"Bye Vai
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!The last dragon guest said, flying away under the noon sun. “Great bragging day!”
"Of course it's mine!" Winkle replied, making his next of kin the only remaining dragon. "Ah, you're leaving?"
"I don't want to leave my treasure unattended for a long time," Ge
ialissime replied, his mate Blightswamp beside him. "You know how many greedy guys live in my neighborhood. You don't eat them for a year and then they forget about the food chain."
"Uncle Winkel, Uncle Winkel!" Julie could hardly stay where she was. "Can I build a nest nearby? I want to be a great adventurer like you!"
"Julie, there's a huge flying city full of delicious fairies and demons that's mine now," Winkle replied, happy to have company. "I'd love to have you settle there!"
"Great!" Julie squealed with joy. "I will take my treasure there!"
"This is the most bragging day of the century," ge
alissime congratulates Vai
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. "I can't wait to test my new magic on my cows!"
"Wait for my new works in the next century!" Vai
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said, though he won't stop bragging about his great discovery anytime soon.
"The discovery of this system is of great significance to my princess research!" Blightbog said, carrying the child of Genialissim on his back. "If nobles can evolve into emperors, then this could be how noble ladies become princesses! If I could figure out how it works..."
"My dear, I think some of nature's mysteries are better left unanswered," Ge
ialissime replied, obviously in a philosophical mood.
The deaths of the three princesses made Winkel feel very sad. After the elven wizard released them from the crystal, they saw two hundred dragons and screamed. It took King Roland of Manling twenty minutes to calm them down. Winkle had asked the Manlings to take them home in his princess bag, but they took them away on horses instead. Long blames it on a culture clash.
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Suddenly wondering if his [Dynasty] privileges would allow him to create and cultivate a collection of princesses.
…
No, that would be too easy.
He only goes to the elves to buy things.
Winkle waved to his family as they took to the sky, officially ending his party on a satisfying note.
Congratulations! Because you were the powerful emperor, you gained the right to Ishfa
ia monsters and gain new honors as a monster lord, you are in [Empe
o
] obtained a level in [Kaise
] obtained two levels!
You gain [Imperial Authority] and [Evil Secret] career buffs!
+60 hp, +10 sp, +3 st
, +3 vit, +2 ski, +2 agi, +2 i
t, +3 cha, +2 lack!
[Imperial Power]: Reduces the enemy's dodge by 20%.
[Malicious Secret]: Divination Spells and Pe
k Attempts to determine your message automatically fail unless they succeed on the opponent's Charisma check.
Winkle was delighted to hear the news. Crest works!
Of course, like after every bragging day, the entire area looked like something from the aftermath of a volcanic disaster. Not a house was left unturned, not a sheep left alive. "Minions!" Winkle ordered, and kobold rangers, elves, mimics, and other servants rushed to his side. "The party's over!"
"Your Majesty." Kobold Hong bowed, and others followed suit. “How do we serve?”
"Where is Manlin Victor?" Winkle asked, preparing to call his trusted companion to his side.
"I think I saw the chief with a girl," Bone Blue replied. "But all the humanoids look the same, so I can't tell which one it is."
Ah! Finally!
Fankle resisted the urge to summon his minions, at least until he dropped his eggs on a valuable stock. This will be his only day off this year. "Then you, the kobold rangers, will be responsible for leading the minions in the following tasks."
"Kobold rangers are born to serve, Your Majesty the Dragon!" the rangers posed, imitating Ju
io
shouted happily behind them.
Fankel immediately began distributing orders. "Red Cavalry, bring me Manling Charlene and ask her to arrange tasks for me!" The vacation is over, now it's time to work! My vault is going to be filled with gold again! Ranger Pi
k, you are going to write a new "Hoarding War" chronicle about the defeat of the Moth King Mau
e story. It will be named "The Return of the Dragon" and will be distributed to every household so that everyone can learn about my great deeds. "
"My work will never compare with His Majesty's achievements, but I will try my best!"
"Black Ranger, call for Trooper Jules and ask him to lift up all the servants who have died in the line of duty. If death does not end Manlin Victor's service, then I will not refuse to let my The other servants enjoy this pleasure. The rest..."
Winkle pointed a paw at the ravaged village. "Clean this place up!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" they sang together, and immediately ran to work.
Winkle watched his servants go about their merry work, hauling away bodies and repairing houses. His eyes turned to his volcano, then to the desert that was now his. How many treasures lie dormant under the sand? How many coins cry alone, wishing that he would take them to his vault? His adventures make him realize that before he met Manlin Victor, he was always thinking narrow. Now, he must look further.
Soon the entire country would be his gold hoard. Everyone will know his name and the false news of his death will eventually be forgotten!
Come to think of it, Fankel never punished the thieves who dared to lie about killing him. With the bragging day over, he could finally focus on finding them.
Then they eat them and take away their livestock.
"Uh..." Victor woke up, his eyelids heavy. His mortal enemy, natural light, attacks him relentlessly. "my head……"
He was extremely drunk after last night's disaster. Due to his red dragon life force, he needs a lot of alcohol to keep going, but he has managed to overcome it.
Victor finally opened his eyes, his mind was blurry. His back and neck ached terribly, and his eyes struggled to adjust to the light.
What happened? He remembered the dragons discovered the system, Kia because of the whole "soul Nethe
ma
t" thing made him angry and taught Sav and Jules to play Bee
Po
g, ask Alliso
How can he become Cybele, dwarf fight, in C
oissa
t admitted when he was drunk that he gave Cha
le
e feeds cake to make her fat and comfort her after dinner...
Victor's eyes flew open.
As his eyes adjusted to the light, Victor realized he was in a strange, dingy bedroom, sharing a bed with someone else. The owner did not keep the room clean and he could see fleas jumping around on the floor.
Werewolves have fleas.
The seeds of doubt slowly grew in Victor's heart. He slowly lifted the blanket, trying to peek at the person sleeping under the blanket.
Please God, nothing but chocolate. Kia, Allison
, Isabelle Mau
e, even Pi
k
ge
; Anyone can do it except her.
Thank goodness it's not chocolate.
"My head..." Apparently, Charlene drank as much as he did. "Well!……"
Victor sighed in relief before realizing he was comforting her in more ways than one.
He glanced over to the bed and saw a fully clothed croissant lying on the floor snoring, a bottle in one hand and Victor's scythe in the other. "He used me to scratch his back," Furibang complained, sounding sad. "Scratch his back..."
Victor blinked at this sight; his eyes turned to Charlene, then back to Croissant, and finally back to Charlene, who looked back at him.
"It's embarrassing," Victor said.
Charlene glanced at Croissant with an angry sneer. "He wanted to fatten me up for dinner," she said, "and he deserved it."
He forgot how petty she was when it came to revenge. "So, um..."
"I still don't like you." Charlene thought for a while. "You're nice, but I still don't like you."
Numbers "Then why?"
"You tricked me on the dragon."
"No, but is there?"
"So I screwed you."
…
All right.
His life is strange.
There was a knock on the door, and Charlene immediately hid under the blanket and pretended to be asleep; the office manager put on his pants, and then the impatient Allison walked into the room. "Ah, Vic, you're done," Allison said, glancing at the sleeping figure on the bed. "First of all, let me say that I'm glad you took to heart the lessons I taught you about worshiping Cybele."
"Yeah, I figured I should worry about my afterlife as soon as possible."
"Second, I..." She stopped and stopped talking when she saw the croissant lying on the ground asleep.
"It's not what it seems at all," Victor insisted.
Allison said nothing and then showed him a coffin. "I brought you ice and healing potions for the breeding outside. I hope we have enough money."
"Breeding line?" Did he hear that correctly? His head was heavy.
"Yes, the line outside the house."
What on earth had he done last night? In the throes of a hangover, Victor looked out his bedroom window. There was a line of people waiting in front of the house, mostly women of various ages.
More than a hundred! “How did this happen?”
"Yes, last night you loudly said that you wanted to have children, there is no one in the village, and you are the second most powerful person in the 'Empire'," Allison rolled her eyes at the word. "You do the math yourself."
impossible. Too good to be true, so not true. There are definitely traps.
He examined the line carefully, and it confirmed his fears.
Most were werewolves in human form, but half of them didn't look human at all. Furry gnomes, kobolds, mimics, festering ghouls... "How many?" Victor asked worriedly.
"Ever since you told them you met their god, who made you his prophet, and ordered the banishment of family pets, the entire cult of Moon People wants your genes. Plus a few natives and kobolds, these imitators The reader seems to be fascinated by your 'treasure of swords'..."
At that moment, Victor realized that “it’s possible to have too much of a good thing.”
A terrible thought flashed through his mind. "Who's first?" he asked.
Allison didn't smile.
No.
Oh God, don't...
"Bah-bah-bah..." Her voice came from behind the door.
Victor immediately tried to escape by jumping out of the window.
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Likewise, his new dragon wings prevent him from passing.
"This world sucks!" he complained, trying desperately to squeeze through.
"In your case," Allison said, then pushed at his back to help him escape, "there's probably more than one way."
"You stupid guy!" Kia pointed his sword at the cursed building. "Why can't I destroy this place?"
"This is a free trade zone where the Happy Kingdom invests with the full support of the Emperor," replied the insect demon Malfesant, who along with the other demons protected Niedermatt. "We're totally legal here!"
"This is immoral!" the knight complained in disgust. "I will not purge Ishfania of Moore's friends and let someone else take it over!"
"Miss Kia, this is a completely normal result of a free market economy," the devil replied with a hint of smugness. "Nature hates a vacuum. We're just filling the market's needs."
"We will too." A beam of light fell from the sky, and a blond angel appeared next to Kia.
"Honey?" Kia recognized this angel from the moment she entered heaven, when she was just beginning her adventurous life. "Hi Miel, are you done with your internship?"
"Good morning, Miss Kia. In fact, I am now a full-fledged Paradise consultant. I must inform you that you should upgrade your subscription to Paradise+. For your sake."
Angel. Well intentioned, but very strong.
"Look at that," the bug demon's tone turned vicious. "A man in search of redemption. Let me guess, your subscriptions are down again. Are you here to learn from that better multi-plane company?"
"These are donations, they have been donated!" replied Miel, who became angry at the sight of the devil. “In fact, I came to find a new climate—new believers!”
“Prospect?! This is our market! We start from Mau
eHellco
po
ated took it away, now it’s our turn to establish a monopoly!”
"Because it's a 'free market economy,' as you sly sales devil says, and the top brass wants to invest there," Mill replied, showing the devil a contract. "I have the authorization from the minister himself!"
"You...you can't take away our market share!" Malfaisa
t protested, much to Kia's delight.
"The goddess, Shesha, has also expressed her intention to invest in New Ishfania, as has the Church of the Terrible Trio," the angel answered. "If you're afraid of our competition, wait until they come."
Malfaisan turned to his friend the bodyguard. "Inform shareholders," he ordered. "Lower our prices like an emperor does to his enemies!"
"Is this what I thought it was?" Kia Motors asked as it reared its ugly head at the sight of the large painting.
"This land is ruled by greedy monsters. There are no taxes, no regulations, and complete freedom of religion." Honey Xiang nodded. "Ishfania will soon become a haven for the chaos of mortals and non-humans. Now that Mr. Dalton has opened up the market after breaking Moore's monopoly, we in heaven can finally bring it to everyone It’s bright.”
Kia rolled her eyes at the sight of Heaven and what it was doing, but Mir didn't look. They are better than other options, but…
"Since I can't hurt that demon in the way of a paladin, otherwise I will lose my diplomatic immunity, so I am going to Mauria." The knight decided. "Moore still has some followers who need to be kicked out of the downstairs."
"You have the trust of the emperor and ministers, so we hope you can convince them to take the right path." Miel winked at Kia, just like in the commercial. "Everyone needs a shoulder angel."
Ah, politics again.
Kia wasn't complaining because she had a feeling things were going to get really interesting...
"All the dragons present formed their own class."
After hearing her words, his body temperature dropped sharply. The red-eyed carnivorous trees in the dark forest stared at her hungrily, ready to obey their master's command and tear her limbs to pieces.
Lucy LaVey, leader of the Night Blades and vampire criminal mastermind, remained calm and continued her report.
"I destroyed the envelope of Hell's Gate as you requested, but the dragon tore apart Moore's army, leaving it devastated. With Gadmani's support, Winkle claimed Ishfania as his . Most guests follow his example and decide to become adventurers."
"Why don't you assassinate the dragon's main minions before attacking?" her mistress pointed out, a hint of anger in her voice. The situation is far out of control.
"You didn't ask," Lucy replied. "You ordered me to destroy the seal. No more, no less. Besides, it won't stick."
Eventually, Lucy becomes a mercenary who hides some laundered gold in Winkle's castle. You can't mess with your bank.
Lucy's mistress, the erstwhile Mel Odius - who she was called when she lied about being human - sits on her cursed throne of black wood, her face Made of stone. Her eyes were fixed on Lucy, her fingers clutching the apple of knowledge. Not there, but there, as if she were a ghost.
The eyes are the windows of the soul. But Mel Odius didn't. There was neither pity nor praise in her eyes; they only promised destruction. Lucy believed that if pure, refined evil existed in the world, it would look exactly like that woman.
Lucie works for the Black Woman so she can walk in the sun and learn her ancient magic, but she has no reason to be overzealous. She knew that the ancestors hated all other life, and that a criminal would not be foolish enough to think that she would be forgiven once her usefulness was over.
The fairy clasped her hands together, thoughtfully. "This is outrageous," she said. "I wanted to avoid getting the dragon involved, but there was nothing I could do."
Lucy said nothing, waiting for the hostess to elaborate. As usual, she didn't do this and kept her cards close to her chest.
"You're fired," Mel Odius announced. "Keep an eye on Wink and Gadmani until I require...other services from you."
This is how Mel Odius works, creating chaos in the shadows without directly participating. She bestows knowledge on Maul, hoping that he and Gadmani will kill each other, leaving only the victor of the former. In a way, she solves Ishfania's problem by creating a bigger problem.
"My teacher," Lucy nodded and began to recite a teleportation spell. Before disappearing, she caught a glimpse of Mel Odius's great stone door behind her throne, which contained the greatest and most secret treasure.
The door to that strange world called Earth...
