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The Princess locked up in the Evil Dragon's home is just like a yacht owned by a tycoon – it's not so much about whether it's used, but that you can't be without one. Ideally, it comes with a few bounty quests; the higher the level, the better. If there's a dragon-slaying quest, even better – that's the kind of prestige we're talking about. If you don't have a Princess in your lair cursing you to hell every day, you'd be too embarrassed to even say hello to other Evil Dragons. What, the King sent Adventurers to gang up on me? Hahaha, I, the grand Level 80 Black Dragon Lord, a world-class BOSS, how could I possibly care about a bunch of Adventurers. What! The Adventurers have already reached outside the dungeon? All of them are maxed-out big shots, and there are two heroes leading the charge! And the leader is a Dragon Slaying Swordsman! I'm done for, now what to do… Heroes and villains, black dragons and mortals, the formidable BOSS of the game world and the insignificant streamer of reality. This is a story about a Black Dragon BOSS player.

Treasured Moonlight · Games
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Chapter 79 Nightmare and Visit

Translator: 549690339

Mo Fei found himself in utter darkness, and a cacophony of voices echoed in his ears.

"Hero, please help us... A wicked Green Dragon lives on that mountain, its venomous spit has polluted the land, and our crops are dead."

"Hero, please save us... In the cave by the sea lives a White Dragon, it breathes Dragon Breath every day, freezing over the sea, we can't fish, and we're nearly starving to death."

"Hero, please help me, my daughter was kidnapped by a Blue Dragon, taken to the mountains; please rescue her, I will offer you gold, silver, and riches, and proclaim your heroic name to the people of the Kingdom."

"Hero..."

So noisy! Mo Fei opened his eyes, and the jumbled noise suddenly ceased, a fiery red glow filling his vision. Mo Fei found himself lying in the midst of molten magma, surrounded by scalding lava and flames.

He felt no pain, but a warmth instead. The molten rock enveloped him like hot water, and it felt as though he had returned to his mother's embrace.