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Part-time Boss

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.

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Chapter 124 Mysterious Night Colors

The scene shifted once again—

A towering figure, appearing before him like a mountain.

"Remember, this item is of utmost importance, it concerns the future of our Black Dragon Clan, you must find it, find that sword, but you must act alone as a dragon, and you must be stealthy, understand?"

"Yes, Lord Nesario, I understand." Yarandel's heart leaped with joy.

He was finally able to demonstrate his power.

The scene shifted once more—

Yarandel was searching for the sword amid the ruins, surrounded by darkness, shadows seemingly hiding countless dangers, but he didn't care, he only wanted to find that sword. At last, he found it, but the sword was in the hands of a dark figure.

He hurled himself at it without hesitation.

The shadow charged at him too, battling, biting, clawing, Yarandel felt pain as his body was slashed by the blade, he was bleeding, he tasted the familiar flavor of fear, that once-forgotten memory surfacing once again in his mind.