Lanchi, That Old Bastard, Was Finally Dead

At the abrupt croak of a frog, Li Ziran merely cast an impatient glance in its direction.

He was exhausted. The two sets of visceral modifications he had performed on Iron Hammer had nearly drained the last of his energy. He did not even have the strength to call Iron Hammer awake. After instructing the Corpse Witch to awaken him, Li Ziran leaned against the wall and fell into a deep sleep.

He had never slept so peacefully before. At that moment, it was as though the gods were watching over him. Beautiful dreams rose and shattered in his mind, only to rise anew.

At this particular moment, the feeling of drifting alone and destitute in another world seemed to have vanished.

He was no longer gasping for breath while being chased by wild dogs. It was as if a father were there to support Li Ziran.

"Master, where are you?"

His murmured dream words quietly echoed through the basement. Iron Hammer, who had been awakened, leaned silently against the operating table and watched Li Ziran sleeping in the corner.

Though he was asleep, Iron Hammer's eyes were still brimming with reverence. At this moment, he could sense two distinct voices within his body. One was the familiar flame; the other was utterly unfamiliar. Yet as his thoughts sank inward, threads of golden light began to gather across the surface of his body.

Golden Element.

No race understood this most miraculous of elements better than the dwarves.

His hands trembled. Ever since he was young, he had worshipped this power, yet he had never dared imagine that he himself could control it.

This was not merely an ability. It was also the symbol of the Dwarf Royal Family.

With the ability to sense Golden Element alone, he could gain the