"Sun, raise up the dust of the desert …"
"You seem to be able to have fun wherever you go."
"Tsk, the Chaos Abyss is such a damned place. I'm happy being poor."
Although I said the appropriate lines, the scene before me really made me happy being poor.
This was already the second week since I left the Snake God's mortal plane. However, I missed that damp and dark swamp.
This was the complete opposite of the Death Swamp. This was a golden desert. The sky was blue, and the ground was golden. Every time I stepped on the sand, it would sink. No matter where I went, everything would be the same color. It was as if there was nothing here apart from white clouds and endless yellow sand.
I wanted to ask Voka for that dragon bone, but he was quite free and easy. He didn't even ask why we wanted it and directly gave it to us.
I didn't need to carry out my original plan to steal it. I didn't need to offend the Snake God, so I now had another enemy who wanted to kill me. I heaved a sigh of relief. Little Red, however, was quite regretful.
It would seem that she had been cooped up for far too long. Now that she didn't have to act like a dignified elder, she directly degenerated into a naughty child.
But when I thought about it, it was only natural that Voka didn't care about dragon bones.
He didn't have that Dragons's heart as a key, nor did he have any intentions of learning undead magic. These dragon bones were probably nothing more than decorations to him. And if his negotiations with the Hades Gods went well, it was likely that he would have to move away. In that case, rather than tossing these clumsy and useless items away, he might as well give them to us as a favor.
"System, how much longer will she need? Won't she fail?"
[Considering her accumulation, the probability of her failing is less than 1% …]
I became even more nervous when I heard this. Even the silly cat couldn't bear to watch anymore.
"Ein Mezus isn't a jinx like you. A 1% failure rate is a 100% failure rate. Stop being so nervous. If you get involved, you might drag down her luck stat. That would truly be a tragedy. "
Actually, I couldn't be blamed for being overly nervous. Dragons' power levels were all quite strange to begin with. I had heard of even the most ridiculous ones, but I had never seen anything as strange as Little Red's.
It was said that the Carving Skin Dragon had to carve magic runes on all the skin on its body. It was said that the most perfect ritual was to take the skin of a powerful prey and sew it on its own body. Not to mention that it was a huge project, just thinking about it was painful. It was no wonder that they were super resistant to beatings. It was possible that their pain nerves had been damaged during the ritual.
The Blood Berserk Dragons wanted to give up on their wings, and in that case, they would have to chop them off. I heard that their wings were the most sensitive parts of their bodies, comparable to certain vital parts of a human's body … Cough, don't worry about how I knew about the most sensitive parts of Dragons. At any rate, I didn't really understand this ritual. It was said that the Dragons who went through this ritual would greatly increase their speed, and they would come and go like the wind. Their claws and teeth would become as sharp as swords, and they would be able to create a hole with every stab … Could this be the Dragons' version of the Sunflower Manual?!
If these two conditions were still within the realm of understanding, then the requirement for the Dragon of Conservation to advance to the next rank was to devour all of his treasures and swear to give up all of his personal property. This was even more incomprehensible. Even if you wanted to abandon your personal property, you shouldn't do it this way. You just have to abandon your personal property. Isn't it enough for you to swallow all of your treasures? Aren't you afraid of gastric prolapse and indigestion? Even if you don't want them, you can just give them to me!
Perhaps Little Red's advancement ritual wouldn't be too ridiculous because of these strange precedents.
Right now, I had an additional backpack in my luggage. Inside the backpack was a dark-green dragon egg with red spots. After Little Red confirmed her advancement, she actually returned to her dragon egg!
It was evident that Little Red was currently incredibly weak. This was probably the weakest she had ever been in her entire life. I felt a tremendous amount of pressure on me. If I accidentally dropped my dragon egg, Little Red probably wouldn't forgive me even if she became a ghost.
"Pressure? Who was the one who buried your egg in the sand just now? See if the rumors about the desert being able to turn an egg into a fried egg are true or not? "
The silly cat's comment didn't give me any pressure at all. I was just testing out the rumors. It wasn't like I was actually going to cook the egg … Right, it was said that griffins laid eggs as well. In that case, vulture demons as well. My imagination ran wild as I looked at the vulture demons circling above my head.
"Saliva, saliva! It's just that I haven't eaten in three days. Is there really a need to be like this?"
Yes, I was quite hungry, so hungry that I was about to faint.
It wasn't that we didn't bring enough food with us. It was that after we left the Snake God's mortal plane, not only did we throw away all of our food, we even burned all of our clothes.
The reason? Just the Poison God's reputation alone made me unhesitatingly throw away all of my daily necessities, especially anything that could possibly enter my mouth.
This wasn't just because I didn't trust Voka enough. It was also because Voka was the Poison God's Divine Kingdom. Perhaps many things would be harmless in his Divine Kingdom, but the mere existence of the Concept of Poison would be enough to destroy an entire country.
This was not a lie to scare people, but a statement of experience learned from painful lessons in the past. Food brought from the Kingdom of the Dead was a deadly poison, and gold brought from the Kingdom of Heaven was excrement and poisonous snakes. All these fables and myths were based on the original.
Many things in a Divine Kingdom were part of a Divine Concept. The "Concept" of an Order God's Divine Kingdom would be purer, which also meant that it would be more dangerous. I had just left the Snake God's Divine Kingdom, so I didn't want to die in such an embarrassing manner like food poisoning.
"Little Red has had a stomachache for two days now. I'm no thick-skinned Dragons. The poison that made her feel uncomfortable might actually be fatal to me."
"… Are you certain that she didn't have indigestion because she thought that she ate one meal for an entire year?"
What Harloys said made far too much sense!
"Cough, cough, let's talk about the present. Where should we go to find some food …"
I hadn't been impulsive to throw away food and supplies. As a veteran adventurer, I was confident that I could find food anywhere. Even in a lava hell, I would be able to catch fire snakes or fire tortoises to eat. However, the prerequisite was that I had to find something that could move.
On the way here, I only saw sand. I also tasted a flock of demon vultures circling above us, waiting to eat rotting meat. The rotting meat's stench and parasites made it impossible for me to swallow them. However, no matter how disgusting a rotting meat was, it probably wouldn't taste so bad if it was still an egg.
Finally, I drooled as I looked at the demon vultures above me. Perhaps I should catch one and interrogate it to see how many eggs it had … er, how many people it had in its family.
"Um, as a senior mage teacher, it's my duty to remind you, as an acolyte, that there's a special list in Demonology. Vulture demons and demon vultures are two different types of creatures. Vulture demons can be seen in the mortal plane, and are a special type of magical beast. Vulture demons are a type of demon's unique evolution. Although they're scavengers, they're still demons …"
Alright then, I did my best to think with my brain instead of my stomach for several seconds. Finally, I understood what Harloys meant.
"So much nonsense. So it turns out that demon vultures don't lay eggs …"
I looked at Harloys in disappointment. As she was a half-undead and a magical pet, she was completely capable of absorbing mana to feed on herself. Double the mana consumption was another reason why I was so hungry. I became even more dazed as I watched Harloys proudly act like a scholar.
"Right, don't they all say cat eggs and dog eggs? Harloys, you know how to lay eggs, right …?"
I looked at Harloys with even more anticipation and love in my eyes. Perhaps it was because I had never treated her so gently before, but she suddenly became nervous …
"Did you forget about our soul connection? You want to eat slime elf soup? Don't even think about it! "
And then, the cat instantly grew wings and flew away.
"I'm so hungry …"
The next instant, my stomach once again took over control of my brain, and my trembling hand reached for the fried egg on my back … er, I meant dragon egg!
"It'll be fine to eat two bites, just two bites …"
[No, it'll definitely be fine. Don't suddenly change into a novel type!]
I was so hungry that my mind was hazy. Was it my System that was commenting on me, or was it my little remaining conscience?
Just as I was struggling internally, Harloys's delighted voice entered my mind.
"Roland, there's a lone food up ahead … cough, I mean, you've led me astray. There's an adventurer who's met with misfortune!"
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