“Help me, help me…”
ShatteredCrown rolled down the slope, but this guy was quite agile, scrambling back up in a flurry of panic.
“No more dragon slaying?” Orson stifled a laugh, while ShatteredCrown shook his head like a rattle drum, “Next time! Definitely next time.”
Empress of the Moon: “The Flame Dragon lying on top of the corpse doesn’t seem that strong. Is there a chance to strike?”
Orson nodded upon hearing this. One of the two The Flame Dragons had a smaller body, suggesting it was a young dragon still far from its peak.
[The Flame Dragon·Greedy Hoarder: Level 50]
[The Flame Dragon’s Nest Master’s Youngest]
[Domain Lord Class Creature]
[HP: 50,000,000]
[Attack: 9,000]
[Skills: ???]
Even in its youth, this 50-level dragon’s attributes were not much worse than those of an aged Frost Dragon. Especially considering The Flame Dragon’s reputation for unparalleled attack power, even a basic claw swipe was enough to take down most frontline players at their current level.
The so-called dragon’s lair was constructed from fossilized rib bones of some ancient behemoth, towering over a thousand meters high. It looked extremely magnificent, and even The Flame Dragon standing on top of them appeared tiny in comparison.
“Leviathan Beast Fossils?”
Orson thought back to the Titan creature he had seen on the Savage Frontier. Only such terrifying, sky-devouring beings could leave behind such colossal remains.
Of course, Leviathan wasn’t a term for a single species; it referred to a whole category of enormous creatures in the Infinite Dimensions universe.
But Orson didn’t think creatures like The Flame Dragon, a lesser dragon, could have slain so many Leviathan beasts. After all, these monsters were often raised by the Titan race as livestock or battle beasts, far too powerful to be taken down by dragons of such a low tier.
Orson squinted, looking at the other Flame Dragon standing on top of the lair.
[The Flame Dragon·Gluttonous Devourer]
[The Flame Dragon’s Nest Master’s Eldest Daughter]
[Domain Lord Class Creature]
[HP: 80,000,000]
[Attack: 12,000]
[Skills: ???]
Empress: “The quest item is inside the dragon’s lair. We can’t enter without avoiding these two Flame Dragons.”
Chef: “I agree. The quest hint says there might be another path to the lair.”
“Right, let’s take another route. We’ll come back and deal with these two spicy dragon snacks when I awaken for the second time.”
ShatteredCrown quickly agreed, worried that Orson might push him into the real firepit.
“I think…”
Orson thought for a moment, then said, “We could take down these two little dragons one by one.”
“Huh? Big brother, with their attributes, does it really matter whether we fight them together or one by one?” Empress said with a bitter smile.
BlackStockings rolled her eyes and turned away, haughtily saying, “Don’t mistake an occasional win for a habit. The Frost Dragon you killed was likely done with the instance mechanics. Without those mechanics, if we fight, it’s a death sentence.”
“Mechanics-based killing… more or less,” Orson smiled faintly, then turned to Empress, who was preparing to find another way down the mountain. He said, “Would you like to keep a Flame Dragon as a mount?”
Empress froze and looked at Orson in disbelief, laughing: “Don’t tease me! As far as I know, most of the candidates for dragon riders haven’t even gotten a single dragon scale, let alone a mount.”
“When have I ever teased you during our cooperation?” Orson looked calmly at everyone.
ShatteredCrown opened his mouth in shock. “What the hell, Master, are you serious? Killing two dragons at once?”
Thinking about it, every plan Orgod mentioned had come to fruition: leading them to level up in The King Family, crushing Dragon’s Kiss Guild in the fortress wars, and even SSR.
Orson smiled and looked at Chef. “The Infinite Dimensions system does have mechanics-based kills/plot kills. However, each instance has a perfect way to clear it, but that requires exceptional insight.”
BlackStockings sarcastically made a gesture, “Go ahead, we’ll wait for you to revive. But whatever drops, we get.”
ShatteredCrown shot a glare at the chef. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”
“People are saying that my Master was killed by a dragon rider, but look, he still has a red name and hasn’t died. I trust him; in my heart, he’s like Emperor Qin Shi Huang!”
“Fine, you’re not one to talk nonsense. I vote for an all-out attack!” Empress said, her eyes flashing. She knew Orson’s character well.
“Let’s do it! Let’s do it!”
ShatteredCrown screamed excitedly, turning on his video recording function, ready to capture Master’s flashy moves.
“What’s going on here?”
Everyone froze. Orson reached out to both guild leaders and grinned, “Recently, my guild has been preparing for a big battle, but we’re short on funds. I’d like to make a deal—let’s have a friendly wager.”
“A wager?”
“You want to gamble with our money?”
ShatteredCrown and the others exchanged looks. Orson’s grin didn’t fade. “I’ll set the terms, and you put up the stakes. Seems reasonable, right?”
“How much?” Empress rolled her eyes.
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“The more, the better. At least two hundred thousand gold.” Orson smiled.
“Two hundred thousand?! Two hundred million… do you think I run a bank?” Empress gasped. If she got scammed, how could she explain it to the wealthy shareholders in her guild?
“Not a problem!”
ShatteredCrown quickly considered it without hesitation, and submitted the trade request.
BlackStockings: “Are you trying to make your mark in the history of getting scammed in games? Go ahead, young master.”
ShatteredCrown ignored BlackStockings, fully trusting Orson.
He transferred 500,000 gold to Orson and added, “If this isn’t enough, I’ll send someone to the guild warehouse to get more.”
“That’s enough.”
Looking at how easily ShatteredCrown was convinced, Orson didn’t even know what to say. If it had been any other player, they’d have logged off and disappeared with this huge sum of money.
“Trust me, riding dragons or slaying them, it’s your choice.”
“If you don’t trust me, then forget it.”
Empress of the Moon didn’t have ShatteredCrown’s financial confidence. After calling her guild shareholders several times, she managed to scrape together 200,000 gold to give Orson.
Empress, blushing, said, “If you scam me, I… I’ll show up at your house to sleep tomorrow!”
“You’re welcome to, but I’m afraid my house is full right now. Maybe next time,” Orson said, his mouth curling into a sly smile.
Wait.
Is this the traditional Chaos Sect talent? Spreading money around?
Orson couldn’t help but picture that old bastard Flame Fosset in his mind.
Once the gold was in hand, Orson began his plan. He opened his inventory.
Clink, clink, clink…
He started throwing coins.
A lot of coins.
Everyone gasped as thousands of coins fell to the ground.
“What are you doing? Throwing all this money on the ground? What if other players see it?” Empress asked, confused.
ShatteredCrown: “You think he just wants to see tens of thousands of gold on the ground? I’ve done this many times.”
“Showing off again on social media? So tacky,” BlackStockings sneered.
Orson ignored the chatter, continuing to throw coins with his huge money pouch. He scattered coins every 500 meters, using Earthquake to bury the coins under the ground.
Each coin pile varied in size.
After more than an hour of work, there were “treasures” hidden throughout a ten-kilometer radius around the dragon’s lair.
“What is this even for? Digging for gold will take forever… What a waste of time.” ShatteredCrown frowned, still not understanding what his Master was doing.
“The official description says that lower-tier dragons are greedy, cruel, and lustful… basically a collection of human negative emotions,” Empress raised an eyebrow, finally realizing what Orson might be up to.
Orson extended the treasure trove beyond the instance, piling up even more gold.
BlackStockings: “Are you planning to wait until we’re killed and then let Godslayer’s team come and dig everything up? If so, you have no taste, Orgod.”
“You talk too much. You’re wasting a god-level crafting class,” Orson shook his head lightly.
“You’re the one wasting it…”
BlackStockings gritted her teeth, about to argue back, but Orson suddenly changed his expression and summoned the Mirror of Folding.
The range doubled
, from five kilometers to ten kilometers.
Through the mirror, Orson locked onto The Flame Dragon·Greedy Hoarder.
A Chaos Magic Ball shot through the mirror, landing squarely on the greedy dragon’s head.
Boom!
Critical Hit -2,500!
Dragon’s Blood Unit Damage Bonus +100%!
Damage +2,500!
Burn -4,000!
Damage +4,000!
The dragon roared angrily, its beastly eyes scanning the sky for the cowardly attacker.
Empress stared at the combat log, gasping, “That damage is terrifying… The Flame Dragon has a high resistance to burn damage, yet it still lost almost 20,000 health!”
BlackStockings: “So what if the damage is high? This is a flying domain lord with 50 million HP! If it comes after us, we’re dead!”
“What if it doesn’t come after us?” Orson said quietly.
BlackStockings froze, then realized with disbelief that the huge red dot on the map had only moved a short distance before stopping completely.
In the Mirror of Folding, the greedy dragon had flown into the air, but hesitated, its dragon vision now seeing piles of golden treasure all around it.
Was this a dream?
Treasure!
Unimaginable wealth lay right before its eyes!