What Did Zane Do to You?

"Ah wah wah wah."

The air echoed with the sounds of Fudolin's language center malfunctioning, along with her mother's loud chewing.

"Oh my god!" Lu Lu Wo, who rushed over, saw this heartbreaking scene and couldn't help but cover her eyes and let out a helpless cry.

The onlookers seemed to have anticipated this outcome; some shook their heads and sighed, others couldn't help but laugh, and still others forced themselves to suppress their emotions with straight faces.

It truly reflects the myriad aspects of human life.

Being stared at by so many eyes was no less than a public execution for Fudolin, the only Floating Island Dragonkin who remained rational.

No, this is much more painful than public execution; it's the ultimate humiliation, the ultimate humiliation!

"Smack!"

Fudolin's knees buckled and she knelt on the ground, staring at the scene before her that she could never have imagined in her entire life, her eyes becoming empty and blank.

"It should have been a heart-wrenching reunion between mother and daughter, so why did things turn out like this?" Leon rubbed his eyes, wishing he was seeing things.

However, that's not the case. His eyes are perfectly healthy, and he can see everything very clearly.

Therefore, Leon's gaze shifted when he saw the Zane Dungeon, which had transformed the Floating Island Dragonkin into this form, and then became filled with awe.

Just like when he first came into contact with the Zane Dungeon!

In just this short time, the Berserk Dragon had devoured the huge cake, leaving it bulging with cheeks. It was a far cry from its previous intellectual and mature demeanor; its persona had completely collapsed.

The reason she took on human form is because a human's small mouth can be easily filled with food, a super sense of satisfaction that a dragon's body can hardly enjoy.

"Please give me a bite, please!"

"Look at me, look at me, Elder Nati, give me some too!"

"You can't be so selfish as a dragon!"

Seeing that the cake was almost gone, the remaining dragon let out a mournful howl.

It was through their roars that people learned the Berserk Dragon's real Nati Nadi. Come to think of it, even the nickname "Berserk Dragon" was given to them by humans; they've never acknowledged it.

"That little girl looks so pitiful, her eyes look like they're about to break. Should we go and help her?" the guards stationed here discussed after receiving the order.

"We must wait for orders from our superiors. No matter how foolish or innocent they may appear, they are still the demonic dragon that destroyed the Imperial Capital. We cannot act rashly," the guard captain said.

The news of the Demonic Dragon Plague has spread and is no longer a secret, after all, even E'luo and Xiduo, as well as so many other dragons, have been infected.

As for how they recovered from the infection, most dragons chose to remain silent, their faces contorted with pain whenever they recalled that memory.

The Berserk Dragon seem to have eradicated the plague, but who can guarantee their current attitude towards this place?

Not to mention that they destroyed the Imperial Capital in their madness, which raises a classic question: can the bad things done under the control of the plague be attributed to the controlled person?

There's still no answer to this question.

E'luo and Xiduo are on their way; the guards just need to wait for them to arrive and handle the situation.

The scene was shrouded in an eerie atmosphere. The crowd of onlookers and guards, who were engaged in heated discussions, and the Floating Island Dragonkin, who lay motionless in place, formed two completely different worlds, each doing their own thing.

Lu Lu Wo couldn't stand it anymore and was about to step forward to pull Fudolin back to prevent her from becoming the object of everyone's attention, but at that moment, Fudolin, as if refusing to believe it, grabbed Nati's shoulder and shook her, saying:

"Mom, stop eating! What's wrong with you? Why are you like this?!"

The mother she remembered was definitely gentler, more considerate, and more authoritative!

"Um?"

Nati turned to look at her, blinked her light blue eyes, and stuck out her tongue to lick the cream stuck to her palm, like a cat licking its paws.

Her appearance possessed a natural allure, yet her eyes sparkled with an innocent light, creating a striking contrast.

Fudolin suffocated.

Who is this? Who is this? What is this creature that smells exactly like my mother but has a completely different personality?!

"What did that underground city do to you? Tell me quickly, I, I will definitely heal you!" she shouted, clinging to her last hope.

What did that underground city do to you?

The moment those words reached Nati's ears, she had just finished licking the last bit of cream clean.

Her delicate body trembled violently, all her emotions vanished, leaving her shivering in place like a little white rabbit cornered by a hunter with nowhere to escape, her expression filled with terror in that instant.

"Mom?" Fudolin sensed something was wrong and was about to ask more, but at that moment, the onlookers shouted, "Don't ask! Don't ask anymore!"

It's too late.

The question, "What did that dungeon do to you?" reached the ears of all the Floating Island Dragonkin present.

Their reactions were remarkably similar: they trembled instantly just like Nati, even at roughly the same frequency, causing the ground to shake as well.

The next second, Nati covered her face with her hands and let out a silent scream, as if she had recalled some hellish memory, and her expression became distorted. The dragon next to her had the exact same reaction!

For a moment, they seemed to be turning to the dark side!

"Quick, quick, give them this to eat!"

The guards stationed nearby immediately rushed over, scattering handfuls of various foods, which landed precisely in the mouths of the silently screaming dragons.

Seeing this, Fudolin grabbed a handful of food and stuffed it into her mother's mouth.

Something amazing happened.

The dragons, having found food, were like crying babies suddenly sucking on a pacifier.

She stopped crying and making a fuss, and her eyes suddenly became clear.

Then they all lay down on the spot, chewing their food with happy expressions. To keep these guys calm, the guards walked among the hundreds of dragons and scattered food like farmers sowing seeds.

The scene before me makes the dragons seem like domesticated pets.

No, pets sometimes have sudden fits of madness, and as long as they have something to eat, they can lie down even longer than a dog.

"It seems they encountered something terrible in the dungeon, and the painful memories overwhelm them, so they can only relieve the pain by indulging in food."

A kind-hearted guard explained it to Fudolin in this way.

"Oh"

Fudolin nodded, her eyes vacant, as if she knew nothing of the world.

Her long-awaited reunion with her daughter has been completely ruined.

I'm afraid I'll remember today's scene whenever I have nightmares in the future.

In the end, Lu Lu Wo came up and dragged Fudolin, who was so confused that her brain had shut down, away, so that she wouldn't have to stay there and continue to be stimulated.

When she was dragged away, Nati seemed to recognize her, but as soon as she regained normal cognition, she was reminded of the hellish memories and had to continue to numb herself by eating.

"To be honest, the way they eat really scares me," said one onlooker, echoing the sentiments of many.

Before long, the two clan leaders, E'luo and Xiduo, arrived and directed their people to move the Floating Island Dragonkin to the "Dragon Prison" that had been specially built for them.

The two of them quickly grasped the current situation, and even seemed to have some idea about Nati and the others' so-called "hellish memories," looking at Nati with sympathy.

They were already traumatized by the beating they received from Baylor, so what about these dragons who spent a week in the Zane Dungeon?

E'luo thought that if he were Baylor, he would probably beat these guys so badly that he would be traumatized by it.

But while we may sympathize, we must still handle this officially.

With an average of two Quadrupedal Dragons or four Bipedal Dragon carrying one Floating Island Dragonkin, it took an entire day to move all these super-heavy creatures into the prison.

The dragons responsible for carrying the loads were exhausted, and even after eating the Happiny, they were almost too weak to recover.

Nati and the others didn't cause any trouble at all; they were well-behaved as long as they had something to eat.

Perhaps eating is also a way for them to cope with painful memories.

There are countless opinions among the people regarding these dragons, but the official stance of the Warrior Country is still undecided and will be decided based on Nati and the others' response.

So, until Nati and the others regain their senses, they will be locked up in the dungeon and not allowed to come and go freely. Then again, it seems they won't be able to move.

Many skilled mental healers came to practice on the Floating Island Dragonkin, trying their best to treat their mental state, but with little success, and could only rely on time to heal them.

Fudolin visits her people every day and witnesses the gradual change in their mental state.

Week 1.

"Mom, I'm here."

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"This is the cake I brought."

"Whoosh whoo..."

Week 2.

"Mom, I'm here again."

"."

"This is the cake I brought."

"Good daughter, good daughter, good daughter!"

After two weeks of treatment, Nati was able to recognize Fudolin briefly.

However, when Fudolin came to visit again in the third week, her mother's attitude became cold again, and she didn't even look at her.

"What did you do?" Lu Lu Wo, who came with her, couldn't help but ask.

Fudolin chuckled and scratched her face, saying:

"I thought it wasn't healthy for her to eat cake all the time, so I changed the gift I brought for her visit to carrots. I didn't expect her to react like this, just like a little kid."

Now it was Lu Lu Wo's turn to be speechless.

Week 3, Week 4, Week 5.

Time passed steadily, and the treatment progressed little by little. A month quickly went by, and it was already the sixth week.

The treatment was finally declared a success.