Chapter 44: The Legacy of the Dragon: Unleashing Chun Hyeeun’s True Power
by Afuhfuihgs“This is the breath of a dragon.”
A powerful acidic breath shot forward, melting everything in its path.
Asphalt sizzled, and the interiors of buildings disintegrated.
Enemies panicked, scattering in retreat, but the breath’s trajectory was precise—they couldn’t escape unscathed.
Their health dropped significantly.
Just a grazing hit had that much effect. One could only imagine the devastation if it had hit them head-on.
Still, from the enemy’s perspective, things weren’t completely grim.
For now, all my skills were on cooldown.
On the other hand, the enemy team had merely lost some health—no fatalities.
That left four of them against three of us, with one of my teammates barely holding it together.
In any direct confrontation, we were at a clear disadvantage.
…That is, until the message appeared.
[“The owner of the Floating Spire has been defeated.”]
The boss of the Tier 2 objective, melted by the acidic breath, dropped an item: [Source of Transcendence].
As the one who delivered the finishing blow, I claimed the loot.
I used the [Source of Transcendence] to craft a unique item.
Above my head, a golden crown materialized—proof of my ascension from a mere heir of dragons to their ruler: [Crown of the Dragon King].
Placing the crown firmly on my head, I activated its power.
“Bow before me, mortals! The Dragon King has arrived!”
Instantly, all health and mana were restored, and every skill’s cooldown was reset.
The Bone Dragon growled as its maw opened wide again.
Another acidic breath swept over the enemy.
[Victory]
As the enemy’s base crumbled, I smacked my lips in slight disappointment.
I hadn’t even showcased the full extent of Cheon Hyeeun’s powers yet, and it was already over.
Her true essence could only be experienced after capturing the Tier 1 objective and completing the “Mobile Fortress.” But alas, the match was done.
Judging by the chaos in the chat, the viewers shared my frustration.
“Nooo!”
“Nong!”
“Nongnong!”
“Nooooo!”
The chat devolved into a mess of unintelligible lamentations. The disappointment was palpable.
With the game over, I reverted Han Yurim’s avatar from a middle schooler’s form to that of a fifth grader.
The chat erupted even louder.
“Noooooo!”
“Nong!”
“Nooooooooooooooo!”
“Calm yourselves! Next time, I’ll show you the ‘Mobile Fortress’ for sure—”
[Anonymous donated 1,000,000 won]
“Noooooong!”
I quietly turned off the avatar.
“This lady is quite busy, so I must take my leave.”
“Don’t go, Nongbao!”
“Come back, Nongbao!”
The chat wailed in despair, but I paid them no mind as I switched my avatar back to its usual appearance.
[Anonymous donated 1,000 won]
“Are you back to your senses now?”
As if snapping out of a trance, the viewers began flooding the chat again.
“What just… happened?”
“I swear I was watching 23-year-old Han Yurim’s stream, but—”
“Noooong” (Temporary ban: 10 seconds)
“Huh? My hands moved on their own!”
I chuckled.
Was it because I had used too much dragon power? Or perhaps it was the lingering resentment of players who had witnessed my in-game bad endings.
I made a mental note to be cautious in the future.
“Now that the urgent matters are over, I’ll return to the stream,” I announced, queuing up for the next game.
Just then, another donation came through.
[Anonymous donated 1,000 won]
“Can we get a ‘Noona’ version?”
I tilted my head in confusion.
“What are you talking about? Technically, this is the ‘Noona’ version.”
After all, the ‘Han Yurim’ avatar was based on my childhood, while the current avatar represented me as an adult.
By that logic, this was already the ‘Noona’ version.
“Sigh, bring Lumen over.”
“Lumen is busy with the season right now,” I said casually.
Speaking of which, I still hadn’t decided when to use Lumen’s wish ticket.
Maybe I’d ask for something fun, like a gothic lolita cosplay.
[Anonymous donated 1,000 won]
“If the only difference between your three avatars is height, can this really be called the ‘Noona’ version? There’s barely any height difference between the middle school and adult versions anyway.”
“A difference in height is proof of growth,” I replied matter-of-factly.
To me, this was obvious. But apparently, not to my viewers.
“Yeah, but there’s no chest difference, you—” (Temporary ban: 10 seconds)
This time, it wasn’t the dragon’s power running wild but rather my familiar.
Suspicious, I asked tentatively, “Bunnyrun?”
The reply came swiftly.
Bunnyrun: “Why, Noona? Don’t even think about banning me!”
“Oh no, I was just checking. Since I have multiple moderators now, I wanted to confirm who it was.”
It was a natural trade-off. The broadcasters who gave me mod privileges on their streams automatically became moderators on mine.
Though, in truth, that only included Pape, Moss, and Bunnyrun.
Bunnyrun: “Wait, what? There are other mods besides me?”
“Yes, even including you, it’s just three people total,” I reassured her.
Ah, the sweetness of power.
Bunnyrun seemed a bit defensive at first, but once I clarified that her authority was limited, she calmed down.
Thank goodness. That could’ve easily escalated into a full-blown rebellion.
Bunnyrun: “What were you up to?”
It seemed like she’d just arrived and had no idea what I’d been doing.
“Well… that’s…” I hesitated for dramatic effect before casually continuing, “I was playing a game.”
The explanation was deliberately short.
Limited editions should maintain their value—like a kind of secret service.
Revealing too much would cheapen the experience for the 13,000 viewers who had just enjoyed my broadcast.
Wait, 13,000?
I blinked. That was nearly double my usual viewer count.
It must mean my performance as Chun Hye-eun had really made an impression.
Anyway, preserving the exclusivity of rare events was important.
[You have been assigned as a Guardian.]
I froze at the familiar message.
Looking at the chat, I saw the viewers beginning to lose their grip on language again.
No!
“Calm down! Otherwise, I—ugh.”
I couldn’t resist the power surging through me. My avatar flickered off, replaced by one in a familiar gothic lolita outfit.
[This body is the last descendant of the Dragon Clan, Chun Hye-eun.]
With confidence, I asked,
“Did you summon me again?”
[Anonymous donated 1,000,000 won]
“Noooong”
“Very well.”
The chat sped up, now three times faster than before. My viewer count, already high, surged even further.
I selected a location for my base and proclaimed:
“Behold the glorious path of the Dragon King’s ascension. Bow your heads!”
“Woohoo”
Bunnyrun: “???????”
“Noooong”
Once again, I couldn’t show off the ‘Mobile Fortress.’ The enemies were too weak, unable to withstand even my unenhanced Bone Dragon.
When would I finally get to showcase it? It was a sight to behold.
The next morning, I received a sudden message from my mom that made me pause.
[Mom: “Your dad was asking when you’ll visit home again. When are you coming?”]
It had only been two months since my last visit, but it seemed they had something they wanted to talk about.
Home, huh?
I suddenly thought of someone and sent her a text.
Han Yurim: “Bunnyrun, I’m planning to visit my parents’ house. Want to come with me?”
Her reply came quickly.
Bunnyrun: “Sure!”
Han Yurim: “I’ll send you a list of things to prepare.”
Bunnyrun: “I need to prepare stuff???”
What, was she planning to show up empty-handed?
The feet of a super game developer are heavy.
Once we move, we don’t budge easily.
I preemptively ordered a computer for Bunnyrun to use at my parents’ house and casually took leave from my part-time job.
I didn’t bother booking tickets for the trip.
We’d just take Bunnyrun’s car.
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