Doom Breaker – The Egoist

This is complete bullshit.

My name is Shin Jagun, known as the Violent Dragon, and I led the guild Ragnarf. I’ve cleared countless dungeons deemed unbeatable. The guild raid team I led has never failed in any conquest.

I was hailed as the strongest Raider, basking in fame and fortune.

“You… you worthless bastards—! Do you even know who I am to pull this kind of crap!?!”

I screamed, my voice trembling with rage. The ground split and the air quivered.

The Eight Dragons of Ragnarf. That’s what we called the elite guild members, including myself. So, excluding myself, they are the Seven Dragons.

They betrayed me. It was absurd. Not even all seven of them together could match me. At least not in a fair fight. No, even an ambush shouldn’t be possible.

The situation was grim. A coincidence and inevitability mixed. The traitors had prepared for a long time. They must have run simulations repeatedly, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

Like seven hyenas targeting a lone lion…

They exercised extreme caution. Fine, I’ll acknowledge your patience and skills. But the one you messed with is none other than me, Shin Jagun.

You dared to target the Violent Dragon, Shin Jagun.

“If you had treated us like family even a little…”

“Honestly, boss, you were a human piece of trash, weren’t you? Admit it.”

“We had no choice, boss.”

They spoke as if they regretted the betrayal. Ludicrous words, excuses of traitors. I sneered. Would they not have betrayed me if I had been kinder?

Would they have been satisfied if I had evenly distributed the items instead of keeping them all to myself?

No way. If I were weak, they would have risen to strike me down eventually.

Friends? Comrades? Family?

Nonsense. In the end, everyone is alone. Let me reiterate, this situation is utterly screwed. Even I sometimes find myself in situations where there’s no solution.

This is not the time to be stubbornly pushing persistence and grit. There are realistic barriers and crises that cannot be overcome with willpower alone.

Reality is not a shonen manga. There are clear limits.

To explain the current situation in a few points:

First, my prized possession, the Seven Violent Dragon Weapons, was taken from me.

Using my secret technique, the Heavenly War Armament, I summoned all seven weapons, only for them to be bound by anti-gravity magic.

Second, we are currently in the midst of a raid.

Behind me are the seven traitorous dragons aiming for my neck, and in front of me stands the Triple S-rank boss, the Chaos Demon.

The aggro of the Chaos Demon is fixated on me. Unfortunately, I don’t have two bodies.

Third, the boss room’s debuff is deadly to me.

True to its nature as a demon boss, it has an “Anti-Divine” debuff.

I am blessed with the blessings of seven gods through the “Holy Grail” quest.

Had I known beforehand that it was a demon boss, I would have disabled the Holy Grail effect before entering.

These three factors are the reason for my defeat.

Even in this situation, my mind was sharply analyzing the battlefield out of habit, coming up with conclusions.

“Damn it all.”

Curses slipped out naturally. It’s bleak. There’s no chance of winning. Both my instincts and logic led to the same conclusion. I stood tall with my last shred of pride. I spat out words of curse-like threats at the traitors.

“If I come back, I’ll kill every single one of you… not leaving a single one of you alive….”

Although it sounded like a bluff, that was enough. Some of the traitors looked terrified. I had ruled through their fear.

‘At the very least, I won’t die by your hands.’

I flung myself towards the Chaos Demon. The demon seized me and swallowed me whole. It’s said that the demon’s innards are connected to another dimension.

Those who enter its dark space never return. This is the demon’s unique ability, “Abyssal Devour”. S-rank and above bosses typically possess at least one or two instant-kill abilities like this.

The dark space disintegrates the human presence. In the dark space, one’s sense of self fades and their soul melts away.

The way food gets digested, humans are broken down at the atomic level and absorbed.

‘I won’t end like this. I am Shin Jagun. The Violent Dragon, ruler of Ragnarf. Everyone fears and follows me. Who could possibly dissolve my will?’

The only thing that endured the darkness was my willpower. Why am I speaking in the past tense?

Yes, this is my recollection.

It means I survived and escaped from the dark space. The 21st century is an era where divine races, dungeons, and humans are entangled together.

Divine races?

They are extraterrestrial beings that saved humanity from extinction in the 20th century. They rule over humans and live as gods.

To add, I utterly detest them. Despite their omnipotence, divine races intervene sparingly in human affairs, observing humanity from afar.

‘Their attitude of treating humans like mere toys is infuriating.’

In the presence of gods, humans are nothing but playthings. Even a precious, unique life can be killed and resurrected at their whim with just a snap of their fingers.

It may sound petty, but my claim of being the strongest obviously excludes the “divine races”. They are a race that far transcends human cognitive abilities.

They are monsters who have even broken the algorithm of life and death of physical bodies…

How much time has passed?

In the barren darkness, a voice was heard. If you become my follower, I will pull you out of here.

It was Isaac, self-proclaimed God of Chaos. To exact my revenge, I made a pact with the one being I should have never allied with.

The strongest raider, I, the Violent Dragon Shin Jagun, was betrayed by the Seven Dragons.

I made a pact with the chaos god, Isaac.

And I endured Isaac’s contempt and mockery, looked up to everything I had to rebuild, swallowed the stench of rock-bottom, and swore vengeance.