Player’s Guide to Raising a BUG Angel-Chapter 44 : A Dragon’s Heart Stirred! What Kind of Treasure Was This!

Chapter 44: A Dragon’s Heart Stirred! What Kind of Treasure Was This!
Ignis felt her worldview being fiercely shaken by a power unlike anything she had ever known, teetering on the verge of collapse.
The Primordial Tongue!
Wasn’t that just a legend?
That was something that existed only within the most ancient inherited memories of the dragon race. It was said to be the fundamental “command” the Creation Dragon God used to construct the world, a materialization of the world’s rules.
To master the Primordial Tongue was to wield the power of “words shaping reality,” which meant… obtaining a portion of a “god’s” authority.
But how could that be possible?!
Ever since the Creation Dragon God’s departure and the stabilization of the world’s rules, the Primordial Tongue had long been lost. No living being could reproduce that kind of power again.
The dragon race had passed down its legacy for tens of thousands of years, yet all they retained in the depths of their bloodline memory was a vague sense of awe toward that power.
But now, what was she seeing?
A frail human girl, chanting in a tone that resonated from the very depths of her bloodline—reciting that forbidden language.
“Lux.” —— Light.
And thus, all light in the world bowed before her.
“Vita.” —— Life.
And thus, the long-withered earth revived with new vitality.
This wasn’t illusion, nor was it any kind of advanced magic.
Ignis could clearly feel that it was the very “rules” of the world responding to her chant! The underlying code that made up the world itself was moving at her command!
This had already surpassed her understanding of “power.”
Her heart, which had hardened like iron through millennia of solitude, was at this moment struck—fiercely, profoundly, unshakably struck.
She recalled the words her mother, the Guardian Dragon Bahamut, once spoke to her when she was still a hatchling.
“Ignis, remember this well. Wealth and power are not the most precious things in this world.”
“There is a kind of ‘treasure’ that cannot be possessed, cannot be measured, yet holds the power to create everything, to change everything.”
“That kind of ‘treasure,’ we call… a ‘miracle.’”
Back then, she scoffed at it.
In her view, anything that could not be stored away in her hoard was utterly worthless.
But now, as she looked at the girl surrounded by light and life, listened to the chant spilling from her lips that could rewrite the world’s rules—
An uncontrollable thought surfaced from the depths of her soul.
——Was this… a “miracle”?
She looked at Mophis, and in her golden eyes, greed, violence, and possessiveness—the emotions most familiar to her—slowly faded away.
In their place arose feelings she had never known before: reverence, confusion, awe, and… a faint sliver of fear.
She began to fear.
Fear that if she harmed this “miracle,” she might be struck down by the rules of the world itself.
Fear that if she missed this “miracle,” it would become the greatest regret of her eternal life.
Meanwhile, Mophis had already immersed herself fully in the wondrous sensation of “words shaping reality.”
She felt as if she had become the “administrator” of this world.
As long as her spiritual power could “read” the meaning of those Primordial Tongue syllables, she could mobilize the power of the world.
The feeling was intoxicating!
She even had the illusion that not to mention a mere Dragon King, even if a GM stood before her, she could just say “Delete,” and erase their account.
Of course, that was only a thought.
She could clearly feel that every time she “translated” a syllable, her already limited spiritual power was being drained at a terrifying rate.
After chanting only two words, she already felt dizzy, as though she had just finished working seven days and nights without rest.
No, she couldn’t continue chanting.
If she did, the gamble wouldn’t even end before she herself collapsed from “overwork death.”
Stop while she still could!
Mophis made up her mind to end this performance—an utterly shameful performance, yet one with overwhelming results.
Her spiritual power brushed over the third and final symbol on the page that she could barely “read.”
That symbol was more complex than 【Light】 and 【Life】, composed of countless interwoven rays that converged into a warm shape, like an embrace.
When her spiritual power touched it, she “perceived” an emotion.
It was an emotion filled with serenity, peace, warmth, protection… countless positive meanings entwined together.
If one had to use a single word to summarize it, that word was—
【Home】.
Mophis’s heart was gently stirred.
She thought of her “home” in this world, the dilapidated yet sheltering library that kept the wind and rain at bay for her.
She thought of that group of players, strange as they were, who clumsily protected her in their own ways.
A warmth and softness unlike anything she had ever felt welled up within her heart.
She lifted her head, gaze passing over the ancient tome, past the dazzling stage, and landing upon the Dragon King, Ignis, who was staring at her in utter shock.
Slowly, for the third time, she parted her lips.
A syllable gentler and warmer than any before flowed out from between them.
“Domus.”
The moment this Primordial Tongue word for “home” rang out—
No earth-shaking phenomenon, no radiant explosion, no resurgence of all things.
Only an unseen, gentle wave spread outward from Mophis like a mother’s embrace, instantly blanketing the entire Western Wasteland.
Under this wave’s influence—
All players felt a profound sense of inner peace and fulfillment unlike anything before.
It was as though they had returned to their warmest harbor; all fatigue, all troubles vanished in an instant.
Countless players, unable to control themselves, broke into silly, blissful smiles.
“So… so warm…”
“I feel like… I’ve returned to my mother’s embrace…”
“Mom! Mom!”
“Uuuhh, I want to go home…”
And the one struck hardest of all was the Dragon King Ignis.
As the wave washed over her massive, powerful draconic body, it trembled violently.
A warmth she had not felt in thousands of years wrapped around her very soul.
Before her eyes, uncontrollable images arose.
It was long, long ago, when she was still a hatchling.
She had snuck out of the dragon’s nest out of mischief and ended up injured, near death.
It was her mother, the Guardian Dragon Bahamut, who found her, who wrapped her tightly in her warm wings, licked her wounds, and poured her own life force into her.
That embrace had been so warm, so… reassuring.
Ever since her mother had fallen into slumber to protect the continent’s core, she had never felt that warmth again.
She had become violent, greedy, arming herself with endless treasures and power to fill the void of her heart… and her loneliness.
She thought she had long forgotten that feeling.
But now, that softest memory buried deep within her soul was awakened—by a human girl, with a single, simple syllable.
Ignis’s eyes reddened without warning.
Her golden pupils, always so domineering and prideful, grew misty with a crystalline sheen.
She gazed at the girl seated at the center of the stage, her face deathly pale, her body swaying as if she might collapse, yet still meeting her gaze calmly with those clear silver eyes.
And in that moment, the heart of the dragon, lonely for millennia, was utterly struck.
“Treasure…”
Ignis murmured, her voice carrying a tremor even she herself had not noticed.
“This is… the true… treasure…”