A figure stood waiting at the station—blonde hair, eyes gently squinted in a perpetual smile.
She was a mature beauty, her slightly opened eyes revealing heterochromia—her right eye green, the left a deep hue with a yellow pupil. With a soft smile on her delicate face and an enchanting figure, she had a truly world-class bust.
When a train came to a stop, a young girl stepped off, and the blonde waved toward her.
"Over here~ Over here~"
Her voice was soft and airy.
The girl with bobbed hair and a white beret, dressed in a white sundress, noticed the waiting figure and jogged toward her.
"Sorry for making you come all the way here to meet me, Lady Quetzalcoatl."
Despite speaking respectfully, Megumi found it quite surreal to meet this person in the surface world.
According to the goddess Eris, this so-called Quetzalcoatl—while a dragon maiden in another world—also held a divine position in the heavens here and was a highly respected senior to the angelic goddess Eris.
"Ehh~ Just call me Lucoa, no need to be so formal. It's kinda embarrassing."
Touching her lips with a finger, the dragon maiden—Lucoa—spoke with a slightly flustered, awkward tone.
"You're Megumi Kato, right? Eris said you're a human girl with the potential to become a goddess."
As she said this, Lucoa's squinted eyes opened, her heterochromatic gaze flashing with a mysterious brilliance.
"Mm-hmm. You do seem to have some decent qualifications. So, what did you want from me? If it's about goddess training or hero guidance or whatever, I'm not really good at that stuff."
Resting her large chest on the chair back, Lucoa sighed, looking a little troubled. The overwhelming weight almost seemed like it would topple the chair.
After that, the presence-lacking girl who had returned shifted her calm expression into something a bit more serious.
"I want to know about Rostar Ignatius."
At those words, the dragon maiden Lucoa blinked in surprise and once again opened her heterochromatic eyes.
She stared for a while, as if lost in memories of an ancient past.
. . .
It was an era of chaos—an era where order had no meaning. A time ruled purely by strength, where the strong survived and the weak perished.
During that age, there were several dominant factions. The foremost among them were the gods, who aimed to rule everything with tyranny.
Of course, not all gods shared the same ideals. There were those with ambition, evil gods, and more—plenty of dangerous elements.
The second major force was the dragon race—beings led by the dragon gods, wild and unrestrained. They rejected all rules, did as they pleased, and lived almost lawlessly.
The third force was the giants...
Because of differing ideologies, conflicts between these great races were constant. Every battle tore the earth and sky apart, often dragging weaker lifeforms into annihilation.
One day, a race once seen by the powerful as little more than monkeys—humans—was favored by the gods.
Initially, the dragons didn't pay them much mind, until the gods began creating numerous synthetic beings by combining humans with other species.
These new hybrids possessed power surpassing the originals, and it shocked the dragons that human physiology could have such a catalytic effect.
The dragons couldn't stand by any longer. But the gods forbade them from destroying the humans—for obvious reasons. Those synthesis experiments were all divine creations.
Ignorant humans, believing themselves favored by the gods, happily offered everything—even unaware of the cruel experiments they were summoned into. Backed by their rapid reproduction, these human-hybrids formed powerful armies, suppressing the dragons to some extent.
When a successful fusion between dragons and humans emerged, the situation worsened for the dragons.
These beings—half-human, half-dragon—could transform into dragon-like forms rivaling actual dragons.
They often disguised themselves as humans and ambushed dragons. When reinforcements came, they'd already reverted and disappeared without a trace.
Crushed under such assaults, the dragon race lost territory as the gods expanded. Other factions were either devoured or forced to submit—those who didn't become the next experimental material.
Even those who obeyed could only live under oppression.
Then, one day, a divine facility responsible for these fusions was destroyed—by one of their own creations. The culprit was a rebellious hybrid who razed what had taken the gods countless years to build.
The gods were enraged and ordered a hunt for the perpetrator. After an investigation, they pinned it on hybrid No. 7, who had fled to the material world.
Normally, the gods would've personally intervened—but the dragon gods stepped in to stop them. Not out of protection for the hybrid, but because they saw such impure beings as shameful, their existence an insult to dragonkind. The only reason they intervened was to spite the gods.
Since the gods couldn't act directly, they sent humans to hunt the dragon hybrid instead.
First, they manipulated the narrative—human cities were attacked by beasts, innocent lives slaughtered by an unknown force. All evidence pointed to the same culprit: a dragon hybrid.
A divine oracle proclaimed that this hybrid would bring extinction upon humanity.
Whipped into a frenzy, humans were easily molded into weapons. The gods bestowed divine blessings upon them—though this would eventually crystallize and destroy them.
But under divine manipulation, humans believed it was the greatest honor.
Thus, the most suitable candidate was chosen, granted holy power, and given the title of Hero, destined to defeat the evil known as the Demon King, the one who would bring darkness and ruin.
"Demon King?"
The shocked murmur slipped out.
"Yes, the Demon King—Rostar Ignatius!"
Naturally, the dragons wouldn't sit idle. They offered support to the hybrid, helping him stand against humanity.
Thus, after subduing and uniting various forces, the Demon King established his army. On the other side, humanity formed their hero-led crusade.
In time, the Demon King and the Hero became mere pawns on a vast chessboard—between the dragon gods and the divine king of gods.
Yet neither side expected what came next.
The day everything changed.
The day of the Demon King's counterattack.
The day of Ragnarök.
But before the gods' twilight arrived, let us talk about a certain baby dragon and a Demon King—and their vague, ambiguous relationship.