The feeling of fullness brought not laziness, but an urgent motivation to store more fuel for the coming harsh winter and construction.
Balthazar’s massive dragon head lifted from the half-hollowed abdominal cavity of the old Triceratops, dark red blood plasma dripping down his jaw onto the muddy grass.
He did not linger; his wings spread suddenly, kicking up a strong current of air, and his massive body soared into the air amidst a spray of mud, once again reigning over this artificial prehistoric jungle.
This time, his radar—those sharp vertical pupils and his unique [Mineral Vein Perception]—were activated simultaneously.
In this primitive world filled with green, finding “metal” was no more difficult than finding prey.
The traces of human arrogance—where they had once acted against heaven, played God, and then committed more mistakes while trying to tame this artificial nature—were visible everywhere.
Soon, on the edge of a valley covered in vines, his sensory nerves for metal captured an unusual magnetic field reaction.
Balthazar folded his wings and plummeted there like a black meteor.
It was a long-abandoned off-road tour vehicle, overturned on the side of the road.
Eroded by time, the car’s paint had peeled off, revealing the rusty alloy frame underneath.
But for Balthazar, this was like finding high-purity chocolate in a salad.
“Crack.”
His dragon claws easily tore open the deformed car door, as effortlessly as opening a soda can.
He picked out a relatively intact hood with his claw tip, and the scent of modern industrial alloy remaining on it made him snort in satisfaction.
[This is dessert.]
He was in no rush to consume it; instead, he held the huge metal plate in his mouth like a bone, dismantled it along with the axle and chassis into several large pieces, and kept them as extra supplies.
Just as he was preparing to return to the “morgue” with this metal junk, a disturbance deep in the jungle caught his attention.
It was not the sound of natural hunting.
There were no roars, no fierce chases, only a creepy, silent slaughter that felt like the Grim Reaper whispering in one’s ear.
Balthazar landed on top of a huge redwood tree, concealing his aura, his dark golden vertical pupils locking onto an open area several hundred meters below through the layers of leaves.
There, a white ghost was feeding.
It was a white giant beast, even larger and more slender than him.
It had the massive jaws of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, the sharp claws of a Velociraptor, and its back was covered in irregular bony armor.
At this moment, it was pinning down an adult Ankylosaurus.
That armored tank, known for its defense—which even a Tyrannosaurus Rex struggled to pierce—was now like a broken doll, being torn open in an extremely cruel way by the white monster: flipped over directly, with its soft belly ripped open by its front claws.
What made Balthazar feel a hint of vigilance was not its strength, but its camouflage.
Just a moment ago, if not for the scream of that ankylosaur, he would have thought there was only a cluster of white bushes there.
The monster’s skin could actually blend perfectly into the surrounding environment like a chameleon.
“Is this… that ‘Indominus’?”
Indominus Rex, a techno-stitched monster dinosaur created by humanity in this world—a white nightmare that, in its adult form, measures about 15 meters in length, 6.7 meters in height, and weighs about 15 tons.
Clearly, in this world where Balthazar had arrived, this pale death god had not been killed but had instead thrived in the wild until reaching adulthood.
And Balthazar mentally labeled this potential opponent as [High Risk].
The white monster seemed to have sensed the gaze from the sky; it suddenly raised its head, its orange eyes, filled with intelligence and madness, staring straight at the direction where Balthazar was hiding.
But Balthazar did not give it the chance to lock eyes.
He knew what his current task was.
While the white monster was still hesitating whether to give up the delicious meal at its mouth for an unknown voyeur, Balthazar had already glided away silently.
For the next two hours, this jungle welcomed a true black terror.
He did not engage with apex predators like the Indominus Rex again, but instead locked his targets onto those plentiful and filling herbivorous dinosaurs.
A giant Parasaurolophus drinking water by the river hadn’t even managed to sound an alarm before its spine was snapped by dragon claws descending from the sky.
Two Stegosaurus, attempting to fight back with their tail spikes, were reduced to two headless corpses under the crushing weight of absolute power.
When the last trace of the setting sun’s glow was swallowed by thick rain clouds, the riverside meadow that originally belonged to the Triceratops herd had turned into a slaughterhouse.
In addition to the two Triceratops from the beginning, a Parasaurolophus, two Stegosaurus, and half a crushed off-road vehicle were piled up here.
The rich scent of blood attracted countless small Dilophosaurus and Compsognathus; they poked their heads around the edge of the jungle, but in front of the mountain of flesh occupied by the dark iron-colored dragon, not one dared to take a single step across the line.
Balthazar stood atop that pile of flesh and metal, which had a total weight exceeding twenty tons, as cold rain washed the bloodstains from his scales.
“Task… accomplished.”
As soon as Balthazar finished speaking, a blinding flash of pale lightning instantly illuminated the dim jungle as bright as day, followed immediately by deafening thunder, as if the sky itself were collapsing at that moment.
In that fleeting moment of light and shadow, the massive black dragon wings slammed against the air, and the swirling airflow, mixed with rain, kicked up a layer of mud from the ground.
Balthazar’s massive body rose into the air, lifted by this force.
The moment he left the ground, the mountain of dinosaur corpses jolted—not because of air pressure, but because something heavy and invisible had just attempted to launch a surprise attack by stepping on these corpses, only to miss.
The heavy foot slammed hard against the stiff abdomen of a Stegosaurus, emitting a dull thud.
The Ferro-Dragon, hovering in mid-air, did not rush to fly higher.
Instead, it lowered its head, its slit pupils, burning with a dark red light, piercing through the rain curtain and locking firmly onto the void below that seemed empty.
“Under… the dragon’s… perception…”
It was a sound like two rusty iron plates rubbing against each other—hoarse, low, and carrying a heavy majesty that did not belong to this world.
“Even in… a rainy night… you cannot… hide…”
As this sentence, which sounded like a verdict, fell, the void below, where only rain had been falling, suddenly underwent a bizarre distortion.
Just like a watercolor painting being washed away by rain, the “camouflage” that had originally perfectly blended with the colors of the surrounding soil, leaves, and bloodstains began to rapidly peel away from that massive silhouette.
First, a row of jagged, pale fangs resembling tombstones in a graveyard appeared, followed by a back covered in spikes, and finally, a long and powerful tail.
In less than two seconds, the ghost that had previously been nothing more than a silhouette completely transformed into a tangible nightmare.
Indominus Rex.
It stood atop the pile of corpses, its grayish-white skin appearing exceptionally pale under the lightning, and its orange eyes, filled with intelligence and madness, did not betray a hint of panic at being discovered.
On the contrary, its huge head tilted slightly to one side, as if examining a novel toy, and a series of “clucking” low laughs emanated from deep within its throat.
The sound seemed like the chirping of some bird, yet also like some twisted human laughter.
It did not rush to roar, but slowly opened its massive mouth, capable of swallowing a human whole, and a pink tongue licked the rain from the tip of its nose.
Following that, it performed an action that no pure beast could ever make.
It raised its foreclaws, which possessed long fingers and opposable thumbs, made a grasping motion at the void toward Balthazar in the sky, and then slowly, and extremely provocatively, curled its fingers, leaving only one sharp claw pointing at the ground.
“ROAR——!!!”
The next second, that hair-raising silence was shredded by a roar filled with a metallic quality.
This hybrid monster, which combined the strength of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, the agility of a Velociraptor, the camouflage of a cuttlefish, and the cunning of a human, suddenly lowered its body.
The astonishing muscle groups in its hind legs tensed instantly, crushing the chest cavity of the Parasaurolophus corpse beneath its feet.
It was declaring war on the ruler of the sky before it.
Balthazar, without a word, landed a short distance away, then faced the man-made monster not far off.
It was impossible for a dragon to face such a distinct and naked provocation without making any response.
“My name… is Balthazar!”
The torrential night sky was forcibly torn apart by that ancient and obscure roar, and the water molecules that had been drifting disorderly in the air seemed to be frozen by some invisible force field for an instant.
“BOOM——!!!”
Accompanied by the release of his true name, a visible, translucent ripple spread rapidly in all directions with Balthazar at its center.
This was the unique mental pressure belonging to a high-ranking creature; even the falling raindrops were shattered by this blast of air, turning into a sky full of white mist.
It was also at this moment that Balthazar’s various stats were enhanced.
Strength: 20 (Buff +2) Agility: 10 (Buff +2) Stamina: 23 (Buff +2) Intelligence: 9 (Buff +1) Perception: 12 (Buff +2)
And the orange pupils of the Indominus Rex, which was preparing to counterattack, suddenly contracted to the size of pinpricks.
Its muscles, which had originally been taut like steel cables, exhibited an extremely slight, uncontrollable stiffness in that instant.
That was the instinctive fear of an apex predator, engraved deep within the genes of all living things; even though it was a genetically mixed freak, it could not completely exempt itself from this [Tremor] originating from the soul level.
In that split-second opening, the black dragon shadow moved.
The dark iron-colored giant claws shattered the muddy water, and Balthazar’s massive body, like a solid cannonball leaving the barrel, lunged straight at the chest of the Indominus Rex with kinetic energy sufficient to smash through city walls.
The Indominus Rex let out an angry roar, forcibly overcoming that momentary stiffness, and opened its massive mouth, capable of swallowing half an adult, to bite down fiercely at the incoming black shadow.
However, the expected collision did not occur.
In the milliseconds before the two were about to collide, the dragon wings on Balthazar’s back snapped open to their limit, and a powerful airflow exploded within this narrow space.
Leveraging the inertia of the charge and the flapping of his wings, his multi-ton body incredibly defied the laws of gravity, carving a bizarre upward arc in mid-air.
“SNAP!”
The Indominus Rex’s massive mouth bit into empty air, and the violent collision of its upper and lower jaws produced a teeth-grinding, crisp sound.
Immediately after, it felt a burning, tearing pain in its flank.
In the moment he passed by, Balthazar’s retracted hind claws, like a red-hot iron plow, precisely and cruelly plowed three deep, bone-exposing bloody grooves into the thick, grayish-white skin of the Indominus Rex.
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But this was not the end.
“BANG——!!!”
Just as the Indominus Rex was trying to turn its head to bite back due to the pain, a thick dragon tail covered in black crystal bone spurs, carrying a terrifying whistling sound like a swung sledgehammer, whipped fiercely against the back of its head.
This was a solid, critical hit.
The massive body of the Indominus Rex was knocked into a sudden stumble forward, its chin slamming heavily into the ground, splashing up a large amount of mud.
It let out a grunt filled with pain and humiliation, its entire head dazed by the strike, and its limbs carved deep furrows into the earth before it barely managed to stop its momentum, preventing it from being beaten down directly like the old Triceratops from earlier.
It shook its head, flinging off the mud and dizziness from its crown.
When it raised its head again, the playfulness and composure in those orange eyes were gone, replaced by a pure, frenzied killing intent like a volcanic eruption.
It was injured.
This was the first time it had bled since its birth.
“ROAR——!!!”
The Indominus Rex let out a shrill roar toward the sky; the three wounds on its flank were still bleeding, but it did not care at all.
It stared fixedly at the black figure circling in the sky, its hind leg muscles bulging, and it began to run through the jungle at an unprecedented speed, leaping off a tree trunk for leverage, attempting to jump into the air and drag Balthazar down.
And when the Indominus Rex leaped into the air, Balthazar moved once more.
That thick dragon tail, covered in black crystal bone spurs, acted like a battering ram, carving a perfect black arc through the torrential rain, carrying the sound of wind and thunder, and whipped solidly against the Indominus Rex’s pale face, which had just been raised.
“BANG——!!!”
A sound of flesh colliding, extremely dull and heavy, even drowned out the thunder in the sky.
The massive body of the Indominus Rex in the air was like a baseball hit for a home run, its original ferocious pouncing posture instantly disintegrating.
Accompanied by the crisp sound of neck bones dislocating and countless splashes of saliva and blood, this ten-ton white giant beast lost its balance and fell heavily back to the ground.
Worse yet, its landing spot was a narrow gap between two thousand-year-old redwoods.
The huge inertia made it like a wedge, forcing it straight into the space between the two tree trunks, which were as thick as iron towers.
Bark cracked, wood chips flew, and its wide hip bones and the spikes on its back were stuck fast in the tree trunks.
Its limbs hung in the air, clawing wildly, but no matter how it roared or struggled, apart from causing the trees to shake violently and drop more leaves, it was unable to move at all for the time being.
“Hoo…”
A heavy wind pressure descended.
Balthazar folded his wings, and his dark iron-colored steel body landed lightly on a huge rock just a few meters from the tip of the Indominus Rex’s nose.
His sharp dragon claws gripped the rock, emitting a teeth-grinding friction sound.
He did not press the advantage to bite the opponent’s exposed throat, but instead slowly lowered his head.
Those dark golden slit pupils narrowed slightly, carrying a pickiness and contempt like an artist examining a failed work, and through the pouring rain, he stared at the hybrid monster before him, which was still twisting frantically and letting out angry screams.
Rainwater slid down his ferocious dragon horns, dripping onto his slightly opened mouth.
“Is this… what…”
The vocal organs in Balthazar’s throat vibrated; every syllable was as rough as if polished by sandpaper, but that did not hinder the flow of the high-ranking pressure originating from deep within his bloodline.
He extended his tongue, nonchalantly licking away a drop of the opponent’s blood that had stained his snout, and then disgustedly exhaled a puff of hot air smelling of sulfur.
“…the so-called… Indominus?”
He tilted his head, seemingly waiting for the opponent’s answer, but the only response was the Indominus Rex’s even more hysterical, impotent rage.
“Too… ugly.”
That was a pure rejection of this genetically pieced-together freak.
Balthazar raised a foreclaw, his fingertips grazing the trunks of the two redwoods that had trapped the opponent, leaving a deep charred mark, as if reinforcing this temporary cage.
His eyes were terrifyingly calm, as if looking at a mouse caught in a mousetrap.
“No… dignity.”
“Only… madness.”
The moment the last two words were uttered, he slammed his wings open, and the dragon might on his body erupted again, pressing down on the immobilized opponent like a great mountain, causing its roar to be forcefully stuck in its throat.
The torrential rain poured down, and mud splashed everywhere.
Balthazar opened his mouth, revealing his fangs, and at the moment he was about to rush up to taste the fruits of victory, something stabbed out from the shadows on the side without warning.
“SNAP——!!!”
A teeth-grinding sound of metal friction exploded in the torrential rain.
Balthazar felt his vision shake violently; the prey he had locked onto vanished from his field of view, replaced by a purple-gray lower jaw, full of wrinkles and scars, right in front of his face.
The six-ton bite force took effect instantly.
Intense pain followed.
Although the [Steel Dragon Scales] blocked most of the lethal piercing damage, the terrifying bite force, sufficient to instantly crush a small car, still caused his neck muscles to emit a groan of being overwhelmed.
Only then did Balthazar see the full appearance of this attacker.
It was a ten-meter-long Indominus Rex, smaller in size compared to the pale Indominus Rex, but with tighter muscles and more sinister eyes.
Its skin color was darker, with a sickly purple-gray hue.
Because the torrential rain and the massive commotion caused by the 15-meter-long Indominus Rex had diverted Balthazar’s attention, Balthazar had failed to notice this attacker.
The suffocating sensation of having his throat bitten and the sudden, intense pain did not cause this young tyrant to fall into panic; instead, it instantly ignited the most violent powder keg within his bloodline.
His pupils turned so red in that instant that they almost seemed to drip blood.
Without any hesitation, the wings on Balthazar’s back snapped open to their limit, and the broad wing membranes emitted a “bang” in the torrential rain.
Powerful airflow, mixed with the explosive muscular strength of the dragon, forced his massive body to pull upward and to the side.
“RIP——”
Accompanied by a teeth-gritting sound of metal grinding and a few flying black scales, Balthazar used brute force to break free from that deadly throat lock.
Several deep tooth marks remained on his neck, oozing dark red, scalding hot dragon blood that hissed as it dripped into the muddy water.
He flapped his wings, rapidly ascending to a low altitude of thirty meters.
The cold rain washed over his wounds, bringing waves of stinging pain, but this only made his mind clearer than ever before.
He circled in the air, looking down at the hellish scene below.
The Indominus Rex that had originally been stuck had now taken advantage of the chaos to break free from its restraints.
Although it stumbled, its flank still bleeding, the fear in its eyes had been replaced by the ecstasy of reinforcements arriving.
And beside it, the other, leaner but more muscular Indominus Rex was staring intently at Balthazar, its eyes gleaming with greed.
Two of them.
In the “Jurassic World” movie, only one Indominus Rex appeared, yet here there were two.
[Is this… the diversity of a parallel world?]
“…”
Balthazar hovered in mid-air, his chest heaving violently.
The wound on his throat throbbed with pain.
Reason told him that facing two opponents of this caliber, retreating was the safest choice.
He held an absolute advantage in the air.
As long as he flew away and left this world with the loot he had already secured, nothing could stop him.
But…
Run away?
In front of two soulless test subjects?
An uncontrollable rage pumped from his heart, flowing through his veins to his entire body, finally gathering in the special organ deep in his throat.
It was something hotter than hunger, a flame that could not be extinguished even in the torrential rain.
Balthazar slowly lowered his head, his vertical pupils, now completely transformed into the fire of a red lotus, staring fixedly at the two white beasts roaring at the sky below.
An ominous dark red glow began to light up deep in his throat.
The surrounding air began to distort due to the high temperature, and even the falling raindrops were vaporized the instant they touched his snout.
“Judgment…”
That was not just a simple flame.
As the dark red light deep in Balthazar’s throat reached its critical point, the electric charges in the surrounding space began to converge on him frantically, and blue electric arcs crawled over his scales.
This was the destructive energy unique to the Ferro-Dragon race, released after the metallic elements they consumed underwent a fusion reaction within their bodies.
The Main God’s prompt appeared right on cue:
[[Molten Iron Ray Lv1]: Spews a plasma jet mixed with high-voltage current and molten metal ions, with additional high-temperature penetration, paralysis, and EMP effects.]
Accompanied by a roar that seemed to tear the sky apart, Balthazar lunged his head forward, and an incredibly dazzling torrent erupted from his mouth.
It was a red and black beam mixed with liquid high-temperature molten iron and violent lightning.
It ignored air resistance and the torrential rain, like a sword of execution cast down by a god, piercing straight through heaven and earth, blasting toward the two Indominus Rex below that had realized something was wrong and were trying to scatter and flee.
“Sizzle—Boom!!!”
In that instant, time seemed to stand still.
Bearing the brunt of it was the ten-meter-long Indominus Rex that had ambushed Balthazar and looked agile.
It didn’t even have time to wail before the terrifying Molten Iron Ray completely engulfed it.
Under the dual baptism of high temperature capable of liquefying metal and high-voltage current, its tough skin instantly carbonized and disintegrated, and the water inside its body was evaporated within a fraction of a second.
Just like an ant thrown into a steel furnace, this ten-ton behemoth turned into a pitch-black, crispy, smoldering charred statue in the blink of an eye, and then turned into flying dust in the shockwave.
As for the larger Indominus Rex, which had already exchanged several blows with Balthazar, it tried to dodge sideways, but burdened by its wounds and the speed of the breath attack, it too failed to escape the reaper’s scythe.
The beam swept across its upper body.
Without any resistance, its head and thick neck simply vanished into that red and black beam of light.
The cross-section was instantly sintered and sealed, presenting a strange vitrified texture.
Its massive headless body continued to charge forward in a running posture for a few steps before crashing to the ground, kicking up a spray of burning mud and water.
The forest boiled.
Despite the torrential rain, the terrifying heat still ignited everything around it.
The towering redwood trees turned into huge torches, and the water accumulated on the ground was instantly boiled.
White steam mixed with thick black smoke to form a small mushroom cloud that shot straight into the sky.
In this apocalyptic scene, Balthazar hovered in mid-air, his huge wings flapping slowly, buoyed by the hot air currents.
His dark iron-colored chest armor had turned red from the full-power dragon breath just now.
Wisps of white smoke rose from his throat, and a few dancing electric arcs still remained at the corners of his mouth.
The once hideous neck wound had stopped bleeding and scabbed over under the high heat.
Balthazar felt the exhaustion in his body as if he had been drained, but immediately after, a more violent and purer pleasure filled his soul.
That was the pleasure of being an absolute overlord.
“Roar!!!”
Balthazar suddenly raised his head and let out the loudest and most unbridled dragon roar since he descended into this world, facing the thunderous sky.
In the distant jungle, the dinosaurs that had originally hidden out of fear were now fleeing even more frantically in the direction away from here.
Whether it was a Triceratops, a Stegosaurus, or a real Tyrannosaurus Rex, they all understood one fact at this moment.
A new king had been born.
And it was a tyrant who controlled thunder and fire.
Balthazar ignored the dinosaurs around him that were trembling with fear.
He threw the corpse of the largest former overlord, which had the most remains left, like trash next to the pile of prey that had already piled up like a mountain, and then whispered one sentence.
“Return.”
As the confirmation command fell in his mind, the cold and mechanical voice of the Main God sounded in his head.
[Mission Complete: Jurassic World]
[Settling…]
[Biomass Obtained: 38.5 tons (Exceeded Expectations)]
[Special Kill: Indominus Rex (Hybrid Genetic Extreme Individual)]
[Reward Distribution: 1000 (Due to exceeding expectations) + 3000 (Two Boss-level individuals killed) = 4000 Exchange Points]
[(Boss Kill) Special Draw: Skill – Chameleon Factor -> Upgrade -> Skill: Optical Camouflage (C+ Rank)]
[Teleportation Starting.]
The surrounding jungle scene, pouring with rain, began to twist and stretch, and the colors faded away into streamers of light.
The next second, the scent of damp soil was replaced by dry, cold air with a sulfurous smell.
“Hum—”
In the Kuroinu World, inside the cave on the mountainside of the Black Mountains near the Dark Elves’ homeland of Nidavellir, which Balthazar had named the [Iron Imperial Palace], the air seemed to tremble as if struck by a heavy hammer.
At the entrance of the originally empty cave, a mountain of meat emitting a strong smell of blood and a wild aura suddenly appeared out of thin air.
Kral, who was hungry and commanding his tribesmen to clear rubble, was so frightened by this sudden turn of events that he sat on the ground, and the iron pickaxe in his hand clattered to the floor.
The Kobolds who were busy just a moment ago instantly exploded into chaos, but upon seeing the black giant shadow coiled beside the mountain of meat, their terror instantly turned into fanatical worship.
Their Dragon Emperor had returned with a miracle.
“My… servants.”
Balthazar’s deep voice, like grinding rocks, echoed in the cave, shaking loose rocks from the ceiling.
He lay beside that pile of food, enough to feed these impoverished creatures for years, his dark red vertical pupils scanning the lowly figures below.
“One… half.”
He extended his sharp claws and drew a deep dividing line on the mountain of meat, pushing aside meat chunks including several Parasaurolophus and parts of a Triceratops to one side.
“Yours.”
“Cheep! Woof! Great, great Dragon Emperor! Praise your mercy! This is a feast bestowed by the gods!”
Kral was trembling with excitement, scrambling to the front and kowtowing frantically to Balthazar, while the other Kobolds also let out almost crazy cheers.
Balthazar ignored their revelry, turned his head, opened his huge mouth, and began his own meal.
This time, he did not chew slowly.
Whether it was the tough hybrid muscle of the Indominus Rex or the wreckage of the jeep with only the chassis and engine left, everything was easily torn apart and chewed up by his grinder-like teeth.
“Crunch… Sizzle…”
The harsh sound of metal being chewed and twisted intertwined with the crisp sound of bones breaking.
The engine block of the jeep was instantly decomposed in his throat by the acidic liquid of [Metal Digestion], turning into a pure torrent of iron elements, rapidly repairing his previously damaged scales and bones.
Those flying-off Ferro-Dragon scales regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The newly grown scales were even thicker than before, and their edges faintly emitted a chilling, ghostly light.
Half an hour later, the mountain of meat and metal trash that belonged to him had completely disappeared, leaving only bloodstains all over the ground.
The sleepiness brought by satiety hit him like a tide, but he forced his eyelids open and looked at Kral, who was leading his tribesmen to frantically transport the meat chunks.
“Deliver… food.”
He pointed to a piece of the most tender dinosaur tenderloin that was still being processed over there, and then pointed to the inside of the cave where Olga and the others were.
“Give… to Olga… and… Chloe.”
Subsequently, a glint flashed in his vertical pupils, staring at Kral’s old face, which was distorted by excitement.
“Go find… more.”
“The… same… race… wandering… outside.”
“Tell… them.”
Balthazar’s voice became lower and lower, carrying an unquestionable declaration of hegemony.
“I… protect… them.”
“Like… private… property.”
“Let… them… come.”
Kral was stunned for a moment, and then the fanaticism in its eyes became even more intense.
It understood what this meant—this tyrant not only provided food but also protection.
In this chaotic world, this meant survival.
“Yes! Yes! I will also let all the lowly guys know the master’s glory!”
Balthazar snorted with satisfaction.
Finally, he closed his eyes and connected to the Main God in his consciousness.
[Exchange: Medium Survival Supply Pack (Vegetables/Fruits/Clean Water/Vitamin Combination) x 10 sets (30 days’ supply)]
[Cost: 500 points]
“Clatter—”
A large pile of green vegetables, bright fruits, and boxes of bottled water, which could be considered luxuries in this war-torn Kuroinu World, appeared out of thin air at the entrance of the stone room, piled as high as a small hill.
These things were just snacks for Balthazar at this moment, but for Olga and Chloe, and even the entire Kobold tribe, they were the key to maintaining health and life.
After doing all this, the taste of victory, composed of the fatigue of evolution and the satisfaction of satiety, completely overwhelmed him.
Balthazar moved his limbs with difficulty, curled up his huge body in the deepest part he loved, and his black dragon wings covered him like an iron curtain.
Amidst the lingering smell of blood, he fell into a deep sleep.