Just a Cat Cafe Owner, Really! (Danmachi x Blade and Soul)

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A/N: Hello, readers!

Here's another chapter! :3

LAST TIME

"Well..." Its deep, baritone voice shook, and vibrated through the air, putting the strong summoner in even more shock and awe, a combination of both. He could feel the voice echoing in his chest and the hairs on his body rising in anticipation and excitement.

Feeling the great dragon's eye boring into him, he returned the courtesy and stared back with defiance and respect, someone who stood on equal ground with the other.

"Who are you, human?"

THIS TIME

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Interlude : The One-Eyed Black Dragon

The world was born from the void, the infinite darkness. Everything began from it, was born from it and in death, they will return to it. I am no different. 

My birth was vague, something of which I know not of what precisely happened. There had been nothing but darkness and then, there was light. I opened my eyes to find myself in a place of great ice, glaciers and furious gales of white yet I do not know of how I came to be. Perhaps, the humans shared this plight of mine, as well.

However, in the deep abysses of what the humans now call, the Dungeon where I once slumbered, I remembered... something.

A gentle, yet domineering voice spoke within the deep recesses of my mind. It spoke softly, their voice swayed me, like wisps dancing in the cold night to nature's lullaby. And I found myself listening to the voice, akin to a child and his mother.

"My child, my sweet, beloved child... Go, reach the surface."

"And be free."

Long after I heard the gentle voice, nothing else had been deeply engraved in my mind but the festering desire to spread my wings and reach the surface, no matter what.

And so I waited. I grew in the abysses, biding my time as my strength and knowledge expanded with every great warrior of old that tried to slay me for what I am, a black dragon.

At first, I had abhorred fighting. I did not wish for meaningless slaughter like the rest of my kind. I had killed back then, but it was all for my survival. 

Warriors came to slay me yet they easily died as I stomped them into mere red pastes on the ground. As they saw this, they ran. And they dare call themselves warriors in the face of indomitable force? Laughable.

Cowards, the lot of them.

Looking back to the old times, as my strength grew and with every warrior I laid low, so did their numbers, as well. Eventually, the craving for battle engraved within every dragon finally reached me.