Type-Moon: In Another World, I Became an Alien God

The dragon's body was covered with treasures that were beneficial to humans; in Yao's eyes, it was simply a moving treasure trove.

He's determined to be a dragon slayer.

Chapter Thirty-Three: This Isn't Fate? What Is Fate?! [Seeking Flowers! Seeking Monthly Tickets!]

"This year's harvest is terrible. With the dragon plague raging, how can farmers dare to go to the fields to work..."

"Another poor harvest? When will this end!"

"Don't even mention it. The capital's tax revenue has been in deficit for the past three years, and the national treasury is probably so empty that there's not even a rat left. If that evil dragon continues to run rampant, I'm afraid..."

Yao stepped into the royal capital of Burgundy.

However, he hadn't walked far when he heard neighbors talking about the bleak situation back home.

There were no vendors on the streets, and very few pedestrians.

The sounds were all coming from inside the house.

Yao sensed that many people were hiding in the cellar, and then he saw the black marks left by the scorching of the city walls and streets.

It's likely that this capital city has just been plundered by an evil dragon.

The entire city was in a state of panic.

"The dragons brazenly rampaged through human capitals; such a scene could only have been seen before the Age of Gods ended."

I never imagined that I, an enemy of humanity, would one day become a dragon-slaying hero, ridding the world of this scourge….

Yao said with a mocking smile.

After all, Yao was human before he came to the Lostbelt, and his battle against the dragon can also help the native inhabitants.

Thinking about it this way, he felt much more relaxed.

Having a legitimate reason for action makes all the difference.

Even from the perspective of the True Ancestors who compete with humans, it doesn't mean that Yao can't do good deeds.

Even racial competition could perhaps be handled with appeasement. Yao knew this idea was somewhat naive, but he didn't want to abandon humanity in pursuit of efficiency and utilitarianism.

It is precisely because of human nature that he cannot stand idly by and do nothing about Zhu Yue.

It was because of Yao's humanity that he was able to teach Zhu Yue what love is.

Yao's adherence to humanity is not for the sake of others.

Rather, it was for himself and for those he loved.

Having no intention of wasting time in the Burgundian capital, Yao went straight into the palace.

When he said he wanted to slay the evil dragon.

The soldiers guarding the city showed expressions of utmost admiration. Without much obstruction, they led Yao to the throne.

Now, the king is troubled by the rampage of an evil dragon.

They need people with ambition.

"Yao? That's a very unusual name..."

Judging from your appearance, you don't seem to be from our country. But that doesn't matter now. You saw me when you entered the city, didn't you?

The brutality and terror of that evil dragon.

Even so, you still intend to attack it?

King Gunther's gaze was intense.

He scrutinized the richly dressed stranger, feeling inexplicably uncertain.

Yao didn't seem like a warrior to him.

Nor does it resemble the pampered and delicate aristocracy.

In terms of aura, he is like a restrained yet sharp sword; in terms of appearance and demeanor, he is like an elegant and dignified royalty.

It's clear that Gunther is the king.

"You don't need to tell me too much. I'm only here for information related to that evil dragon. You don't need to worry about me being unable to deal with it. If you need proof..."

After saying that, Yao glanced at a stone pillar next to him.

These are the supporting pillars inside the palace.

When Gunther saw Yao place his hand on the stone pillar, a bad feeling immediately rose in his heart.

Click—!

A loud crash followed as the rocks shattered.

The stone pillars that had supported the palace for hundreds of years crumbled with a crash, as fragile and soft as tofu.

It should be noted that it takes three people to encircle the stone pillar.

This left everyone present speechless.

"Hmm, it didn't fall over after all."

Yao nodded with satisfaction.

He had observed the layout of the stone pillars inside the palace, and even if this one were destroyed, it wouldn't cause a collapse.

King Gunther felt a sense of suffocation.

Such divine power exists in the world?!

If humanity were to fall into his hands, wouldn't their only fate be to be utterly destroyed?

Amidst the shock, I also felt a surge of excitement.

"Good, good, good—excellent! How powerful! There can be such a warrior with such arm strength in the world! He is simply Thor reincarnated!"

Soldiers, if having such heroes dedicating themselves to our nation isn't divine intervention, then what is?!

Gunther cheered with great excitement.

The surrounding soldiers immediately recovered from their astonishment and gave him thunderous applause.

King Gunther was still young.

Judging from his appearance, he is no more than twenty years old.

The previous king, Gernot, was forced to retire due to serious illness, and his eldest son, Gunther, took over the crown from his father at a young age.

As a result, not long after taking office, the Kingdom of Burgundy was struck by a terrifying dragon plague, a nightmare-like event.

This is not a good sign for the new king's ascension to the throne.

Many people blamed the new king for his misdeeds, saying that his immoral conduct had displeased the gods.

That's why the gods sent out evil dragons to punish humanity.

Faced with the dragon scourge, this was not something an ordinary king could handle.

In most cases, they can only rely on luck to see if there are any brave warriors who can help drive away the evil dragon.

Without it, the entire country is doomed.

Now, Gunther must deal with the dragon plague.

This was to prove to the people that he was not only not a foolish ruler, but also a wise king recognized by the gods.

Yao's arrival was like a timely rain for Gunther.

"Quickly, quickly, I must host a banquet for this hero!"

Gunther smiled excitedly.

Based solely on the fact that the other party possesses such formidable power, he was determined to keep Yao in the country to manage the dragon disaster.

However, Yao was not buying it: "There's no need for the banquet. You just need to hand over the information about the evil dragon to me. After I've reviewed your information, I will leave the capital to prepare for the extermination of the evil dragon."

"Hahahaha—that's wonderful, that's wonderful indeed!"

"Yao, although you are a stranger in this land, if you truly vanquish the evil dragon, then whatever the reward, as long as it is within my power, you may ask for it!"

Gunther's enthusiasm remained undiminished.

After all, he was just a young king who had recently taken the throne, and his youthful arrogance was ingrained in his bones.

It's normal to be impatient when doing things.

Before Yao could even set out to slay the evil dragon, Gunther had already eagerly offered a reward.

He was somewhat lacking in the temperament of an emperor.

Yao had no designs on the Kingdom of Burgundy, and Gunther's nature actually made it easier for him to act.

If it were some old foxes with extraordinary wisdom...

Yao Bao might be disgusted by the other party and then publicly behead this so-called king.

And so, civil and military officials took turns coming up.

They relayed to Yao the exact location, time, and details of the evil dragon's appearance.

Before long, Yao understood the evil dragon's modus operandi.

He did not stay in the palace for long.

Now, Yao has only one thought in his mind: to become stronger—he must catch up with Zhu Yue as soon as possible.

Therefore, he was too lazy to attend Gunther's banquet.

I'm here to slay dragons and collect materials.

There is absolutely no need to cultivate relationships with the local indigenous people.

"Sister, what do you think of this stranger?"

Gunther watched Yao's departing figure and asked.

Sitting on either side of him were members of the royal family, with Gunther's sister being the closest to him.

She was also a princess of the Kingdom of Burgundy.

"Hmm... I originally thought he was just a vulgar martial artist who was all show and no substance."

Now it seems he not only dressed extravagantly but also understood royal etiquette. He possessed unparalleled strength, yet he wasn't greedy for fame or fortune, focusing solely on slaying the evil dragon from beginning to end—truly an oddball.

The princess blinked her delicate eyelashes and pondered.

Her waist-length platinum hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her gorgeous long dress clung tightly to her well-proportioned figure.

Her skin possessed the warmth of white jade and the purity of ice and snow; sunlight illuminated her fair cheeks, giving her a flawless beauty.

The princess's name was Krimhild.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: Bonus chapter 1.

Chapter Thirty-Four: Dragon Calamity Devastates the Nation; Only One Sword Can Slay It [Seeking Flowers! Seeking Monthly Tickets!]

"What the princess says is true."

Such divine power is beyond the reach of ordinary mortals; however, our country does indeed need such heroes at this moment.

"Oh? Hagen, could it be... that you believe Yao's identity isn't human?"

"My king, I didn't say that..."

Minister Hagen skillfully evaded Gunther's question.

He was Gunther's confidant.

In the palace, it was not a matter of the more intelligent a subject was, the better; no matter how intelligent one was, one could not appear to be more intelligent than the king.

The king should be given the opportunity to think things through.

Then the king will make the final decision.

If one acts too cleverly, wouldn't that be like openly or subtly pointing fingers at the king and calling him useless?