This Isn’t an E*otic Game?

Old Ban was oiling a massive gun—so enormous, you’d question whether it even qualified as a firearm.

Even in the jolting carriage, his hands moved swiftly and precisely, not a single drop of oil spilling on the floor.
I couldn’t help but be fascinated. I’d never seen a gun that big before.
“It’s an anti-dragon sniper rifle. Uses 14.5mm special armor-piercing rounds. Only something of this caliber has even a chance of piercing a dragon’s barrier or its scales.”

Sensing my gaze, Ban gave a faint smile as he answered.
He finished oiling and began assembling the weapon.
A sharp metallic click echoed as the barrel and receiver locked into place.

“I’ll set up at least 300 meters out and cover you with this rifle. Dragons can wield all kinds of magical phenomena. But those spells are so massive that one Dragon Heart inside the body isn’t enough. So, many dragons use an external mana stone as a catalyst to amplify their spells.”
Ban pointed to his forehead.
“The horn. Usually, when they’re casting, their horns light up. If I shoot the horn at that moment, the impact weakens the catalyst effect, canceling or weakening the spell. That’s the extent of what I can do. The rest is up to you, Saint.”

I nodded.
“If anything goes wrong, both of you must run immediately. I’m better off alone—easier to escape that way.”
“I’m confident in one thing—running away. Don’t worry.”
After attaching the final component, Ban chambered the bolt for a test cycle.

The receiver clicked and rumbled with deep, mechanical weight.
Once he was done checking the rifle, Ban leaned back against the carriage wall.
“Nervous?”

“From the 6th floor on, the standard rule is to avoid dragon territory altogether. One encounter is all it takes for disaster. And now we’re heading right toward one. Of course I’m nervous.”
“You didn’t have to come.”
“Do you have any idea how terrified everyone was when you came back unconscious from Devil’s Peak? We can’t let that happen again. If someone’s going to follow you, it should be old men with not much time left.”

The carriage bumped.
Driving the team was Priest Mathieu, who glanced back with a question.
“Three-way split boulder up ahead. Do we go right or left?”

“Right. No magical beasts that way.”
“Got it.”
The carriage turned right.

We kept going for another hour or so.
The three Barghs pulling the carriage weren’t even tired—maintaining a steady pace the entire way.
And the strangest thing was—

We hadn’t encountered a single magical beast.
I looked to Ban, suspicious.
“We haven’t run into a single monster this whole time. How?”
“You can’t have high-risk magical beasts within a dragon’s domain. Dragons don’t tolerate competitors in their territory. That’s why, if you plan your route right, it’s actually possible to move without any beast encounters. That’s why it’s been quiet so far.”

“And now?”
“We’ve entered a place where there’s no reason for anything else to exist.”
It wasn’t just that monsters were absent.

[Amayel. All signs of large life forms in the area are gone. Completely.]
Silence.
Except for the rattle of the carriage wheels, not a single sound could be heard.

And I knew what that meant.
“We’re nearing the dragon’s lair.”
“Alcassas, the Immovable Dragon, doesn’t leave his lair. That’s why there’s absolutely nothing near it. No magical beasts. No wild animals. Nothing. Not even insects live around it.”

In the distance—
I began to see it.
A dark, natural cave entrance carved into the middle of a high rocky cliff.

The eerie stillness in the air made one thing perfectly clear.
Something inside was not normal.
[Shit. This pressure. It’s enough to make me want to shut down my psychic link entirely.]

Corn’s voice trembled.
I gripped the psychic amplifier around my neck tightly.
“Let’s do this. What’s there to fear ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) when I have the Goddess of Life’s power?”

[You could die in one shot, idiot. That thing in there is not normal, Amayel.]
“Still. I have to do this. You’re going to help me, right?”
[Fucking lunatic. I swear to God, I ended up with a certified madman... Yeah, whatever. We’ve come too far to turn back now anyway.]

I gave Corn a light pat as he whimpered.
Ten minutes later—
The carriage finally came to a stop.

“Try to draw the Immovable Dragon out of the lair. We’ll set up near the wagon and provide sniper support. No matter what happens, don’t let it come anywhere near us.”
“Of course.”
“Saint.”

As I stepped down, Ban grabbed my shoulder.
“Don’t be fooled by the name Immovable Dragon. Alcassas uses powerful illusion magic when it gets hungry. It lures in every living thing nearby with those hallucinations—and then eats them right outside the lair. It prefers that. It waits for prey to walk to it.”
Ban’s voice carried a deep, bitter grudge.

“Countless expeditions have been slaughtered by that trick. He looks lazy, but he’s called the Western King for a reason. Don’t underestimate him. He’s dangerous. Stay sharp.”
I nodded.
As Ban and Priest Mathieu got out of the carriage and began expertly setting up the anti-dragon sniper rifle—

I slowly walked toward the dragon’s lair.
Cold air seeped from within the cave.
Inside this place—

Lived a dragon.
“Corn.”
No further explanation was needed.

Time Stop Armor, Physical Reconfiguration, Sensory Amplification ×3000—all activated, flooding my body.
Breathing steadily, I kept moving forward.
Inside the natural cavern, the walls shimmered with bluish crystals—cold, luminous, and silent.

And at the very back, as if it were the most natural thing in the world—
A massive white dragon lay in wait.
Covered in shimmering, jewel-like white scales that could be called elegant—

But that majestic body was engaged in a brutal, feral act.
Tearing apart a magical beast the size of an elephant with its forelimbs and teeth, swallowing it raw.
Then, slowly, it turned its gaze toward me.

The large blue horn on its forehead began to glow faintly.
Kyarrrrk.
Alcassas let out a low, displeased growl as it locked eyes with me.

I stared back, unwavering.
“Can that thing speak human language?”
[No. No language capability. But… I can feel it.]

Alcassas rose.
The mutilated remains of the magical beast flopped to the cave floor, entrails spilling everywhere.
Suddenly, an overwhelming pressure slammed down on my body.

Corn must’ve acted instantly—because it vanished just as fast.
But that weight would've made an ordinary person pass out immediately.
[That thing’s dumped all its internal mana into magical capacity. Every single Dragon Heart it’s got is maxed out. Amayel, be careful. This fight’s not going to be easy.]

“Well... that’s unfortunate. If it could talk, I was hoping to negotiate.”
The moment I didn’t back down—
Alcassas roared.

For a second, my body froze.
But just as fast, I recovered and moved again.
[Not happening! You’re not knocking my guy out!]

Even after all that noise, when I didn’t run—
Alcassas finally stood to its full height.
And as it rose, what had been hidden beneath its massive jewel-like form came into view.

Shattered guns.
Crushed human bones.
 

The sight of the beast sprawled out arrogantly atop a field of bones—easily over a hundred human remains, crushed and scattered like trophies—made fury rise in me.
“So. You’ve been gorging yourself without a care, haven’t you?”
I wanted to see despair bloom in that arrogant, beautiful gaze.

I didn’t bother holding back the power boiling through my entire body.
Just as I was about to launch toward it with explosive force—
[It’s an illusion! Amayel! Be caref—]

Corn’s voice vanished mid-sentence.
The crystal cave around me disappeared.
And then, suddenly—

I was lying in bed, comfortably resting.
Erpha. Iomene and Almene. Kanya. They were all there, playfully tangled up with me.
A peaceful morning.

Sunlight poured through the window, and the air was warm, soft, and lazy.
I felt myself starting to grow drowsy—wanting to sleep too, just for a moment—
[Amayel.]

The familiar voice of a woman snapped every trace of drowsiness out of me.
Asmodeus.
[This is no time to sleep.]

In an instant, the cozy bedroom vanished—and before me stood the Immovable Dragon, gazing down at me mockingly, its horn glowing with power.
[…Do it!! Wait—what the hell? You’re fine?!]
Corn’s voice returned as suddenly as it had vanished, and I shook my head to dispel the lingering traces of the hallucination.

“I’m fine. Asmodeus is watching over me.”
[Thank god. That spell was so strong I couldn’t block it with my psychic field at all!]
“I’m focused now. It won’t work again.”

I could still feel the powerful illusion magic being thrown at me—but it no longer affected me.
A dragon like this had no hope of cracking my mind when I was protected by Asmodeus.
“It won’t work anymore.”

I moved toward the Immovable Dragon.
The moment my foot struck the ground, the earth cracked with a deafening crunch.
With immense force, I launched forward like a bullet, shooting straight toward Alcassas.

I reached out.
I just needed to touch it.
One simple act of physical contact—then the dragon would be mine.

That was the plan.
But just like Old Ban had warned, things didn’t go so smoothly.
CRACK!

A massive shockwave erupted as my fist collided with something solid.
A faint, glowing blue barrier surrounded Alcassas’s entire body.
This was the first time—aside from a few Demon Lords—that my attacks had ever been blocked.

I was surprised—but Alcassas was even more so.
Even though the barrier had held, the force of the impact made the dragon’s massive body stagger.
For just a moment, fear flickered in those once-arrogant eyes.

Then its horn blazed furiously, and Alcassas began to unleash devastating magic.
[If you get hit, you’re dead! Dodge it!!]
With Corn’s warning screaming in my ear, I broke into evasive maneuvers.

Flames.
Lightning.
Ice.

A brutal torrent of elemental attacks came crashing toward me.
The kind of power that made me doubt even my healing abilities could bring me back if I took a direct hit.
[The cave’s too narrow!]

“I know. I was already planning to get out.”
Barely—barely—I avoided every spell. If not for Sensory Amplification ×3000, it would’ve been impossible.
Once I burst outside the cave—

A furious roar followed.
Alcassas, having abandoned its title of “Immovable,” charged out of its lair.
I must have pissed it off bad.

Its horn flared again, beginning to cast another massive spell.
And in that moment—
BOOM!

A deep gunshot echoed. Alcassas’s head jolted from the impact.
The bullet had landed right on the horn.
Mana drawn from its Dragon Heart scattered aimlessly into the air.

I glanced to the side—
Old Ban, braced behind his anti-dragon sniper rifle.
And beside him, Priest Mathieu, reloading the massive gun with perfect coordination.

They’d clearly done this before.
And I had no intention of wasting the opportunity they’d created.
“Corn. Dragging this out won’t do us any good, right?”

I needed to break that barrier and take the dragon now, in one single overwhelming blow.
“How do I break that barrier—fastest?”
Before Corn could answer, something in my body changed.

My heart began to beat like a motor on overdrive.
My blood roared through me like a furnace, heating my body to near combustion.
Steam began to rise from my limbs.

And then, the Time Stop gauntlet wrapped around my arm started to swell—
Shifting into a massive, weaponized fist—perfect for smashing a dragon.
[You’ve got one minute. Any longer, and you’ll black out instantly.]

The form felt right.
The strength felt right.
I inhaled deeply.

And didn’t exhale.
“Here I come.”
Another shot rang out.

Alcassas’s spell was disrupted again.
As the dragon turned its glare toward Ban in rage—
I dove straight through the opening.

The massive Time Stop gauntlet collided with the barrier.
A colossal shockwave exploded through the air.
Alcassas let out a cry—a mix of fear and disbelief.

And—
The barrier began to crack.