After a bout of busy work, Old Lunse buried small chunks of magic stone in the long cultivation trough one by one, then sighed again.
"Three successful Fighters have all been tainted by a trace of the Nightmare World's aura..." Old Lunse said.
Ruger curled his lip, unconcerned. Aisijin, Big Silly Hum, and the big-eating Zhizhi often shared Layden's roasted meat and stews, and had long since been tainted by the Nightmare World's aura. There was even some black-and-white python meat from their last share stored away in his Abyss Bedroom space, too precious to eat.
In some respects, dragonblood kobolds were still formidable—or rather, dragon blood could work miracles on lowly creatures like them, turning decay into magic. Even if it was only a trace of bloodline and did not make them especially powerful, its existence still granted them remarkably tenacious adaptability.
They had no Nightmare organs, and consuming creations from the Nightmare World caused them no discomfort whatsoever.
As the saying went, sturdy and durable, with bodies that could withstand being tossed around again and again.
"The three of them, like ordinary Fighters advancing, received an all-around improvement after drinking the potion. They became stronger, and their aura more ferocious. Aside from that," Old Lunse said, "one became drowsy. That First Ring Wizard and I used a spell array to observe the changes in his body. While asleep, he continuously grew stronger by imperceptible degrees. But according to his account after waking, it seemed to be because he kept fighting in his dreams, defeating all manner of bizarre mushrooms... The other two were not drowsy. Even when we fed them sleeping potions and put them to sleep, they never dreamed of any mushrooms..."
"One of them gained a spell-like ability, though I don't think it is of much