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Chapter 8: The Beginning of Her Path
Translated by Vine | Proofread by Lust
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“…To raise a new city from the ruins. That’s the new world I want to create.”
Having overcome the depression and sense of helplessness caused by countless disasters and misfortunes, Yuna now had a new goal. She had found a burning ambition, a powerful drive that could push her to action. It wasn’t just a wish anymore—it was a fierce desire to achieve something monumental.
Her newfound ambition fueled her, giving her the courage to return to the city she had fled in fear.
“I’ll go back to Gyeongju! And from there, I’ll build the world I want!”
“W-Well, if that’s the path that will bring you fulfillment…”
Bahamut—the foolish dragon—stared at Yuna with a confused expression. He had just witnessed her go from tearfully despairing to boldly declaring her new mission. His regret over comforting her too well was evident.
“So, please lend me your strength!” Yuna said, her eyes shining with determination.
“The contract is already sealed. Through you, I will intervene in this world.”
‘Well, as long as I stay by her side and make sure she doesn’t stray, it should be fine, right?’ he thought, trying to rationalize the situation.
At this point, it was too late to undo what had been done. The words of support he had offered Yuna had already cemented her resolve, and now she was asking him to back her up. He reassured himself that as long as he guided her, things wouldn’t spiral out of control.
“Yes! Under Bahamut’s name!”
Buoyed by Bahamut’s declaration, Yuna set off, her head held high as she retraced her steps back to the world outside. She swore to her god that she would no longer run away. She left the dragon’s temple and stepped out into the open air.
“Kahak? Gob? Gob?”
“…They’re here.”
The moment she exited the cave, she heard the grating voices of goblins. Yuna pressed herself against the cave wall, peeking out to see a group of goblins lurking nearby. They were similar in appearance to the monsters that had chased her earlier, but unlike before, they did not dare enter the cave.
Yuna mistakenly assumed that the goblins could sense Bahamut’s presence inside the cave and were too afraid to enter.
“…I knew it! I’m not wrong. I’m really not wrong!”
The mighty aura of the dragon must have been keeping those vile creatures at bay, she thought. They couldn’t invade such a sacred place. And unlike those lowly creatures, she had been chosen by the dragon.
Fueled by her newfound confidence, she boldly stepped out from her hiding place.
“You filthy green monsters! How dare you defile the entrance of this sacred temple?!”
“Gob? Gobgob?”
The goblins, taken aback by her sudden outburst, turned to look at her with wide, confused eyes. Though goblins were known for their insatiable lust, the sight of this strange girl screaming at them made them forget their primal urges. Her crazed expression was enough to extinguish any thoughts they had of attacking her immediately.
But the goblins’ hesitation cost them dearly.
“Lightning Bolt!”
“Gobruughh?!”
In a flash, Yuna cast her spell, and a bolt of lightning shot from her fingers, electrocuting the nearest goblin. Its body convulsed as the high-voltage current seared its flesh, leaving nothing but a charred husk.
The nearby goblins, standing too close to the strike, were also caught in the residual shockwave. The intense electricity coursed through them, causing them to collapse, their tongues lolling out as they fell unconscious.
Those who survived stood frozen, their eyes wide with terror. The girl they had foolishly dismissed moments ago was a powerful sorceress, and their comrades had been fried to a crisp in the blink of an eye.
Desperation gripped them, and they turned to flee.
But Yuna wasn’t finished.
“Call Lightning. Magic Arrow.”
The sky rumbled, and another crack of lightning struck the fleeing goblins. The thunderous boom echoed through the air as the goblins’ bodies were charred black, their corpses smoking in the aftermath. Those that weren’t killed by the direct strike were taken down by Yuna’s magic arrows, each one piercing their chests with deadly precision.
“Ah… ha… ha… ha…” Yuna chuckled softly.
The goblins, who had once seemed so terrifying, were now nothing more than a pile of corpses at her feet.
“I’m overflowing with power! I can do it! I can really do it now!”
Despite having used such high-level magic, Yuna didn’t feel the least bit drained. Her mana reserves were still full, her energy untouched.
Back in the survivor camp, Yuna had seen powerful magic-users—Awakeners who could only cast a couple of spells before collapsing from mana depletion. Yet, here she was, casting spell after spell, still standing strong. She realized, at that moment, that she had surpassed even the strongest Awakeners she had met.
Yes… as Bahamut’s priestess, I’ve reached a level far beyond them.
The realization filled her with a giddy sense of superiority.
“This is… nothing. These goblins are nothing.”
These monsters, once so fearsome, were now no more than weaklings to her. She could crush them with ease. They were no longer a challenge.
“I wonder… how far can I go with this power?”
Yuna wanted to test her strength, to see just how powerful she had become. Goblins were beneath her now; she needed stronger prey to gauge her true capabilities.
And as if in response to her thoughts…
“Grrrrr…”
“Oh… they’re here.”
A low, guttural growl echoed through the forest as the heavy footsteps of something far more dangerous approached. The rumbling thunder from her earlier spell had drawn the attention of other monsters in the area.
Emerging from the treeline was a hulking figure—a green-skinned creature with bulging muscles and a face like a wild boar. It was an orc, far larger and stronger than the goblins, and it wasn’t alone. A whole pack of them followed behind it, their weapons drawn and ready for battle.
Yuna stared at the orc with a calm, almost amused expression.
“I’ll show you my god,” she whispered, her voice low but confident.
The orcs roared in response, their leader charging at her, brandishing a massive axe that could cleave her in two.
But Yuna didn’t flinch. Her lips curled into a grin, her fingers tracing intricate patterns in the air.
“Summoning Magic: Bahamut.”
With her incantation complete, the immense magical energy she had inherited from the dragon surged through her. She could feel her mana reserves draining rapidly, but she didn’t care. This was what she had been waiting for.
In the blink of an eye, a colossal magic circle appeared in the sky above the orcs, casting a shadow over the entire battlefield.
“GOAaaaaa…?”
The orcs, sensing danger, halted their charge. Their leader looked up, confusion and fear flashing across his brutish face as the magic circle flared to life.
Before he could react, a massive claw shot out from the circle, slashing through the air with the force of a hurricane. It struck the orc leader, tearing him apart in an instant. His once indomitable body was reduced to nothing more than shreds of flesh and bone.
“Ahaha… ha ha ha ha!”
The remaining orcs, too shocked to move, stood frozen. But as Yuna’s crazed laughter filled the air, they snapped out of their stupor and rushed toward her, desperate to kill the insane sorceress who had summoned such devastation.
Their instincts told them that if they could just kill her, the magic would stop.
But that was a fatal mistake.
The next orc to charge was flattened by a massive claw, crushed like an ant beneath a boot. The beast that had once been so mighty was nothing compared to the dragon’s overwhelming power.
Yuna’s summoning magic had only brought forth a small portion of Bahamut’s true form, but even that was more than enough to decimate the orcs. To Bahamut, they were insignificant pests, easily crushed with a flick of his claw.
“Gah… Goga gra!”
“Oh? Trying to run?”
The orcs, finally realizing the hopelessness of their situation, turned tail and fled in terror. Their leader had been torn apart in an instant, and the rest of them were being crushed like insects. The few remaining orcs, realizing they had no chance of victory, desperately tried to retreat into the forest.
But Yuna had no intention of letting them go.
“You can’t escape from my god,” she said coldly.
With a simple gesture, Bahamut’s massive claw descended once again. It swept through the fleeing orcs like a scythe through grass, flattening them into the dirt. The ground shook under the force of the dragon’s power, and when the dust settled, not a single orc remained alive.
Yuna stood amidst the carnage, her eyes wide with exhilaration. She had never felt so powerful, so invincible. The creatures that had once terrified her were nothing now—mere fodder for her to test her new abilities on.
“Yes… this is it,” she whispered to herself, her breath coming in excited gasps. “With this power… I can truly do it. I can rebuild the world. I can create the new world I desire!”
She turned her gaze to the horizon, toward the distant city of Gyeongju. It was the place where her journey had started, the place she had fled from in terror. Now, it was the place she would return to—this time, not as a helpless survivor, but as someone with the power to change everything.
“Let’s go, Bahamut,” she said, her voice filled with determination. “We’re going to make the world bow before us.”
The dragon’s presence lingered around her, silent but ever-watchful. Yuna could feel Bahamut’s power coursing through her veins, as if the god himself were standing beside her, guiding her every step.
“Yes… this is only the beginning,” Yuna said, her lips curling into a smile. She felt a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing that she now had the strength to take on whatever challenges lay ahead. “I’ll rebuild the city. No… the entire world. And no one will stop me.”
With one last look at the scorched battlefield, she turned and began her march toward Gyeongju.
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Back inside the cave, Bahamut, still tethered to the mortal realm by Yuna’s magic, watched her with growing unease.
‘Something’s off… I didn’t teach her elemental magic, and yet she’s using it so naturally,’ he thought, his brow furrowed. ‘Where did she learn that? Could it be… some kind of latent potential awakened by our contract?’
The foolish dragon was perplexed. He hadn’t anticipated this. He had expected Yuna to rely solely on the power he had granted her through their contract—the ability to summon him to her side. But the way she effortlessly wielded magic far beyond what he had given her was unsettling.
‘Is this… some kind of dangerous hidden talent? Or maybe… she’s even more unstable than I thought?’
Bahamut couldn’t shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong. He had expected Yuna to be a devout follower, perhaps even a little zealous. But the look in her eyes… the way she had laughed as she obliterated those orcs… it was too intense. Too unhinged.
‘Did I… did I make a mistake?’ the dragon wondered, his unease growing. He had chosen her as his contractor because of her desperation, her drive to survive. But now he wasn’t sure if he had unleashed something far more dangerous.
“I’ll rebuild the world… she says,” Bahamut muttered under his breath, watching as Yuna disappeared from sight. ‘This… might be more complicated than I thought.’
He sighed deeply, his enormous form shifting uncomfortably. For better or worse, he was bound to Yuna now. Whatever path she chose to walk, he would be dragged along with her.
‘I just hope she doesn’t destroy everything in the process…’ he thought, though even as he did, he knew it was a faint hope.
Yuna’s conviction was growing by the minute. And with her new-found power, Bahamut wasn’t sure if anyone—himself included—would be able to stop her.
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