Transformation of Bone Dragon

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"Damn it, how is this possible? What did you do? Aaaaah!"

Above the earth, the bone dragon's wings swept away the smoke and dust, its massive body trembling slightly. It was enduring the invasion of the Abyss's consciousness, an assault almost unbearable for a bone dragon of its silver-tier strength.

While dragons are known for their ability to fight above their weight class, this opponent was the Abyss itself.

"You can feel the contract. I set it for fifty years," Bai Yi's voice held a note of cold indifference. "After that, you'll be free. During this time, you serve me. Otherwise, you die."

His words dripped with authority as he looked down at the bone dragon.

Dragons are proud creatures, and their lifespans are anything but eternal. When their time comes to an end, they face two choices: offer their accumulated treasures to the Dragon God Isabel and gain entry to the Dragon God's realm, or become undead, either as a bone dragon or a lich dragon.

No dragon would willingly choose undeath. They view the undead as lowly creatures, a tarnish on the glory of Her Majesty the Dragon God Isabel—a disgrace to their race.

In the years following the disappearance of the gods, dragons still offered sacrifices to their gods as they neared death, quietly awaiting their final moments.

Dragons who choose undeath are typically terrified of dying. Bai Yi wasn't concerned that this bone dragon would do anything reckless.

Sure enough, after enduring the excruciating pain and recognizing the full weight of the contract, the bone dragon fell silent. Its bones creaked under pressure, and the grinding of its joints against the earth echoed painfully. Gradually, the crimson flames within its skull shifted to a cold, azure blue, and it bowed its head.

"Bolton Oli, meet your master."

As the words left its mouth, the suffocating presence of the Abyss lifted, and the bone dragon's agony subsided. Bai Yi had used only the first five layers of the contract, not enslaving the dragon but binding it under an employment agreement for fifty years—an eternity to an undead creature.

Bai Yi's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as the system's prompt confirmed that the dragon had become a permanent summon, meaning it would never escape his control. And fifty years from now, he was certain this dragon would never have the courage to break free.

The Bone Dragon was now a subordinate, and Bai Yi could access its status panel:

**[Name: Bolton O'Leary]

Race: Bone Dragon

Level: 49

Personal Attributes:

Strength: 390, Agility: 387, Endurance: 430, Intelligence: 340, Spirit: 310, Charm: 2, Luck: 1

Rank: Upper Silver

Skills: Breath of Undead, Demonic Flame Storm, Transmutation, Death Erosion, Bone Thorns, Falling Stars

Expertise:

Dragon Might: The mythical race's aura induces terror in weaker creatures.

Eternal Bone Dragon: The soul of a dragon, the body of the undead. Its strength is locked at the level it attained in life and cannot surpass that.

Evaluation: An ordinary dragon. It may be looked down upon by others of its kind for its fear of death, but dragons represent power—this one is no exception, even if its potential has been capped.]

Dragons are the pinnacle of mythical creatures. With these attributes, this dragon could easily pass for gold-tier material.

However, the price of undeath is its stagnation. While lich dragons can still grow, bone dragons are limited—what you see is all they'll ever be.

"Head north to the valley about 30 kilometers away and wait for me there. You're too weak as you are. I need to enhance you." Bai Yi's tone was flat as he began walking toward the portal.

Bolton's soul fire flared crimson for a brief moment, but the memory of the searing pain quickly cooled his rage. After a long pause, he bowed his head and flapped his wings, shooting into the sky toward the north.

A dragon must bow its head when under the eaves.

Bai Yi didn't care about Bolton's resentment. He had more pressing matters to attend to. He needed materials for the dragon's transformation. After all, the Tomb of the Dead and the Bone Dragon were too similar—a comparison that could lead players to make dangerous assumptions.

Not that Bai Yi feared the players. Even in version 3.0, their strength remained limited to lower silver-tier, while his attributes would soon break through to gold-tier. By that point, it wouldn't matter if ten thousand or a million players came at him; their numbers would be irrelevant.

If a million players charged at him recklessly, the experience points gained might even push him to the legendary tier in an instant.

What worried him, however, was the risk of players quitting or logging off out of fear. It could ruin the atmosphere of the game for others.

So, transforming the bone dragon was the priority.

Currently, Bai Yi had 69 million contribution points and 2 million panel gold coins—totaling 71 million. That wasn't a small amount, but transforming the bone dragon would be a hefty expense. Still, it was necessary.

Alchemists' wealth is never easily kept. No matter how much they have, they always need more.

As the space ripples faded, Bai Yi returned to his shop's lab. He had barely stepped out when Luo Ning approached him, her eyes wide with surprise.

Bai Yi smiled and said, "I'm going into seclusion for the next half month. All appointments are postponed. Handle things with the clients. If you need anything, talk to Irene. If there's danger, find Orr."

Bai Yi turned to leave, but then paused.

"Boss!" Luo Ning called out anxiously.

Bai Yi turned back, eyebrow raised. "What's wrong?"

A bit embarrassed, Luo Ning spoke up. "Can I set up a counter in the store? I think I can help people with divination now."

Bai Yi blinked. She'd been in the store for only a month, and already... was she bronze-level?

He quietly assessed her aura and relaxed when he realized she hadn't reached bronze yet but was close.

Luo Ning, seeing his reaction, quickly added, "I can give the divination fee to you... I won't use your shop for free!"

Bai Yi waved his hand dismissively. "It's up to you. Keep the money for yourself and just take care of the store."

As he turned to leave, he added one last thing. "And tell Irene to stop being lazy. Focus on your training."

With that, he hurried off, but a smile tugged at his lips. Luo Ning was strong; he hoped she wouldn't be poached by someone else.

Luo Ning watched Bai Yi leave, her face lighting up with a sincere smile. It felt like, for the first time in a while, she'd found a place where she belonged.

Meanwhile, Irene, overhearing the conversation, muttered under her breath, "Damn capitalists!!!"

Bai Yi didn't have time for petty squabbles. He quickly made his way to Yongcheng Street, the black market's material hub. He headed straight for the largest mithril shop, eager to secure the supplies he needed.

The sun was setting, and the street was bustling. The shop owner, Zhang Feng, greeted him with obvious excitement.

"Mr. White Plague! A rare guest! Come in, come in! Willy! Get me my best coffee! A distinguished guest has arrived!"

Zhang Feng, a slightly plump and friendly-looking human, ushered him inside.

The other customers paid their respects, acknowledging Bai Yi's growing fame in Dongwu City.

After ascending to a private room on the second floor, Bai Yi sat down, and a green-haired elf waitress brought in two cups of fragrant coffee.

Zhang Feng smiled warmly. "Mr. Bai Yi, please, try it."

Bai Yi inhaled the aroma, feeling a slight boost to his magical reserves. He was surprised. Scanning it with the panel, his eyes widened.

It was a gold-tier drink. Was Zhang Feng trying to win his favor?

He sipped the coffee and the system prompt flashed:

[You drank Pearl Gem Coffee, Intelligence +1.]

"Not bad," Bai Yi commented, impressed by both the taste and the subtle boost.

"Enough small talk," Bai Yi said, setting the cup down. "How much mithril do you have?"

Zhang Feng beamed. "Mr. Bai Yi's invention is truly remarkable! We've got 300,000 grams of mithril in stock. How much do you need?"

Bai Yi, still amazed by the rapid advancement of the Federation's technology (including the mobile phone in front of him), muttered under his breath. Mithril had become so precious, yet its value was still staggering. Three hundred thousand grams at ten gold coins per gram meant a total of three million gold coins for just 300 kilograms of the material.

"20% off. Just give it all to me." Bai Yi negotiated swiftly. Mithril was a hard currency—he needed it, and it would serve him well.

Zhang Feng hesitated, but after seeing Bai Yi's resolve, he agreed. "Alright, Mr. Bai Yi! It's all yours."

Bai Yi handed over a Dawn Badge and walked downstairs, where four steam trucks were waiting to transport the materials. He couldn't help but marvel at the rapid development of the extraordinary world.

After loading the materials into his space ring, Bai Yi headed to his lab. It was time to begin transforming the bone dragon.