as bright as day.

And there were winged people flying between the round buildings.

Yes, the town.

The inside of the mountain had slipped through, and it was a town.

When the dragon god spread his wings, he jumped up.

People were flying across town, but when everyone found Dragon God, they stopped moving and crossed their arms in front of their chests.

Without responding to it, the Dragon God kept flying.

I knew immediately where I was aiming.

It's the biggest building in town.

In the long run it was a simple, round building, but as I approached it, I could see an elaborate relief carved all over the building.

The dragon god stepped down on a slightly sliced scaffold near the center of the building.

And he casually walked out inside.

It was as wide as it looked inside.

In the hall, in the bedroom, in the aisle.

They're all so extravagant I've never seen them before.

The dragon god silently went down the stairs.

I'm not lost in that move.

It seemed to be decided where to head.

Eventually, coming to the front of a room, the dragon god's movement stopped.

Even if it stops, it's only a few seconds.

After that time, which stopped as if remembering something, the Dragon God knocked on the door.

Twice lightly with Concon.

And I opened the door.

"We're home."

"Welcome home. Sir."

A wooden no table, a skinned chair, and one human sitting in a chair came into view on a bed of cloth that looked soft.

It was a woman.

She looks like a different woman from the departure site and the people who were flying across town before.

Her skin was white but slightly reddish, no scales, and seemed soft.

No wings, no tail.

He didn't even have sharp fangs or nails.

And its belly was just a little, but it was swollen.

She was a race I didn't know about.

"Um, what about that kid?

"It's between the Dragons and the Demons. I picked him up dying on the edge of the demon world."

"Oh yeah... are you going to raise me"

"Yes."

"So this kid's gonna be adopted, right?"

"Is there a problem?

"No, everything as the Dragon God wills"

When the Dragon God put me in his room, he turned his heel back.

But the woman immediately stopped me.

"Um, sir, what's this kid's name?

To the words, Dragon God looked back and shook his head with a difficult face.

None.

"No, you can't. Put it up properly by you. The name of the child is determined by the husband."

"Even what you picked up?

"Yes."

To that word, the man looked down at me.

I looked up to the Dragon God and waited for the next word.

"...... La Place. Your name is Laplace."

Of course, I don't know the words.

It was also the first day I had a decent exchange of words with someone.

But now, by the man in front of me, I understood that a very important word had been uttered to me.

"A, ap...... la, p, la, s"

So I repeated it desperately.

Never forget that word, your name.

This is how I - LaPlath was born.