There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 288, I want them all!

The pristine white snow has been completely stained red.

Thick blood dripped down, congealing into a dark red ice pit, where frost rose due to the residual magic within.

These traces all come from a ferocious white dragon.

The powerful dragon was not in good condition. It had fallen into the snow and was panting heavily. It still tried to raise its head unwillingly, but was pressed down by an ordinary, even somewhat slender arm.

The roar carried a hint of pleading.

Every living thing desires to live.

The dragon was willing to pay the price for its life and pleaded with Xiao Yang.

That's something to consider, but there might be better options.

Xiao Yang took out a silver pocket watch.

This was Xiao Yang's first battle after his promotion.

First, there's the old stuff, with exaggerated attributes like recovery and life steal—a whole bunch of messy self-blessings.

The attributes of this white dragon are not as high as those of Xiao Yang.

And then there are new things.

Two entries.

Graceful as a startled swan, elegant as a swimming dragon, unmoved by worldly desires.

The effect of remaining unmoved is not very obvious, but the effect of being graceful as a startled swan and as lithe as a swimming dragon is quite simple and direct.

The effect of speed priority is simply to describe it as very direct and fast.

As long as I take action, I can be faster than you, just like that rotten commander.

A standard crushing defeat.

However, the true value of this battle remains questionable.

Not enough fun.

They released their grip on the terrified dragon.

Xiao Yang held the silver pocket watch in one hand, asking the question while rummaging through his personal backpack.

What would I gain by letting you go?

With Xiao Yang releasing his grip, the dying dragon had a chance to catch its breath.

This rather uncivilized white dragon still managed to trip up due to its old problem.

"arrogant."

Because of his arrogance, he chose to stand on the ground and fight Xiao Yang.

If it chooses to take off, it will be even more troublesome for Xiao Yang.

After Xiao Yang released his arm, the white dragon tried to raise its head, but when it saw the emaciated and terrifying figure in front of it, fear involuntarily crept up on it again.

Just now, Xiao Yang tore off one of its wings.

"Spare me, and I'll offer you my treasure!"

By now, Xiao Yang no longer regrets not bringing the Dragon Hunter Armor.

Somewhat uninterestingly, the white dragon in front of them was merely a slightly more advanced phantom.

This means that even if Xiao Yang killed this thing, he would only have killed a high-level phantom created by the God's Game.

It is not a true epic dragon.

"This dungeon is really disappointing!"

Xiao Yang muttered to himself.

It doesn't look like a dungeon.

The enemies he encounters at the final moment in the dungeon are not phantoms, but real, heavyweight figures.

As the white dragon uttered those words, an inexplicable rule was invoked, and the dungeon entered its final choice: abandon the attempt to kill the white dragon and obtain its treasure, or persist in killing the white dragon and obtain its loot.

The former means having more choices in the final reward, as the dragon's treasure naturally contains all sorts of things that can be obtained, while the latter may yield more valuable items, but the dropped items will no longer be separated from the dragon attribute.

The choice depends on what to prioritize and what to compromise on.

At the edge of the battlefield atop the mountain, three little girls, lying prone in the snow, stared intently at the battle.

Xiao Yang's fighting style is simply the epitome of violent aesthetics.

It is simple and direct, yet extremely impactful.

The three little girls at the top of the snow mountain also noticed the arrival of the rules and the emergence of choices.

Ignis recalled the information she had seen on a mage forum in the game Gods.

If this treasure branch appears, you must choose the treasure branch.

The treasure branch will most likely provide equipment that matches the player who participated in the dungeon.

Thinking of this, the little mage Ignis was about to speak.

She wanted to persuade Xiao Yang to take over the treasure branch, but when she thought about what had just happened, the girl couldn't bring herself to say it, and her face became even more conflicted.

Xiao Yang's little niece, Ai Wen, noticed Ignis's dilemma.

"What's wrong, Ignis? Why do you look so strange?"

Ignis hesitated for a long time before finally speaking, her face flushed.

“Aiwen, call him Uncle Xiao Yang. The treasure is more valuable.”

After hearing these words, Ai Wen waved her hand dismissively.

"Don't worry! Uncle Xiao Yang is a veteran player, he must know it himself!"

This statement is not entirely accurate. Xiao Yang is far from being a seasoned veteran. In fact, in terms of the amount of time he has been involved in the Gods' Game, he probably hasn't been as long as any of these three girls.

It has taken him less than a year to transform from an ordinary person into the powerful superhuman he is today.

This is hard to accept, because the growth curve is so exaggerated that even talking about it as a drunken topic in a pub would probably be considered extreme.

"Friend, you're saying you had absolutely no contact with the extraordinary a year ago?"

"To be precise, it was less than a year ago."

"Only one year?"

"It's really hard to believe, and I'm a little dazed myself."

"Hmm... okay, stop talking, let's have a drink!"

Xiao Yang wasn't very experienced, but he still had his own solutions when faced with such situations.

First, they brought out the sense of justice and compassion.

Looking at the white dragon in front of me, which obediently lowered its head and waited for my answer after the branch choice was triggered.

With the trigger pressed, the silver pocket watch cover popped open with a crisp sound.

"How about we make a deal?"

"Next, if I kill you, you give me your treasure. If I can't kill you, I'll let you go, and you still give me your treasure. How about it?"

The power of the blood-stained pocket watch disrupted the rules of the instance that had just arrived.

The rules for this instance are not as strict as those for the dungeon.

At this moment, the rules were disrupted. The white dragon was no longer stuck in the loading screen-like plot mode. It vaguely recalled Xiao Yang's words just now, and a look of astonishment appeared on its ferocious dragon face.

"The deal is established."

A phrase appeared out of nowhere.

To test its validity, Xiao Yang chose the third option from the two available choices.

"Want them all!"

(End of this chapter)