Whose space was this?
And who possessed such ability?
Almost everyone was asking. To establish such a Derivative Space on the outskirts of Triangle City, its owner was certainly no ordinary figure.
Some beings began whispering among themselves. Some even recorded the images of the women directly, using projection technology to transmit them to Human Race city-states everywhere.
The projection boards that had just been set up were quickly filled with women of every kind of beauty, and within each city-state, their projections appeared as well.
In almost an instant, this became the hottest topic among all beings.
The Human Race possessed advanced information-transmission technology. Such a scandal could spread across the entire continent in mere minutes.
Those ordinary commoners who had lived plain lives could finally feast their eyes for free.
Many had never once seen beauties of this caliber in their entire lives.
Yet now there were women of every charm and a thousand graceful poses. Even their gazes rippled with autumn waves, truly peerless temptations.
Some Human Race mages could no longer endure it. Unwilling to let this scandal spread further, they ignored the Black Dragon and flew toward the passageway. But the moment they passed over the Black Dragon's head, Dragon Flame engulfed them, turning them into frogs and sheep that fell to the ground.
They were the ones enjoying themselves now, having landed among the women where they could look even more closely.
But all they could make were croaking sounds.
No one dared move again. Clearly, the Black Dragon did not want anyone interfering. Its sharp dragon claw crashed down onto the second Teleportation Gate with a thunderous boom.
In an instant, golden liquid gushed out. That terrifying energy made everyone jump in fright. The flood of energy was like a dam bursting.
Gold.