Kidnapped Dragons

t gloomy gaze.

He passed the water bottle over to her.

“Let’s go.”

Taking the bottle from his hand, Gyeoul blankly stared back at him before eventually returning a nod.

Their journey which ignored the restraints of a wintery season, thus came to an end.

***

The air felt suppressive.

One of the drops of sweat that were filling her face slowly travelled down the cheeks.
Her small hand that was held by the two large hands continued its endless tremble.

A, ahh…

After holding back the pain over and over again, to a point that it could no longer be endured, a groan escaped her mouth like a death thro.

His wife, who always endured the pain and never let out a gasp in pain, was having a shortness of breath.
Myung Yongha quietly held onto his wife’s hand.

Just like any other day, doctors and healers came and went throughout the day but there seemed to be no improvements.

It was around 10 years ago when his wife had become like this.
Straight after the end of the Great War, she had been exposed to a virus that was spurted out from an ancient monster.
Ever since that time, she had to feel extreme pain along with a severe chill at least once a month.

Science and magic had advanced to the point that it could revive a dead person, but there were still unconquerable illnesses.
Her illness was one of those.

Ah… un…

Myung Yongha had gone around the entire world trying to find the best healers and doctors worldwide.
He tried everything he could to make her feel better.
Every time, her condition would appear to be getting better but soon would go plummeting down again.
That meaningless hope made Myung Yongha feel even more distressed.

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Un…

Her voice that appeared to be moments away from exploding out into a scream, was barely held back down to a groan.

Myung Yongha clenched his teeth, as if he was trying to crunch them.

“Honey.”

“…”

“Honey.
Hawon.”

He then tightly gripped his wife’s hand which felt all the more smaller today.
His worried gaze travelled to her swollen stomach.

As her body became weaker and weaker, his wife increasingly desired for a child.
Myung Yongha tried to stop her, by saying that giving birth without a healthy body was dangerous, but she remained stubborn. 

Unable to hold back, Myung Yongha had gotten angry at the sick lady, while shouting, how she could possibly have a baby without even being able to lie down properly by herself, and that she should take care of her own body if she was in her right mind.

But his wife told him that she didn’t have a lot of years remaining in her life.
It was her truly stubborn wish that she wanted to leave behind a proof of her love towards him before her death.
Hearing that, Myung Yongha felt endlessly worthless and insignificant.

What was good about being a ranker?

So what if he was the world’s strongest druid?

What meaning was there behind the money and fame in his possession?

Despite having all those powers, he himself could do nothing but to shout his wife’s name out and tremble in fear.

Ah, ahhk…

When night arrived, the voice that could no longer be swallowed, escaped her lips as a feeble scream.

“…”

After she fell asleep, Myung Yongha walked towards a hideout with uneven steps.
Inside, there were his colleagues who had come over for fun and one of them, who had been chatting with another, found Myung Yongha and waved his hand.

“Yo, little grass.”

But Myung Yongha’s face wasn’t normal.
Seeing that, they guessed the cause and closed their mouths.

There had been no problems for quite some time, but it seemed to have hit today.

Wearing an absentminded look on his face, Myung Yongha took out all the medicinal drugs and plants that he had found that month.

Those were all precious ingredients but more than half of them had been bought with money.
In other words, most of them were less effective to the point that they could be traded with money. 

The truly precious plants and drugs had already been given to his wife.

Even then, he did not give up.

He habitually moved his hand and after opening nature’s alternate dimension inside his skin, he took out plants and started boiling them in a pot.

In that process, he found a small root painted in black.

He remembered where it was from – this had been given by that dubious man whom he had met at the Lake of Life.
Thinking back, their family was really unique.

‘Mount Tai’ that was embedded in his body warned him of the man.
Mother nature defined him as an enemy, and the underworld being discerned him as an evil man.

Due to that, he was ready for a fight at the start.

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However, the moment he stood in front of the girl with olive-coloured hair who was standing next to the man, everything including mother nature changed its attitude.

That quick change in attitude was also something he had seen for the first time.

It was as if…

In any case, that wasn’t the important point.

His fingertips changed and became white roots of a tree.
By using a skill, [Root of Discernment (A)] which allowed one to analyse the mana and effect behind a pharmaceutical plant, he started analysing the black root given by the man.

“…”

After a few seconds, Myung Yongha doubted the information flowing into his head.

“Yongha.”

That was when someone slapped him on his back.

Turning around, he found a skinny man with a tall height despite still being smaller than himself.
In one hand, he was holding a blue marble while his other hand was carrying a bottle of vodka.

The man was the 2nd ranked superhuman worldwide, who moved without being tied up by nationality.
His known alias was ‘BM’, and at the same time, he was a longtime colleague of Myung Yongha.

Due to a raid on an extra-large size dungeon, he hadn’t shown himself at the hideout for the past few months.
Despite the current situation he was in, Myung Yongha welcomed his friend.

“Yo-! BM.
How many months has it been? I heard you were busy?”

With a hiccup, the drunk man laughed.

“Dude, I don’t even have that much time to spare right now.
Just take this.”

BM handed over a small marble.

“Use it on Hawon-ssi.”

“Oi dude… what is it?”

“Something good.
See ya then.”

“Thank you.
BM! Seriously.”

BM walked outside while drinking vodka from the bottle. 

Myung Yongha analysed the black root given by the suspicious man and the marble from BM.
Both of them were extraordinary medicinal herbs which even he was unfamiliar with as a top world ranker.
In fact, it was hard for him to analyse them properly because he had never seen anything like them before.

Even then, it was certain that they were good for the body.

After coming to that conclusion, Myung Yongha used those two ingredients to earnestly boil a soup.
He created a magic circle and melted the ingredients before bringing them together.

Holding the soup, Myung Yongha entered the ward.
Perhaps her pain had dissipated a little, but his wife full of sweat, was lying down on the bed staring outside the window.
She was stroking her swollen stomach.

“Honey.”

She turned around.

Myung Yongha handed her the soup.
While looking at her trembling fingers that barely held up the spoon, he caressed her sweaty hair and shared a silly joke, “Did you exercise while I wasn’t here?” and used a towel to wipe her sweat off.

He sincerely prayed to a god whom he didn’t even know of.

If needed, I would sacrifice anything in existence,

So please, let there be a miracle…