The Problem Lies in the Flesh

God Descendant!

It might have sounded a little unbelievable. After all, this was a world of pure elements, the Elemental World, with no gods.

But Li Ziran happened to know that this was a legend unique to the Dwarf race.

Dwarves were short—everyone on the continent knew that—but exceptions existed even within this race. Through generation after generation of breeding, peculiar freaks would always emerge.

They were not obvious at birth, but as they grew older, their height would soar at a frightening pace. Once grown, they could even reach fifty times the size of an ordinary Dwarf.

Thus, the Dwarves specifically called them God Descendants, because such beings simply should not have belonged among Dwarves.

If it were merely their size, it would not have been all that remarkable. But every God Descendant's skin compressed the elements within their bodies, forming an insulator completely hostile to elements. With such a constitution, they were nearly immune to all magic. Combined with their immense frames and tremendous strength, they were absolute beasts of war on the battlefield.

Li Ziran had only read of such Dwarves in old records, and they were exceedingly rare in reality. He had never expected Iron Hammer to bring him one.

Now, he finally understood why Iron Hammer had been so confident about asking for a Golden Dwarf's heart.

"Li, what do you think of him?" Iron Hammer waited with a broad grin for Li Ziran's appraisal.

This was truly extraordinary.

It could not be priced at all. After all, it was a legendary species.

Legends inevitably contained some exaggeration. Only a careful examination could provide an answer.

His mental energy surged forth, sketching out a Transformation Spell. The Light of Transformation fell upon the enormous Dwarf, and something strange quickly occurred. The Transformation Spell that could