Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

Chapter 1110: Kong, The Dragon Who Lost Everything

Some time later, Vicente was making his way toward the domain of the Dragon Kong, accompanied only by Eudon, the leader of the Glorious Buddha Sect.

The journey to Kong’s territory was largely silent, except for brief moments when Vicente broke the quiet to ask questions about the dragon.

Eudon answered each question with curt responses, his tone respectful yet laced with caution. It was clear that even this revered sect leader, who had experience dealing with extraordinarily powerful beings, felt a sense of unease when speaking about Kong.

According to Eudon, the Dragon Kong rarely left his mountain. However, the sect had always maintained a watchful gaze on him. Despite their long-standing friendship with the dragon, they treated his presence with the same vigilance one might reserve for a dormant volcano.

Kong was regarded as a force of nature—an inherent danger not out of malice, but by virtue of his mere existence. If he were to ever leave the mountain, the Glorious Buddha Sect would immediately take action to monitor and mitigate any potential fallout.

At the very least, this vigilance reassured Vicente that his trip wouldn’t be in vain. If Kong wasn’t present in his domain, the sect would have known. This assurance allowed Vicente to relax slightly, but it didn’t stop him from processing what he’d learned about the ancient dragon.

Eudon revealed Kong had lived in the area for at least 100,000 years. As one of the oldest beings on the Inviting Isles, Kong’s history stretched far beyond that of the sect or any of the surrounding civilizations. Unlike the sect and other locals, Kong was not originally of the isles. He had only arrived there after ascending to the level of an Anicane expert.

But Kong’s journey didn’t end there. As an ancient dragon of such unfathomable strength, it was clear that he had traveled far and wide beyond the island over the course of his lifetime. His longevity and intellect gave him a wealth of knowledge about the world—knowledge unparalleled by anyone else on the island.

Yet, this wisdom came at a price. Few dared to learn directly from Kong. Most who sought his counsel either never returned, were unable to make contact, or simply decided it wasn’t worth the risk to approach him. As a result, many of the secrets the dragon held were shrouded in mystery, locked away deep within his own mind. Some fragments of his story and local history were known—passed down through sects and powerful figures like the Glorious Buddha Sect—but the full scope of Kong’s experience was known to no one but himself.

These revelations set the stage for Vicente’s arrival. Even as someone accustomed to dealing with powerful foes and allies alike, he couldn’t deny that this being was far removed from anything he had encountered before.

As Vicente got closer to Kong’s domain, the atmosphere shifted noticeably—becoming heavier, almost oppressive, as though the natural world itself acknowledged the dragon’s presence.

By the time they reached the base of Kong’s territory, Eudon’s demeanor changed. The sect leader, usually collected and deliberate, grew visibly tense. He watched the surroundings warily, keeping a close eye on the shadowy clouds clinging to the frozen mountain they were climbing.

Vicente, sharp and observant, noticed Eudon’s growing unease. His gaze narrowed slightly as he glanced at his guide. ”I see you and Kong have a... complicated relationship,” Vicente said, breaking the silence.

Eudon stopped mid-step before glancing back at Vicente, his expression stony but betraying a flicker of nervousness. He took a deep breath and spoke with measured calm, though his words carried an unmistakable weight.

”Senior Kong is an expert of immense value to this world. We respect him greatly—no less than we revere any Transcendent. But,” he hesitated, shifting his gaze back to their surroundings, ”I value my life. And I have no intention of being taken by surprise by an unstable mind.”

Vicente could understand Eudon’s cautious demeanor. Kong was an inevitable force, an indomitable presence that the local powers had no hope of eliminating. The only viable strategy was to avoid provoking him and to remain vigilant for any signs of instability.

After a few moments of silent contemplation, Vicente looked up toward the mountain’s peak, his gaze piercing through the thick cloud cover that enveloped their path. He muttered to his guide, ”I think today is your lucky day.”

”Senior?” Eudon responded, his voice a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

”Kong seems to be in a good mood today. He’s already noticed us and is waiting at the top of the mountain,” Vicente replied, a hint of relief in his tone.

Eudon’s eyes widened in surprise. ”Are you sure about this? This gas curtain is magical. I can’t see anything over 20 meters ahead.”

”I’m certain,” Vicente assured him, a confident smile playing on his lips. ”I can clearly see the light blue dragon looking in our direction.” He gave Eudon’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. ”You’d better introduce me. I believe he’s curious and is also seeing through this visual barrier.”

Eudon turned his gaze toward the direction Vicente had indicated, his expression one of awe and respect for the visual prowess of both Vicente and the dragon.

Gathering his composure, Eudon called out, ”Senior Kong, it’s me, Eudon, from the Glorious Buddha Sect. I’m with a friend who’s interested in meeting you.”

For the next 40 seconds, the only sounds were the crunching of their boots on the frosty ground and the howling wind. The last stretch of their climb was marked by an eerie silence, the tension palpable as they approached the summit.

As they neared the top, where the gas curtain thinned, the looming figure of the dragon came into clearer view. The light blue dragon, with its two wings, four legs, and long tail, lay sprawled across the upper part of the mountain. Its massive, curious eyes were fixed on the approaching humans.

”Who are you?” the dragon’s deep, resonant voice rumbled, breaking the silence.

”I am Vicente Fuller, a friend of the Dragon Tribe and Elves Tribe of Polaris Realm,” Vicente introduced himself. He saw no reason to hide his origins, even though he was aware of the potential risks of not knowing Kong’s position.

”Oh?” Kong’s large mouth opened slightly, revealing long, sharp teeth. An icy breath, carrying the scent of ancient herbs, wafted through the air, thickening the curtain of icy gas around them.

Vicente felt the freezing chill emanating from the dragon’s breath, a cold so intense it seemed to cut through to his very bones. He didn’t need to hear the legends to understand the nature of Kong’s power; it was evident in every frosty exhalation.

”Are you here to discuss the dreams of my old companions?” Kong asked directly, his voice imbued with a timeless wisdom and a hint of melancholy.

”Yes. Ever since I arrived in Anicane, I’ve been searching for someone like you,” Vicente said, his voice steady as he continued to approach the dragon. ”Unfortunately, I haven’t met anyone who could help me before now. I have some questions, and I hope you can help me solve at least some of them.”

Kong’s piercing eyes shifted to Eudon. With a subtle nod, he signaled the sect leader—who occasionally undertook smaller missions for him—to leave.

Eudon, understanding the unspoken command, departed swiftly, his form disappearing into the mist before Vicente and Kong could even begin to miss his presence.

For a few moments, a heavy silence hung in the air. Then, Kong’s deep voice broke the stillness. ”I don’t have much to say. I’ve failed. I don’t know how to reconnect Polaris Realm to Anicane the way things were over a million years ago.”

The dragon’s ancient eyes, filled with a mixture of wisdom and sorrow, turned to meet Vicente’s black gaze. ”Give it up, kid. Your cultivation is formidable. Don’t throw it away on a quest so old and distant. The road ahead only holds loss and suffering... And in the end, you’ll still fail.”

Kong’s gaze drifted upward, piercing through the clouds to the distant stars beyond. ”I lost everything I had for this mission. Don’t make the same mistake. Live your life and strive to become a Transcendent. When you reach that stage, you’ll have the power to do whatever you wish in Argardus.”