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[Chuckles, useless bastard. That's all you've got. It was wrong to install a human being because he had the power of a dragon!]

Soma was shocked by the sound.

"Damn it..."

Jihyo came to Soma's head. Sister who always supported Soma with a bright smile. How nice would it be if I had a sister now? How nice would it be if my sister knocked down this talkative horse? Maybe my sister is possible. Because you're perfect.

Soma shook her head. You can't live forever with your sister's help. Jihyo will always take care of Soma, but she didn't like it. He wanted to do one's part.

A person floated up in Soma's head. Iris, lying in bed, waiting to call her name.

'I want to protect you. I'm not useless! Iris is hoping for my help! I don't want to be a useless human being anymore!'

Soma thought so and held her heart together. Now Iris was chatting all night with Jihyo. If Soma knew it, she would have fainted, but it didn't matter at all now. Soma decided. Now, let's stand up and help someone...

I don't know who gave you that power, but you've suffered in vain!]

said the dragon. The words set fire to the candle that had been fading in Soma's mind.

When she opened her eyes again, Soma was a different person. Not the body, but the mind. The spirit of Soma had become more mature.

Soma examined her condition. The tired body springs up with strength. Perhaps this is also the power of the dragon. Soma thanked Iris for giving her this strength in her heart. Iris was empowering Soma even though she was far away. In itself.

'Thank you, Iris.

He smiled as if the dragon had noticed the condition of the horse.

[Hooray, good eyes]

"You're strong, but it's me who wins!"

[You'll see that in a minute. Come on!]

"I'm going anyway! Haap!"

Soma was smiling at this moment. It's fun. The past, when every day was boring, is over. From this moment on, I am reborn.

When the cow smiled, so did the dragon.

[Humming!]

Soma played the law. Soma has decided to use a force that is weaker but more familiar than a force that is strong but unfamiliar.

The legal system was a little blue, not purple. Perhaps Soma's no, Iris's power affected it.

At the sight, Soma smiled stealthily. I think I can do this. I wanted to.

Done!

"Oh? It's Wolby!"

When the truth flew out of his hand, he rushed to call Wolby.m. hurry. Wolby flew up nicely and sank quietly on Soma's shoulders.

Soma smiled at the sight.

"Are you helping?"

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!

Wolby cried out loud enough to call it a roar. It was amazing to see the moon rain, but it was also amazing to be able to make such a cry. Perhaps, the force exerted on the Sangcheon system influenced Wolbi a lot.

Stressed by Wolby's presence, Soma looked confident.

"This time I'll show you my strength!"

If you show me the power again, I will tread on you without mercy.

"Don't worry!"

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!

The soma cried out at the same time as Wolbi cried.

[Oh, my god, my son, my god, my god, my god, my son, my son, my son, my son!]

Blue and purple flashes mingled with each other and flew to the dragon horse.

The dragon of wood, the wooden tiger, was a strain born by the dragon of soil and an ordinary horse.

People around him always treated him as a heretic. It's not for use. It's not for use.

He was unwelcome in either of them. He was superior to a horse, but he was not treated as a horse because of his great ability, and he was not treated as a dragon because he was not short of a dragon.

This would not have happened if Mok-ho had been born with a heavenly ability.

Heavenly horses were not so ostracized in the Sangcheon world, and there were tribes of their own. But Mokho was shunned even by heavenly horses. The only reason was 'strong.'

It was about 200 years after Mokho was born that he felt the threat of death because he was not enough to ostracize from dragons, horses, and heavenly horses.

Mokho was enjoying a walk as usual. The trail was the only way he had missed a single day since he was born.

The same day, Mok-ho hummed along the street. I saw some horses in the distance. They soon looked at the wood and turned their backs and disappeared.

Mok-ho was a little upset but was used to it, so he walked along the road as if nothing had happened.

And by the time he almost finished his walk, something happened.

Because someone stood on a narrow walkway and blocked the path of Mokho. Mok-ho frowned and looked at the presence that had blocked him.

On the other hand, however, I also had expectations.

'Maybe, you'll be my friend.'

But it was a wooden illusion.

Starfish. That was what appeared in front of Mokho. Starfish are superior monsters with a bear's body, an elephant's nose, a buffalo's eyes, a cow's tail, and a tiger's leg, whose body is iron and eaten copper or bamboo. When I first fly in the world, it's the size of a thumb. It starts with a needle, then grows to chew iron on its back with a kitchen knife or brass coin, and later becomes a distracting giant monster.

The starfish that appeared in front of Mokho is a little bigger than Mokho, so it seemed to have lived for about 500 years.

Mok-ho said, feeling a little discouraged by his size.

[...what?]

Then the starfish said in a ragged voice, rusty iron scratching.

[Today...] I'm going to eat.]

Mokho thought for a moment that his ears were wrong. I'll eat myself. The starfish was clearly saying so.

The starfish moved its huge body at an incredible speed as Mok-ho was agonizing over how to understand the situation.

The wood groaned. There were three long cuts next to his body. These three wounds were where the cow had been wounded by the anti-magazine. Soma was able to make wounds easily thanks to the wounds made by starfish.

Anyway, when Mokho was attacked, he quickly began to clean up the situation. The opponent attacked himself. Trying to kill yourself. The thought made Mok-ho angry.

'Why me? Why me? Why would I!'

Mokho was angry that he was hurt even though he did nothing wrong. A rough thu-re-jil by the wood and a big kick to the floor.

Then shaking the ground, the waves of sand surged against the starfish.

Furber-burber-bug!

The starfish couldn't support itself and fell on the floor in a constant attack.

Mokho stopped the attack when he saw the starfish fall. Then, with his big mouth open, he rushed recklessly at the starfish. I was going to bite him like this.

However, starfish were also formidable. With a quick posture, he caught his neck with his left hand, spilling the rushing wooden mouth with his right-handed iron fur. Then he wound the neck of the neck with a long nose and took his mouth to the neck of the neck and asked.

The wood shuddered at the pain. The body of the wooden tiger is as strong as steel, but for the starfish that feeds on iron, it was easy to injure the skin of the wooden tiger.

The neck-stabbing felt the strength drained out of his body. Perhaps this was his death.

Mok-ho gave up everything. The starfish, perhaps aware of it, smiled with their eyes and took their right hand between the front feet of the wooden arc. It was a spring to put his hand in there and kill him at once.