Katrisian, who had crossed over to this continent with great difficulty through the Dimensional Gate, built his lair underwater to avoid the bothersome affairs on land.
For four thousand years, he was treated as a Dragon God by humans.
He didn’t like how they drew his portrait weirdly, like a yellow snake, but he forgave them because they were much more innocent than the bad-tempered bastards of the Brachion Continent.
However, starting a few decades ago, as humans developed things like science and industry, all sorts of foul-smelling waste flowed into the sea.
It had been a long time since the clear air disappeared, ruined by the exhaust fumes from the factories recklessly built by the Chinese, who had caught the industrialization bug late.
He could tolerate it up to that point.
But this time, even Korea joined hands with China to pull this bullshit together.
They did strange things right above his beautifully crafted underwater lair, and eventually committed the atrocity of driving iron stakes straight through it.
If powerful shield magic hadn’t been deployed, the lair would have been flooded.
That was half a year ago.
Katrisian was furious.
It felt like lava was boiling inside him.
But he couldn’t just give in to his temper.
He wanted to summon the five half-baked dragons to teach them a lesson, but humans these days have many terrifying weapons.
Once, when he woke up from a two-hundred-year slumber and surfaced from the sea, something like a log flew at him and exploded, nearly killing him.
He later learned it was called a missile.
After that incident, he never went up to the surface during the day.
The iron birds called airplanes, which flew several times faster than him, were also terrifying.
They were small in size, but their roaring was as loud as Dragon Fear.
He was angry, but for now, he had no choice but to endure it.
The iron airplanes flew around constantly.
Sometimes, they flew in flocks of ten.
He felt like he would lose if he fought them.
Moreover, the bratty dragons nesting on each continent had grown quite a bit and now frequently ignored his words.
With his pride wounded, he decided to return to his hometown.
He was over nine thousand years old anyway, so he didn’t have much time left before he had to return to the embrace of mana.
Having made up his mind, he chose the middle of the night to leave his lair and soar to the surface.
Just then, a ship was passing overhead.
Wondering what kind of ship it was, he peeked out slightly.
At that moment.
Smack.
A crumpled cigarette pack hit him dead in his narrowed eyes.
‘That bastard…!’
Should I just eat him up?
Then, a good idea suddenly occurred to him.
Katrisian glared at the door where Salk had disappeared and made his decision.
That dawn, Salk had a dream.
A yellow serpent lunged at him with its mouth wide open.
Its belly was so huge it looked like it had swallowed several bulls whole.
Strangely enough, it also had legs.
It seemed to be a lizard rather than a simple serpent.