There was never any shortage of people who thought alike in this world.
Especially not with so many people gathered at Fries Harbor, all connected by the same Morphogenetic Field.
Beside the Sacred Tree, on the roughly cleared patch of ground swept out by the lizard's tail, tons of food had been packed into buckets and carts, making the place look like a huge buffet party.
Things like fruit-flavored nutrient paste and premium pig, duck, cattle, and sheep feed were just the basics.
The stronger players had simply formed hunting parties and headed into level-fifty recommended zones to stock up, hauling over truckload after truckload of slaughtered Ironback Ants, armored beetles, and Titan worms.
According to information on the official website, the dragon lizard liked food that was "crispy."
It especially loved Ironback Ants that liked nesting in ruins!
Clearly, it was not just Squirtle, nor even just the Jungle Corps. Nearly every player gathered around wanted to become that dragon rider.
Faced with the mountain of food, the Three Old Turtles holding buckets of nutrient paste were dumbfounded.
"Holy shit?!"
"That's too much!"
"This is way too competitive, isn't it?!"
The Three Old Turtles were stunned, but the dragon lizard dozing at the roots of the Sacred Tree was delighted.
It had only taken a nap, yet when it opened its eyes, food had delivered itself right in front of it!
Thanks to the great Tree of Life for its blessing!
It was not the least bit reserved. Seeing that mountain of delicacies, it immediately rushed over without another word.
Its sloppy appearance looked exactly like a pig hearing the dinner bell, as it began wolfing down the Ironback Ants on the ground.
Its sweeping motion was like a bomber strafing the ground. It not only tore up the