Translator:imperfectluckEditor:Pranav
“Owe me a debt? I’m sorry, that would be fine for other species, but I’ll never allow a dragon to owe me a debt. I’ve been interacting with dragons for a long time now.
Making them owe me a debt is the same as allowing them to never return my money... they’re on the same level of schoolyard bullies.”
I unhesitatingly spoke about my negative impression of dragons. Wasn’t I right? Borrowing money and not returning it? Stealing a little kid’s toys? Wasn’t this exactly what schoolyard bullies did?
“Isn’t is racial discrimination? Aren’t you discriminating against dragons in Dragon City? Do you have a death wish?”
“I think it’s indeed fine to discriminate against dragons’ concept of honesty. Have you ever tried to borrow money from another dragon?”
I continued speaking casually, but inside, I was hugely on guard.
What does such an old veteran want with me?
Although White Dragons were discriminated against by all the other dragons, even a pig would become ridiculous if it had the title of Supreme Immemorial attached to it. Not to mention, this Sam was still a dragon. Supreme Immemorial was the most ancient existence possible, from the very first generation. It would be absolutely impossible to calculate just how strong he was.
Since he was a Supreme Immemorial Dragon, then he must have survived all the ancient wars between the Gods. His age could be calculated with tens of thousands of years as the basic unit. Without a doubt, not only would he be one of the strongest dragons alive, he would be one of the strongest individuals in the entire world. As long as he showed himself in public, he would easily reach top ten in the Calamity Rankings. A “little youngster” like me who was only three hundred-ish years old could never compare.
And an existence like Sam would naturally be uncontrollable by Dragon City. Most ancient dragons of his age, no matter what species they were, would become disinterested in authority and status after living through so many eons and wars. They would live a hermit’s lifestyle. Him suddenly coming to find me was incomprehensible.
“Actually, I originally wanted to find you to do business and start a shop. But since I met a real person with precognition, I naturally want to know more.”
I hated dealing with such ancient existences the most. They would always have a huge array of personal abilities. How was I supposed to play this game if I was seen through so easily? Didn’t he know that prophets were all just skilled scammers? How was I supposed to scam him if he could see through me?
*Snap*
With one snap of my fingers, the blood-red dragon armor covering my body vanished, replaced by my full set of God Equipment. Wumianzhe’s robe made me completely immune to inspection magics. I refused to believe that he was capable of piercing through a God Equipment’s protection.
As I expected, this fake young elf furrowed his eyebrows upon seeing this.
“Perhaps we should change locations for a little chat. I really did come with good intentions.”
“What type of good intentions would a Supreme Immemorial White Dragon have to contact me like this?”
“...The White Dragons’ inheritance.”
I paused in surprise for a moment. I never expected that something I started so casually would attract such an ancient existence. But upon closer consideration this seemed quite reasonable.
Having the White Dragons become equal to other dragons in intelligence was something non-critical to us that would only be a small help in the grand scheme of things. But for the White Dragons, this was a critical technology that could change the fate of their entire species. No wonder such an ancient existence was drawn out of the woodwork.
And so I laughed. I was afraid of him attacking me for whatever reason as I would be unable to defeat him and could only run. But since Sam had something he wanted from me, that made everything much easier.
“Perhaps we can discuss working together and making a trade. Right, I can first show you a sample: a group of Baby White Dragons already capable of transforming. They were born less than a month ago.”
After obtaining Frigidwinter Earth, I finally felt like I was more like a main character.
“Hmph! Other main characters have personal treasures or personal guides, but I have a personal world!”
By now, Frigidwinter Earth was no longer that barren icy tundra. Even the Supreme Immemorial White Dragon was astonished when he entered my world.
I had artificially increased the temperature in a patch of “naturally-formed” canyons. By now, there was an entire city in Frigidwinter Earth. This was the base for my experimental laboratory, which researched the wildest theories which could only come true here. Large amounts of researchers lived here full-time and worked hard on their own projects.
*Snap*
I lightly snapped my fingers, and we instantly teleported to my personal residence in Frigidwinter Earth, all of us sitting down in chairs. Although the fake young boy still had a calm expression on the surface, his widened eyes betrayed his astonishment.
Of course, I wouldn’t show off for no reason. Even if he appeared to come with friendly intentions, just the fact that he was still a White Dragon meant that I had to be extra careful. Showing off the full extent of my powers would improve my personal safety and how much I could receive through negotiation, so there were no drawbacks.
I was exposing the information about Frigidwinter Earth, you ask? Actually, information on Frigidwinter Earth would begin leaking ever since I used it in my battle against Undead Emperor Zero’s astral projection. With how fast the world was changing, soon there would be no need to keep Frigidwinter Earth a secret.
“Tea.”
Steaming hot tea instantly appeared on the table. No matter how old Sam was, it was impossible for him to have ever seen the abilities of Creation. This was by far the best way to show my power.
“I just contacted the others. The little White Dragons are still in kindergarten. They’ll be out of school after two more hours. Let’s chat a little first and go see them later.”
Where there were humans, there would be schools. It actually wasn’t my idea to have the Baby White Dragons go to school. It was that my researchers were greatly interested in newly-born White Dragons that could be educated. They even intended to raise the White Dragons to have the same interests in research.
As for if I had a shota or loli speed-raising plan—cough—cough—let’s not look too deeply into this matter. Still, the researchers here treated the smart Baby White Dragons as their own babies. I already visited this kindergarten before. It was all managed by my researchers. Every Baby White Dragon had three teachers with specialized knowledge: one for alchemy, one for engineering and one for language... What was I supposed to do about the fact that there were more teachers than students? These researchers were even getting addicted to teaching and slowing down their research progress! What was I supposed to do?
I explained about the Baby White Dragons, but Sam was no longer focusing on this as the most important thing here.
“...As expected of the Order Faction’s major precognitor in this Holy War. This is a complete real world, with the power of Creation? Of all the major precognitors in history, you’d definitely rank in the top three.”
The old dragon drank some tea and felt hot fluid run down his throat. He was now certain that all of this was no hallucination or Soul World, causing him to instantly raise his assessment of Roland.
Originally, Sam had viewed Roland as nothing more than a somewhat accomplished junior. Sam increased his assessment of Roland once he learned that Roland truly possessed powers of precognition, and now, upon seeing that Roland possessed his own real world, he started viewing Roland as an existence equal to himself.
You shouldn’t underestimate Sam viewing Roland as an “equal existence.” For a Supreme Immemorial Dragon like him, he would only need to pay a basic amount of respect to other True Gods. And it was quite possible that he could even defeat a True God in a one-on-one battle. Dragons would never show respect to those they viewed as weak.
In fact, dragons even looked down upon the unlucky Gods that were restrained by their Divine Concepts. It could even be said that Great and Supreme Immemorial Dragons had the right to view the Gods as part of the world’s natural sacrifices—as consumables. And since dragons managed to stay out of countless Holy Wars, this made them even more view all other species as nothing more than ants.
Perhaps such an ancient existence would be able to have a friendly conversation with you. But actually a Supreme Immemorial Dragon wouldn’t even view you as a trifle. It was just like a human dealing with a harmless tiny animal. When that person was in a good mood, perhaps he would play with it for a while. But if the tiny animal accidentally enraged the human, or if the human simply wanted to find an outlet to vent his anger, then the small animal might find death right around the corner.
Actually, dragons weren’t the only species to have this problem. Many other ancient Gods and Golden Species shared this problem. It was just that the dragons’”arrogance” was extremely obvious. The only way to cure this illness was to beat them up until they respected you.
“This is an illness! It needs curing! First beat them up half to death.” That was precisely how I dealt with the Black and Red Dragons that joined East Mist but still acted arrogantly. It was actually greatly effective.
But right now I was surprised to hear what Sam was saying. What did the power of prophecy have to do with Order?
“You’re calling me a major precognitor on the Order Faction? Does this power have anything to do with Order? Isn’t prophecy a neutral type of magic?”
If I didn’t understand, all I had to do was ask. It was rare for me to meet someone so powerful, and dragons weren’t known to be the type that loved to keep secrets.
“...Of course! It’s even the ultimate ability of Order. Since Order is about rules, the highest-level dimensional rules are doubtlessly space and time. While the power of prophecy seems chaotic, it’s actually calculating the future probabilities based on time and space. Being able to obtain more information than the enemy is why the Order Faction has performed better overall than the Chaos Faction that actually has better combat strength. The concept of Fate is the same way. Otherwise, why would the God of Fate be in the Order Faction?”
Alright then, this was secret information from an ancient existence that went against everything I knew about prophecy magic. In the past, I had viewed prophecy magic as its own branch of magic. But upon closer consideration, what Sam said sounded logical. If I truly investigated more, there would perhaps be frightening implications.
I shook my head and tossed these idle thoughts out of my mind. I could research this topic at a later date. I needed to first deal with the troublesome existence before me.
“Do you have any expectations for the dragons’ future? What do you think, since you’ve already heard my prophecy?”
“Perhaps you humans have too short lifespans to remember, but I’ve actually met several major precognitors.” The old dragon silently sipped on his tea. He could already tell that this was Moyer Crystal tea, a specialty from the Wind Elemental Plane. It was impossible to find in the mortal plane. This meant that the world of Frigidwinter Earth was truly special.
It appeared that he was quite relaxed and didn’t care much about the prophesized Armageddon. I carefully looked him over and found that it appeared as if he really didn’t care at all.
“...Those precognitors would always make their prophecies sound as serious and severe as possible. However, something such as prophecies will be changed from the moment one obtains a prophecy. And, only prophecies of misfortune and disaster will be paid attention to. That’s because people will be on guard against disaster, but prophesized future success and luck will actually make people lose motivation, which will change their fate in the end. So, as you can see, no matter what type of prophecy it is, just the prophecy’s existence will change the end result from what’s prophesized.”
“Ridiculous, we People of the Mist—”
If what Sam said was true, then why couldn’t we stop the prophesized destruction of the Mist Kingdom?
“—Oh, right, you’re a descendant of the Mist. Did you already prophesize back then that your country would be destroyed? I know some things about that. But from what I can tell, your country being destroyed was mostly because all of you were too weak...”
Before Sam even finished speaking, countless sharp blades of ice materialized with white frozen flames that caused even an ancient existence like himself to be instinctively afraid. He could tell that this was a weapon that could threaten someone as ancient as himself. Once again, Sam raised his internal assessment of the young person before him, but he still had a smile on his face.
Seeing this elderly dragon remain so calm, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and squeezed the teacup in my hand, crushing it. The pain in my hand helped me regain my senses.
My logic and reason told me that Sam wasn’t wrong at all. However, the anger in my heart kept accumulating. Hearing this type of comment about all the warriors who resisted against misfortune to the end made me extremely furious.
“Indeed, perhaps we humans are much weaker than you dragons, but—”
My furious words were suddenly interrupted.
“You misunderstand. How could someone such as myself be so shallow in judging strength and weakness? I’m referring to your power to change fate compared to the power that wanted ‘history’ to develop as normal. That’s because the incident of the Mist Kingdom’s destruction was something far beyond the power of ordinary mortals to prevent.”
Hearing this, my anger instantly turned to astonishment. Wasn’t the Mist Kingdom’s destruction orchestrated by other mortals that hid behind the scenes? Wasn’t it purely the work of mortals?”
“As we’re both ice type dragons, I have a good relationship with the All-Ending Dragon, Excelsius...”
“All-Ending Dragon?”
How could I possibly forget such achuunibyounickname? Wasn’t that the nickname of the Frigid Nightmare King from the snow mountain? He treated me quite nicely. He even taught me my foundational magic of ice sculpting.
“...Back when the Mist Kingdom met its destruction, the snow mountain was cut off from the entire mortal plane. All the Frigid Nightmares were stuck on the snow mountain. There’re probably fewer than ten existences in the entire universe that are capable of sealing off part of a plane and then reverting it afterwards with zero side effects. Honestly, I thought at the time that it was wasteful to the degree of shooting a mosquito with a cannon. But I understand why that was now that I’ve met you.”
The next instant, the entirety of Frigidwinter Earth began quaking. Ice rivers sprang out of the ground and thunder filled the skies despite there being zero clouds. The entire world started to distort.
I no longer heard what the old dragon said next. I was only thinking one thing in my mind, which kept repeating itself:
“There was another culprit behind the scenes of the Mist Kingdom’s destruction! The true mastermind still hasn’t been punished! Our mortal enemy is out somewhere enjoying life!”

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