Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru - Chapter 137.2: The Neomia of Delusion Notes (Afterword, and the explanation of the setting)

Originally born from a wealthy family, she ends up leading a vagrant life for fifteen years. However, when she is eventually found by her family, she falls into another devious plot and eventually dies tragically.

“Primum non nocere.”

Jiulong Continent, ancient times had Nine Dragons!It is said that one who obtains a dragon can stand above billions of people; one who obtains nine dragons shall become the ruler of the continent!Young Yun Xiao, in an attempt to save a treacherous individual, suffers severe injuries to his meridians. However, he experiences an extraordinary twist of fate and rises from dire circumstances. He merges with the soul of the Dragon Sky War God and is reborn, thus beginning his own legendary tale of defying destiny.“Eh? Isn't this a parasitic wasp?”“Who says it is a parasitic wasp? Have you ever seen a golden parasitic wasp?”“Even if it is golden, it's still a parasitic wasp!”“No, it is a dragon!!!”

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.