SFRW-Chapter 207

Ch. 207 Sword God From The Ruined World

Through the first Half-Dragon captured in Kalao, Seo Do-jun’s party obtained considerable information.  

First, the number of Half-Dragons ruling Moteor wasn’t as large as expected.  

“As far as I know, it doesn’t exceed four hundred.”  

The captured Half-Dragon named Jekawark revealed that their current population didn’t exceed four hundred.  

Considering each Half-Dragon’s individual strength, this wasn’t a small number, but for divided conquest, it wasn’t an overwhelming figure.  

“Administrator? That… Ah! If you mean the subordinate of the one who conquered Moteor, it’s definitely Metaneca!”  

“He wasn’t originally that strong, but he became inexplicably powerful. There were also rumors that some monsters were under Metaneca’s control.”  

Though not confirmed, they learned Metaneca was the most likely candidate among the Half-Dragons to be Moteor’s administrator.  

“If Metaneca has any allies, Koroka would be the only one. This is certain! Normally, we Half-Dragons maintain independent lives and rarely cooperate unless absolutely necessary. But Koroka follows Metaneca unusually obediently, so among us…”  

Jekawark explained that Koroka was scorned as a deficient Half-Dragon—one without pride, dignity, or honor.  

The fact that only two Half-Dragons were working together made the situation easier than Seo Do-jun’s party had anticipated.  

“Strength? That’s hard to say precisely. But Metaneca did defeat Doruaka, so he must be truly powerful.”  

Doruaka, once called the strongest Half-Dragon warrior, could take on three average Half-Dragons alone.  

If Metaneca defeated him, his strength must be at least equivalent to three or four Half-Dragons.  

“Koroka? I know him to be average. Not particularly strong, but not weak either. Compared to me? Probably similar.”  

Judging by Jekawark’s rolling eyes, Koroka was likely slightly stronger.  

“Administrator’s Direct force?”  

“Dimensional passage?”  

Unfortunately, Jekawark knew nothing about these.  

However, he had some vague knowledge about planetary migration.  

“I’ve heard talk of it. But when, where, or who would go—no proper information circulates. Still, everyone knows that if Moteor continues like this, all life will face extinction.”  

“Of course we’d go if migration were possible. But as I said, everything’s too vague. Though if you’re right, that bastard Metaneca might know more.”  

“I don’t know Metaneca’s whereabouts. Unless we happen to cross paths, staying in one place has been meaningless since the Great Upheaval.”  

After extracting all useful information, Seo Do-jun killed Jekawark.  

Keeping him alive wouldn’t help further, so eliminating him cleanly was the wisest choice.  

“Four hundred… Considering their strength, it’s not a small number, but if they act individually, it’s manageable.”  

Kusak’s assessment earned nods from the party.  

“We’ll stick to the plan. From now on, handle incoming Half-Dragons in assigned teams.”  

Gain experience.  

Though they wouldn’t ‘level up’ like in a game, Seo Do-jun believed continuous battles against strong Half-Dragons would yield valuable insights.  

Thus began the Half-Dragon hunt in Kalao, progressing faster than expected.  

At least one appeared daily.  

Sometimes, intervals shortened to three hours, forcing even Seo Do-jun to hunt alone.  

As days passed, the party’s skills grew rapidly.  

Fighting flying Half-Dragons provided unexpectedly rich combat experience.  

Initially, battles lasted 2-3 hours, often requiring Seo Do-jun’s intervention when capture seemed impossible.  

But over time, he became a spectator as the party mastered hunting Half-Dragons independently.  

“That makes exactly one hundred defeated.”  

Rakun counted the densely marked lines on their temporary base’s wall.  

They’d hunted 100 Half-Dragons—a staggering feat that significantly honed their abilities.  

Yet no one grew overconfident. With Seo Do-jun always watching sternly, even minor mistakes were treated as potential life-threatening errors.  

“These Half-Dragons are extreme individualists! How can none of them know Metaneca’s whereabouts?”  

Kusak groaned, and others shared his frustration.  

“What can we do? It’s their nature,” Seo Do-jun remarked.  

Just then—  

“Another one’s coming!”  

Only 30 minutes after their last hunt, another Half-Dragon approached.  

“Our turn?”  

Veronica cracked her neck and stepped forward, followed by Hyun Joo-yeon and Gloria checking their weapons.  

“Veronica, how about a wager?”  

“A wager?”  

“If we capture it within an hour, I’ll obey your orders for a week. If not, you obey mine. Deal?”  

Kusak’s provocation made Veronica lick her lips with a smirk.  

“Fun!”  

“Timer starts when battle begins?”  

“Deal!”  

Seo Do-jun didn’t interfere. Veronica wouldn’t act recklessly, and her teammates maintained combat discipline.  

“Since we’re wagering, let’s go all out. If I win, I’ll lend you Kusak—a useful slave.”  

Kusak scowled at ‘slave’ but doubted they could capture a Half-Dragon in under an hour—a feat no team had achieved yet.  

‘Veronica, you’ve lost! What should I make you do first?’  

He happily pondered ways to embarrass her as Gloria’s opening arrow signaled the battle’s start.  

***    

As Kalao came into view, Koroka steeled himself.  

No matter the humiliation, he would win his kin’s hearts.  

Planetary migration was Moteor’s only escape from ruin, and Koroka was determined to persuade them.  

“How many will have come?”  

Even if none awaited him, he wouldn’t despair. Knowing Half-Dragons’ nature, he prepared to wait patiently—their restlessness guaranteed eventual arrivals.  

Heading for Kalao’s hexagonal ‘Tower of Wisdom’, Koroka soon noticed something amiss.  

“Why is the city so—”  

Before he could finish, an arrow whizzed toward him.  

‘An ambush?’  

He dodged swiftly, scanning the arrow’s origin.  

Half-Dragons never used bows. In fact, did any surviving species?  

Koroka believed all bow-wielding races were extinct.  

Swish! Swish!  

Two more arrows flew with eerie precision—fast, stealthy, and unnervingly skillful.  

“Who’s there?!”  

Koroka roared, mixing faint draconic fear into his voice to stagger his unseen foe.  

Instead, a barrage of arrows answered.  

“…Who?!”  

Cold fury emanated from his eyes as he inhaled deeply.  

“Hoooooo—!”  

A black magic pillar erupted from his mouth, obliterating arrows and buildings alike.  

The hidden attacker darted away.  

‘Think you can escape?’  

Koroka had moderated his breath’s intensity precisely for pursuit. The dark beam carved a destructive path after the fleeing figure.  

“You’re different.”  

“…!”  

Koroka’s eyes widened at the unfamiliar voice behind him.  

‘There’s more than one!’  

Too late—a sword aura shredded his left wing mercilessly.  

Riiip!  

Agony severed his breath attack as he crashed down with a choked scream.  

Thud!  

Despite the pain, Koroka tried rising—only for another assailant to unleash a flurry of slashes.  

‘Three?!’  

He wrapped his wings defensively around himself, enduring the storm of cuts. The attacks weren’t fatal, but—  

“Nice! Keep pressing!”  

The same voice that tore his wing earlier commanded.  

A concentrated sword aura volley hammered Koroka’s body.  

Simultaneously—  

Thunk!  

An arrow pierced his ankle.  

“…Guh!”  

The searing pain disrupted his balance, leaving him open to two more sword strikes.  

‘I can’t… lose like this!’  

Koroka unleashed all his magic in desperation.  

Kwaaaa!  

His draconic blood surged, overriding reason with destructive instinct. His regeneration spiked, flooding him with reckless confidence.  

“He’s berserk! Everyone spread out!”  

Koroka’s gaze locked onto their apparent leader—the one who’d torn his wing.  

“…A human… female?”  

Clutching rationality, he muttered in disbelief.  

“Female? Call me a refined lady, you gender-blind freak!” Veronica barked, backflipping while slashing an X-shaped sword aura.  

But unlike before, the attacks barely fazed him.  

“Tch!” She clicked her tongue, then channeled magic into her blade.  

Aqua-blue energy whipped toward Koroka like watery lashes—an attack enhanced by her Water Spirit Stone.  

‘Dangerous. No, annoying.’  

Instinct warned Koroka not to take this head-on. He leaped upward—  

Thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk!  

Four arrows pinned his wings mid-flight. The mere fact they pierced his defenses shocked him.  

And the shocks kept coming.  

Kwa-kaboom!  

A light explosion engulfed him, scorching scales away. He glared down at Hyun Joo-yeon, sword in hand.  

“GRAAAAAH!”  

His last thread of sanity snapped as he rampaged.  

But searing white divine energy blocked his paths and disrupted his assaults.  

Each time he thought he’d gained ground, unnaturally swift recovery abilities—unbecoming of humans—thwarted him.  

With Veronica, Hyun Joo-yeon, and Gloria’s spirit-enhanced coordination, even a frenzied Half-Dragon stood no chance.  

Plop!  

Battered into a bloodied wreck, Koroka vomited crimson and collapsed to his knees.  

The battle ended precisely 57 minutes after Gloria’s opening shot.  

“…No! Damn it! Why did the weakest one have to show up? Why?!”  

Kusak yanked his hair in despair as Koroka watched, laughing hollowly.  

‘Now even humans scorn me…’  

Koroka nearly wept from frustration.