Forward Planning
"...Mr. Am, blegh blegh blegh!"
Spitting out sand, Tyrant Dragon Brother vigorously wiped his hair. Before him stretched a dark-red desert, while the red-black radiance in the distance shone across heaven and earth like lasers.
It took the bewildered Tyrant Dragon Brother more than ten seconds to accept one fact—he had succeeded!
Although the process had been completely different from what he had planned—the White Baldy had somehow activated the treasure box's ability in a daze—but who cared about that? The result was what mattered, wasn't it?!
—There's no Dead Baldy here! No Dead Baldy! No Dead Baldy!
"Even the air is sweet. The taste of freedom..." Tyrant Dragon Brother took a deep breath!
Damn it, no one was muttering nonsense in his ear, no one was forcing him to do good deeds, he didn't have to sleep and wake early, and he didn't have to secretly suppress his urges. He could find twenty older women at once, fight ten, and play with ten!!
"Ha ha ha ha ha!!!!"
Overcome with delight, Tyrant Dragon Brother shot into the sky and threw his head back laughing... But before he could laugh for long, he suddenly froze and noticed something wrong.
"What the hell? Why is the spiritual power consumption here..."
—So fast!
—Almost several times that of Azure!
Not only was the spiritual power in the air chaotic, but it also seemed to contain some kind of foul stench... Yes, a foul stench, like fish soup that had been left out for a whole day and night—fishy and sour!
Could it simply be because of the region?
Tyrant Dragon Brother frowned, but the little doubt in his heart was clearly no match for the joy brought by freedom.
"When White Baldy opened the treasure box, it seemed to shine