Oter

Bai Xiaodu flipped through it absentmindedly, barely recognizing a few words.

Something about "long live glory..."

It was written very briefly, and the layout of the lines looked highly rhythmic.

What was this thing used for?

Frowning, Bai Xiaodu continued to fiddle with it. He quickly discovered that it was like an electronic screen, and swiping with a gesture brought up a settings interface.

The settings targeted numbers 1 to 300, with each number corresponding to a small cloaked figure.

Bai Xiaodu immediately checked his own black robe and indeed found a number written on it: No. 137.

With a soft hum, as his finger tapped his cloak's number, a passage of text immediately surfaced in Bai Xiaodu's mind.

Then, his mouth actually began to chant it haltingly, completely out of his control!

He only managed to stop after he had completely finished chanting the words on the tablet.

Shit! Sensing an ominous premonition, Bai Xiaodu cursed inwardly.

Because he was extremely unproficient, even with the forced chanting, he could only stammer out the syllables.

This made the entire process incredibly painful for him.

That wasn't all. The moment it ended, an overwhelming exhaustion washed over his brain.

His vision suddenly went black. It took a full half-minute before Bai Xiaodu, leaning against the blood-stained desk, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and managed to recover.

At this moment, his status bar showed that he had lost a full 15% of his HP.

This thing forced devotees to consume mental strength to chant hymns!

Accidentally touching an item and losing so much HP made Bai Xiaodu quite angry.

Without hesitation, he backed out to the main menu and deleted all the original text in one go.

“Motherfucker, trying to force me to chant... Don't you know I hate forced love the most?”

As everyone knows, unless one comes from a traditional academic background, when learning a new language, the first things they usually memorize are the curse words.

Bai Xiaodu was no exception.

He rapidly typed in a few swear words, threw in some references to relatives, and then copied and pasted them repeatedly.

After typing about half as much as the original text, Bai Xiaodu still felt unsatisfied, so he simply connected with Lingxin.

He planned to bring the Dragon God some local specialties from Earth.

【Xiaobai: Sister Lingxin, how do you say “direct,” “chopsticks,” “stir,” and “cement” in the spell system?】

A reply came quickly from the other side, first sending over a few spell words, followed by an inquiry filled with a hint of pleasant surprise.

She seemingly hadn't expected Bai Xiaodu to survive this long in the first place.

【Lingxin: Xiaobai, how are things on your end? My side shows that your status is still good.

You should have passed the initial task by now, right? Did you get the supervisor's approval?】

Bai Xiaodu glanced guiltily at the half-headed corpse lying on the floor beside him, then quickly straightened his expression.

【Xiaobai: Of course, Sister Lingxin. The supervisor kept praising me the whole way. I've already hit it off with him—he even gave me the keys.】

【Lingxin: That's wonderful! It went much smoother than I expected. Xiaobai is the smartest little fox!

By the way, can you tell me what you need those words for...】

Bai Xiaodu quickly sent a polite refusal in response.

He definitely couldn't talk about this!

Ending the call, Bai Xiaodu put down the tablet and maliciously set a scheduled send time.

Prayers? Let the Dragon God slowly enjoy this himself.

Resting his chin in his hand, his next step was to figure out how to safely get from the office to the top floor to rescue Lingxin.

Her strength was unquestionable, but that dragon beast was still a massive threat to him.

If he just went to unlock the cage with the key and that dragon beast happened to return, they would be wiped out instantly.

This was indeed a problem...

What was that sound?

His two fox ears twitched slightly.

His enhanced Perception attribute was still powerful.

Bai Xiaodu keenly sensed that something was approaching.

Outside the window was a gloomy, overcast sky, and a dull, heavy sound was drawing closer.

This massive sound of rushing wind...

The dragon beast?!

That dragon beast was currently flying straight toward this office!

What was going on?

This dungeon was so low-level that it didn't even have a single transcendent. How could the beast have such a powerful life-and-death perception skill?

Cursing inwardly, Bai Xiaodu forced himself to calm down.

It was highly likely he was overthinking. Perhaps his luck was just terrible, and the dragon beast was visiting for some random reason.

But the office at this moment was extremely chaotic due to the fight.

Blood stained the floor everywhere, and the documents on the desk were in complete disarray.

The supervisor's corpse, with only half a head remaining, still lay there in a particularly gruesome state.

Bai Xiaodu was close to a breakdown. Even a total idiot could tell something was wrong here!

...

Oter was in an excellent mood.

His identity as a dragon beast species had brought him power far exceeding that of ordinary species, but it also brought him the disdain and servitude of pure-blood dragons.

If he were one of those foolish white or black dragon beasts, perhaps he would have accepted his lot in life and been content with the status quo.

But he just so happened to be of gold dragon descent.

The wisdom and pride flowing in his bloodline refused to let him degrade himself like this.

Because of the limitations of his dragon beast bloodline, Dragon Tongue magic was simply too obscure and difficult to comprehend. He had initially grown disheartened after trying.

Unexpectedly, it was those weak little bugs who had carved out another path!

A new Pathway where one could learn spells simply by drawing patterns!

Heaven knew how pleasantly surprised Oter had been at the time.

Without hesitation, before the war even ended, he had taken the initiative to conquer a small human settlement and began his plans.

After learning about the Mage Emperor's ascension ceremony, Oter quickly devised a plan to trap a magic apprentice of the same rank by torturing human children.

But the opponent was not weak, and he had some reservations.

For safety's sake, Oter occupied this library and imprisoned a large group of talented humans.

They chanted hymns to the Dragon Father day and night for him, seeking the blessing and protection of his power.

Following a high-level prayer ritual he had once witnessed with his own eyes, he had made these humans chant for a full forty-nine days, and tonight was the final time.

As far as Oter knew, this final prayer was of paramount importance.

Even if the Dragon God did not deign to cast his gaze down, at the very least, it would draw some grace from his followers.

Just thinking about it filled this dragon with excitement.

Oter's massive body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

But during this patrol of his territory, he sensed that something was slightly off.

Why was there the sound of fighting on the third floor?

Oter immediately became alert. Living there was the most talented individual he had painstakingly selected from among the humans, and the key figure helping him plan the prayer ritual.

No matter what, nothing could go wrong with him.

With that in mind, Oter folded his wings, his streamlined body slicing through the clouds as he flew rapidly toward the towering, gloomy outer wall of the library.

Hearing that the sound of fighting was still ongoing... Oter couldn't help but accelerate, boisterously bursting through the air resistance.

It didn't matter much if that human died, but if it interrupted his ritual...

Oter's face grew increasingly hideous and terrifying, his sharp fangs protruding one by one.

Stopping abruptly, the terrifying wind pressure generated by his massive body caused the wall to shudder.

Then, facing the only gap in the wall, Oter slowly poked his dragon head inside.

A golden, cold, and emotionless beastly eye appeared silently.

Completely taking the place of the window.