You ever wonder what it's like to feel such despair and pain that it almost kills you? Most people probably never will, not even in a lifetime. But for some, that taste comes early, way before they even know who they are.

The one thing that kid remembers, clear as day, is the sight of his hometown engulfed in flames. Everybody was running for their lives, panicking, while this massive creature flew overhead, spewing crimson fire, burning down buildings and forests alike. No way out, no way to survive. No hope.

His family, his friends, everyone he knew—dead, all from wounds and horrors too many to name. He watched it all, tiny hands balled up, shaking with anger and grief.

The men were taken as slaves or food until nothing was left of them. The women were forced into unspeakable suffering, stripped of everything. Crops and homes were wiped out, gone in an instant. That kid swore to train, to get stronger, to give back everything those monsters had dished out—to make them pay.

And this is the beginning of a vengeance that would be remembered in dragon history for generations.

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**Twenty Years Later**

"Randon! Are you really taking this job?!" The guild clerk's voice cracked with sheer panic. The handsome young man in front of him just nodded, calm as ever, not a hint of hesitation. The clerk could only put his head in his hands.

"If I pull this off, the title of Dragon Slayer will be officially mine."

"Yeah, I know, but damn... you're really only taking dragon-related jobs, huh?" The clerk sighed, rubbing his temples as he signed off on the approval. All he could do was hope that Randon would come back alive, mission accomplished.

Randon took the golden mission slip, nodding with satisfaction as he walked out of the guildhall, ready to prepare for the hunt.

The mission? [White Dragon Velteer]. A hunt for a dragon that's been around for about sixty years now. Tons of heroes and adventurers had tried to take it on, but not a single one had ever come back. It had become one of the top-tier missions in the kingdom, infamous for its difficulty.

Honestly, approving this kind of mission was no different from giving someone permission to walk to their death. But if someone had the right endorsements and a high enough adventure rank, there was no stopping them. Rules were rules.

But...

If that young man could actually pull this off, he'd be a legend, no doubt about it.