TRAIGS (Novel) Chapter 599

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Chapter 599


The host burst into laughter, clutching his neatly combed hair.

"That's not just arrogance, it's downright delusion. Are you perhaps saying your real name is Glenn Zieghart?"

With a mocking tone, he spread his arms wide.

"I thought the Destructive King of the North had arrived."

"Where does this arrogant brat think he is?"

"He seems not to be affiliated with Zieghart after all."

"Get rid of the nuisance and continue the auction!"

The guests, who had been swallowing dry saliva in tension, seemed to relax at the leisurely words and actions of the host, letting out sneers.

"I'll handle this."

Raon ignored the murderous aura emanating from the entire auction house and turned his gaze to Siyan, Rimmer, and Reyran.

"The elves are being held captive behind the stage, so the three of you please rescue them."

"Ca, can you handle them alone?"

Siyan clasped her trembling hands, her voice filled with concern.

"If I have to subdue them all, it might be difficult..."

Raon licked his lips as he observed the warriors of the South-North Union closing in.

"But they're all bastards who deserve to die."

The humans in the auction house right now were here to buy elves and human slaves. They were all bastards who deserved to die, so there was no need to hold back.

"Instead of worrying about that monster, you'd better worry about the sky falling."

Rimmer stood up and took off his hood. He removed even the disguise that had been hiding his ears and stepped forward.

"Let's go quickly. We can't leave the children with any more humiliation."

He furrowed his brow deeply and drew his sword with his left hand.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

"Be careful."

As Reyran and Siyan were about to follow Rimmer, the warriors of the South-North Union who had been surrounding them raised their swords and spears, their blades gleaming with a sticky aura.

Raon took a step forward and raised Heavenly Drive. The moment the shimmering blade flashed, the bodies of the warriors blocking their path were sliced into lines.


Blood splattered along with the flesh, and red light scattered as it hit the lights on the floor.


"H-how can a person die so easily?"

"It's not just one or two...."

"What is this."

Those who had thought it was just a minor disturbance felt bloodlust approaching the tip of their noses and their necks trembled in fear.

"Now, wait a minute!"

The old man sitting right next to Raon raised his trembling eyes.

"If you're the blond-haired Zieghart, then surely...."

Thanks to the change in lighting, he was able to get a good look at Raon and let out a scream that sounded like a scream.

"It's Raon Zieghart!"

At the shout of “Raon Zieghart”, a heavy silence descended on the auction house, as if pressing down on everyone's shoulders.

"R-Raon Zieghart...?"

"The Dr, Dragon Slayer?"

"Why is that monster here...."

The faces of those who had been sneering just a moment ago turned pale and hard.


At Raon's gesture, Rimmer nodded and ran down. He kicked down the left wall of the stage with his wind-covered foot and went inside.

"Raon Zieghart...."

The smile that had been hanging on the host's lips was erased as if washed away.

"If you are the one called the Dragon Slayer, then you have the right to say such things. But this is a river."

He raised his hand, narrowing his eyebrows. The auction house door was roughly opened, and the South-North Union warriors who had been outside also ran in and surrounded the area.

"We are the ones who have the upper hand more than anyone else. So...."

The host tousled his neatly combed hair and revealed a beastly, fierce look in his eyes.

"Kill him!"

At his cry, the South-North Union warriors surrounding him all rushed in at once.

Raon raised Heavenly Drive, which had been tilted downwards. The graceful line drawn along the blood-colored light cut through the murderous aura of the auction house.


The necks of the South-North Union warriors who were pushing forward with their swords and spears fell off like ripe apples.

All that remained was the sticky sound of blood splattering on the ground.

"T-this is...."

Trembling, the host collapsed backward, his jaw shaking. But it wasn't just him. Everyone in the auction house held their breath, unable to move a finger.

Raon strode onto the stage, his steps leaving bloody imprints. The host's complexion turned pale with fear as Raon stood before him.

Top of Form

"Hey, what are you doing! Stop him! If we leave that bastard alone, we're all going to die!"

The host shouted at the people in the auction house to send guards to stop Raon.


"S-stop that bastard!"

"You guys go too!"

"If we just take care of that monster, there won't be any problem!"

The people who were swayed by the host's words sent the guards they had brought with them to stand in front of Raon and block his way.

With the remaining South-North Union warriors also moving in, the number of people surrounding Raon quickly exceeded 100.

"It's convenient that they've come to me."

Raon chuckled coldly, raising Heavenly Drive and creating a wave of red. The petals that bloomed from the tip of the sword scattered, carrying a faint flame.

Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation.

Thousand Flames.

Flame spirit.

The petals of the burning flowers, which had been quietly advancing like dandelions, suddenly accelerated and penetrated the chests of the warriors and guards.


"W-what, flowers?"

"Stop him!"

The warriors, who had come to their senses, tried to take a defensive stance with all their might, but it was already too late.


The fragments of the Flame spirit caused massive explosions as soon as they touched the bodies of the warriors, burning their flesh.



It didn't matter if they were beginner Master level or intermediate Master level, those who were touched by the burning red sword could not even block a single stroke and were suffocated to death.

Raon turned to Dorian after cutting down all the warriors.

"Block the door."


Dorian nodded and stood in front of the auction house door. He showed fear, but he also showed determination not to back down no matter who came.

This guy has become quite useful now.

Wrath smirked as he watched Dorian.

"Now, wait a minute!"

As Raon strode onto the stage again an old man who had bought the elf named Kasia approached him and knelt down.

"I, I am Jishen of house Penshian. We have a relationship with house Zieghart that has lasted for 50 years..."

"Then that alliance is over."

He severed the neck of the pig that squealed about their alliance.


Jishen leaned over, clutching his split throat as if he couldn't believe his own death.

Raon looked down at the auction house, where not even a breath could be heard.


The host tried to back away, revealing bloodshot eyes.

"It's been a while since I've met someone who talks as dirty as you."

Raon grinned and drew his sword. The blade that fell lightly cut off both of the host's legs.


The host screamed and flailed.

"I wanted to cut off your mouth first, but..."

The host's face, crumpled under Raon's eerie gaze.

"I think I have a lot to talk to you about."

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A lavish room adorned with the skins of beasts and monsters.

A man in a white tiger leather jacket licked his lips as he looked at the pile of gold coins.

"It's so much easier to make money this way than robbing caravans."

He put the handful of gold coins back in his pocket and chuckled.

"As expected, desire is the best product... huh?"

The young man stopped closing the spout of his gold coin pouch and lifted his gaze.

When a mysterious light appeared in his eyes, the door opened and a middle-aged man in a black suit entered.

"Sir Raptor! S, something terrible has happened!"

"I can sense it too."

Raptor narrowed his eyes, keeping his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

"Who came?"

"Th-There was an elf among the guests! They're causing a commotion inside the auction house right now."

"How did an elf find their way here? Even if it's a gambling den, you'd need an invitation to enter the auction house."

"I, I don't know either..."

The middle-aged man shook his head, saying he didn't know.

"Well, we'll find out once we catch them."

Raptor chuckled thinly and waved his hand.

"If it's Eren, he'll handle it well."

He inserted an aura into the crystal orb resting at the edge of the desk. The transparent sphere dimmed, revealing the scene inside the auction house.

"As expected, he's clever. Not only our guys but also the escorts brought by the pigs... huh?"

Raptor relaxed finger-tapping ceased as he widened his eyes. A man with a sword was slaughtering dozens of people with a single slash.

"...This is an elf?"

"Ah, yes. There are five of them, all elves..."


He shook his head firmly and let out a dry laugh.

"That's Raon Zieghart. Not an elf."

"Ra, Raon Zieghart then..."

"The young monster they say killed the Mad Dragon."

Raptor raised the orb, his brow furrowed.

"This is insane."

The last time he saw Raon was when he went to the Gazel River together with Roman.

It had only been a little over two years, but that monster seemed to have grown at an unbelievable speed.

"Even I can't beat him..."

He had grown quite strong himself, but he had no chance against that monster. All he could do was buy some time.


Raptor chewed on his lip and turned his head.

"I have no choice."

He opened the desk drawer and took out a white sheet of paper and a gray sheet of paper. Both of them were glowing with a strange light, as if they were absorbing light.

Raptor wrote down the arrival of Raon Zieghart on the papers and stared at them for a moment.

"Who should I call..."

As he was pondering, his eyebrows furrowed, Raon, who had been subduing and torturing Eren, turned around. He seemed to have noticed the existence of the orb and looked over at it, his lips twitching.

There you are.

Raptor felt his chin tremble as he met Raon's red gaze.

"This is not the time to hesitate."

He burned both pieces of paper and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"I just hope whoever comes will be enough."

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"P-please spare me..."

"Have you ever brought those who begged for mercy here?"

Raon smiled faintly and coldly as he looked at the host who was begging for his life.


The host's lips trembled as he looked around.

"From the moment you started spouting nonsense to a child who lost their parents, your fate was sealed."

He didn't even bother to use his sword and snapped his neck with his bare hand.


The host, filled with fear and pain, convulsed all over his body and then stopped breathing.

As Raon laid down the host's body, Rimmer, Siyan, and Reyran stepped up onto the stage.

Firmly determined, the three were also covered in bloodstains.

Standing next to them were about twenty elves, all wearing heavy makeup to suit human tastes and dressed in dresses. They were still beautiful, but with a bitter and sorrowful look.

"You should leave first."

Raon shook off his blood-soaked hands and pointed to the auction house door.

“What about you, Sir Raon?”

Siyan asked, exhaling softly.

“I still have work to do.”

“What work?”

"Are you planning to bring this place down?"

Rimmer jabbed his finger up and down at the auction house.

"You know me well."

Raon smirked and nodded his head.

"I know your personality."

Rimmer chuckled and poked Raon's shoulder with the sword.

"I'd like to do it myself, but I have some kids to take care of, so I can't help it. I'll step back this time. Let's go."

He lifted a young elf and ascended the stairs of the auction house.

“Be careful, please.”

“I'll go out first.”

Understanding that getting the elves out was a priority, Siyan and Reyran followed Rimmer's lead.


At Raon's call, Dorian nodded firmly.

"Shall I clear the way ahead?"

"No, gather all the items and money here."


Dorian widened his eyes as if asking what he was talking about.

“I told you, I'm going to bring this place down. Before that, gather all the auction items and money here.”


“Once you've got everything, get out on your own.”

Leaving those words behind, Raon struck the ground with his fist.


The floor collapses and the second gambling hall (casino) is revealed. There were no gamblers or dealers, but assassins who had been hiding everywhere rushed in.

It seemed they were waiting for the moment Raon couldn't move in mid-air.

Raon drew Heavenly Drive to his right, slicing through the air like a comet and emitting dense heat.


The assassins fell to their deaths before they could even throw their hidden daggers and knives. Their bulging eyes showed how surprised they were.


Raon, who had landed on the ground, kicked his feet violently. He broke the floor of the gambling hall again and went down one more level.

In the center of the room, with animal and monster skins hanging around, sat a man in a white tiger leather jacket.

He had a yellow bandana on his head, and his clean forehead was impressive.


Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the man's face.

"Didn't you say you were a bandit?"

Raptor, the South-North Union warrior who Raon had first met during a mission to track down bandits while he was a trainee, and who he had met again at the Gazel River, was standing before him.

"A bandit should just do as they're told."

Raptor chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.

"You seem to have enjoyed it quite a bit."

Raon snorted at the sight of the magnificent room and the jacket made of white tiger leather.

"Everyone likes money, don't they?"

Raptor nodded, grinning.

"Compared to that, it seems like you've only pursued strength."

His eyes flickered slightly.

"You seem to have the kind of strength that leaves people speechless. Did you receive the Devil's blessing or something?"

Raptor shook his head incredulously.

This bastard didn't receive the blessing of the devil, he just ripped off the Demon King!

Wrath shook his head.

"Enough with the small talk."

Raon raised the blade of Heavenly Drive, now free of any blood.

"You must have a ledger (account books) with the names of the humans who bought the elves, right?"

"...Why would there be such a ledger?"

Raptor’s arrogant voice faltered for a moment.

"So you do have one."

"You're annoyingly sharp as always."

Raptor shook his head with his hand on his waist.

"Trash like you guys wouldn't miss a chance to exploit someone else's weakness."

"Yeah, we do have one, but we're an organization with a certain level of integrity, so we can't just hand it over."

He raised his fists forward and nodded his chin.

"Let's see what you're capable of."


Raon didn't answer and drew a half-circle with Heavenly Drive. A red wave arose from the gracefully extended blade.

The individual who had surpassed their limits unleashed extreme speed and slashed in an instant.


A gleaming silver blade penetrated through Raptor’s right side, illuminated by the dazzling lights from the ceiling.


Raptor's right arm was ripped off roughly as if it had been gnawed away.


Raptor screamed a beat too late, as if he didn't even feel the blade.

"I'm not someone you can evaluate."

Raon aimed the bloodless Heavenly Drive at the ground, turning his head.

"Speak. Where is the ledger."


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