Steel torrents pioneering a different world

Chapter 212 Cheers to the Dollar! The Divine Elf Kingdom! The Demonic Dragon Anomaly! (Bonus Chapter)
When do people focus their attention most?

Naturally, it's a time when things are in one's own interest.

What was originally not a particularly outrageous matter turned into a huge mess when a mid-level intelligence officer wanted to upgrade to a villa to improve his marital home and make his wedding more extravagant. In order to earn some bonuses, he had a sudden inspiration and decided to link things together and make a big deal out of it.

There is no one left!
Peter's fingers slid lightly across the report Arno had submitted, the screen's light reflecting off his increasingly deep eyes.

"Speculation on the possibility that the development of nuclear fusion in the East may lead to a catastrophic chain reaction and subsequent impacts."

What a good thing.

Young people's brains really do work better!
Arnold really knows how to identify the key issues!

This was no speculative report; it was clearly a knife handed to him, a golden lever capable of manipulating the federal budget.

He looked up, his face instantly filled with a gentle and appreciative smile, and stood up to walk to Arno's side, patting his slightly thin shoulder firmly.

“Very good, Arno, excellent!” Peter’s voice was loud and clear, with a tone that deliberately imitated his superior. “The Eagle Federation needs visionary and thoughtful talents like you! Keep up the good work, and I guarantee your name will appear on the next list of award recipients! But you also know that promotions in the Federation are difficult. Once you have accumulated some more merits, that will be the time for you to contribute even more to the Federation.”

Arno's face flushed red, and he was so excited he was almost at a loss for words: "Thank you, sir! I..."

"Go ahead and get busy. The future of the Federation rests on our shoulders." Peter waved his hand, striking a pose with perfect poise.

Peter's smile faded like the tide only after the office door was gently closed, leaving only a wistful look in his eyes. He sat back in his chair, recalling how he was when he first joined the company.

At that time, he also thought he would become the sun that illuminates the Federation.

I remember Arno mentioning an ancient Eastern poem that goes something like, "In the morning a peasant, in the evening an official in the emperor's court." When he heard that, a long-lost sense of pride welled up in his heart.

Unfortunately, his ambitions remained unfulfilled, and his heart was worn down by reality.

He picked up the strong tea on the table and took a sip.

"In the end, it's all about the necessities of life, like rice, oil, salt, and a couple of pieces of meat," Peter muttered to himself, as if trying to convince himself. "Anyway, everyone's doing it. If I'm doing it, at most I'm just conforming. I'm not wrong, the fault doesn't lie with me!"

He mentally prepared himself, then made some simple changes, adding his own name to the bottom of the document, and then sent it to his boss via email.

I thought Mr. Johnson would be very busy, but less than ten minutes later, the internal communication phone on his desk rang without warning, and the caller ID showed it was Johnson himself.

My boss is calling at this hour?

Wasn't he away on a business trip?
Peter sat up straight instantly, cleared his throat, and answered the phone in a calm and respectful voice: "Mr. Johnson!"

"Peter."

"Sir."

“I’ve always said you have the keenest sense of smell in the entire department, and it turns out I wasn’t wrong about you.” Johnson’s voice on the other end of the phone carried a hint of amusement.

Peter's heart skipped a beat; he knew the real drama was about to begin.

“Sir, I am just a hunting dog. I am able to make any discoveries thanks to you, the best hunter, who guided me.”

This flattery was clearly perfectly timed, and Johnson's laughter grew even more satisfied: "Peter, I've read your speculative briefing. Your concerns are my concerns too. Once the Easterners fully master nuclear fusion, they will immediately anchor the entire 'electricity-finance-price' system. They will completely control the future military! At that time, their paper money will become the world's only hard currency, and the whole world will be in their hands."

Peter's breathing became rapid.

This is approval! It's an endorsement from the top!
Mr. Johnson not only understood it, but he also understood it more deeply and further than I had imagined!

“So,” Johnson’s tone became serious, “this concerns the very foundation of the Union, the future of a democratic world. Peter, I need you to go all out and create a large, comprehensive budget plan. Don’t hold back, write down all possible scenarios and all the resources that need to be used.”

“Yes, sir!” Peter’s voice trembled with excitement.

"Great, go ahead and get busy. I'll be back as soon as I finish my inspection here, and then we'll have a good get-together."

"Yes, sir!"

The phone call ended, and the office fell silent.

Peter slowly put down the microphone, a huge surge of joy rushing to his head.

Instead of clenching his fist in celebration like a young boy, he leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh.

Sure enough, Johnson had the same idea!
No, I should say I accurately guessed my boss's thoughts!
"The Easterners want to use this artificial sun to control the world's energy? To start a new energy crisis? Heh heh... Yes, that's for sure!"

Peter's lips curled into a cold smile.

He pulled out Arno's relatively objective proposal again, his eyes now completely different.

He removed words like "speculation" and "possibly" from the document title and then began making sweeping revisions.

Energy is the lifeblood of industrial civilization. Without energy, cities would become dark forests, vehicles would become scrap metal, factories would shut down, the internet would disappear, and even the bouncy ball that brings joy would have to stop.

If energy resources run out, people will start cutting down forests again to use them as fuel, leading to soil erosion and ecological destruction!
However, that's too far away.

He revised it, writing that after the energy problem occurs, the bottled water and toilets on the supermarket shelves will be emptied, neighbors will fight over half a loaf of bread, and soon, the entire social order will be destroyed!

We must seize upon everyone's pain points and completely ignite those already fragile alliances and internal conflicts in this manufactured panic!
not to mention……

How can I reasonably include the budget for that lakeside villa that I've been looking at for over a month in such a small project?
……

It is separated from the heavily guarded Octagonal Building by a distant coastline.

In a penthouse suite of an extremely luxurious private resort hotel, Johnson was lounging on the sofa, leisurely answering a phone call from Peter.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a clear blue sea and sky, while inside, a long-haired young woman sat cross-legged next to Johnson.

“Very good, Peter, you did a very good job!”

Johnson held the phone in one hand and gently patted the woman's soft hair with the other, a gesture of encouragement, and a smile of approval on his face.

"The Federation needs people with your keen sense of opportunity! Well, that's all for now, go ahead and get busy."

The phone hangs up.

Johnson tossed his phone aside, stretched comfortably, and looked up at a middle-aged woman not far away, saying, "Martha, do you see? Our Peter is getting more and more ambitious."

The woman was Martha, the mother of Peter's fiancée Anna.

She must have just finished a high-intensity workout in the suite's gym, wearing only a light workout outfit. The sweat-soaked fabric clung tightly to her skin, outlining a taut figure that didn't look like someone who was forty-five.

Martha picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from her neck, walked to the liquor cabinet, poured herself a glass of wine, and said with a slight parting of her red lips, "He's a good young man. My daughter has excellent taste; if she's with him, she'll never have to worry about food or clothing."

Anna, who was standing in front of Johnson, paused slightly upon hearing her mother's words.

She looked up, glancing at her mother with a complicated expression, then at Johnson, who sat on the sofa like an emperor.

She immediately lowered her head again and continued working.

Johnson squinted, scrutinizing Martha with interest: "It's hard to believe that someone your age can find so-called true love so quickly. How long do you plan to take to get a divorce this time?"

Martha changed her clothes and gave a cold laugh!
“Johnson, I’m not you.” Martha, holding a wine glass, walked to his side. “My man is a docile, honest fellow with a peculiar tendency to be passive. I only used a few tricks to completely subdue him. We are a match made in heaven, a couple blessed by God, lovers!”

She looked at Johnson and said with a smile, "So, you must come to our wedding tomorrow and sincerely wish us well."

Johnson was slightly jealous: "Okay, but..."

Johnson was only halfway through his sentence when he suddenly sensed danger.

Because there was a stinging sensation in the vital area.

His muscles tensed instantly.

He glanced at Anna and frowned.

"Hey, honey, you'd better behave! Don't be naughty!"

Anna looked up, a faint smile playing on her lips, but her eyes conveyed an innocent expression.

Johnson sighed helplessly and turned to Martha, saying, "I expect to be very busy tomorrow."

Martha's face instantly turned cold: "What? You can't even help me with this little thing?"

“Haha, how could that be?” Johnson immediately laughed. He reached out and patted Anna’s head, who was pretending to be innocent, signaling the mischievous little thing to stop fooling around. “For the dollars, for the future, Mrs. Martha, I am at your service anytime.”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, gesturing for Martha to come over.

"Martha, do you think we should try to get my position reinstated?"
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In another world, a new day begins. The sun has risen, but today is a gloomy day!
In Su Mingjin's office, she was watching a video recorded by her child.

The child was complaining about harvesting crops back in their hometown, but the rainy weather made it difficult to work, and many things were getting moldy. The grandparents were sighing and complaining...

After watching the video, I then looked at messages from other family members.

Her husband also sent a message.

Her husband has been working overtime at the bureau lately, handling many cases, and he'll probably be very busy. The children's education will have to be handled by her aunt's family...

Su Mingjin watched it for a long time, then recorded a video and sent it to the commuter soldiers.

These videos will be sent back after they have been reviewed.

To ensure information confidentiality, even project leaders must communicate messages under strict information control.

Su Mingjin is the same.

"It's time to go home and visit!"

After finishing her communications with her family, she sat by the office window, looking through the glass at the overcast sky of the other world.

After thinking for a long time, he suddenly spread out his brush and ink and wrote a poem in delicate small characters.

"Ten days of overcast skies have made the autumn harvest a disaster, crops are moldy and water is overflowing!"

"May the heavens be kind to us, and instead of sunshine, may the rain come in abundance!"

In the modern world, her worries at home are about rain during the busy farming season and crops getting moldy; in the other world, her worries are that the enemy has not made a move yet.

Uneasy, strange.

Su Mingjin had a feeling that something was happening!
"When will satellites be able to go into space and collect information about everything on this planet?"

dong dong dong-

The dark clouds outside the window seemed to grow even heavier, and a dull knock on the door pulled Su Mingjin back from her chaotic thoughts.

"Enter."

There was a subtle hint of fatigue in her voice.

The door was pushed open, and assistant Liu Chang walked in with light steps, carrying a data terminal in her hands.

"President Su, this is a matter that requires your attention today."

Su Mingjin turned around, walked back to her desk from the window, and sat down, tapping her fingertips lightly on the table to signal her to continue.

"The second phase of the railway from the Time-Space Gate to the extinct volcano and the adamantite mine is about to be completed. The engineering department is preparing to hold an opening ceremony the day after tomorrow morning, and they would like to invite you to come and cut the ribbon."

"Yes, we have to go." Su Mingjin agreed without hesitation. "Tell the people in the engineering department to make sure they and those rough old men shave their beards properly, so they don't look like savages on camera. This is for record-keeping, and might even be included in the history textbooks on land reclamation!"

Liu Chang couldn't help but smile: "Okay, I will definitely convey your original words."

Su Mingjin leaned back in her chair, her gaze fixed on the sand table on the wall ahead, where the reclamation team had already established a stable foothold. On it, a network of red highways and black railway lines crisscrossed, like a net, firmly controlling the areas explored by humankind.

The completed areas are presented in a clear black and white color scheme, while those yet to be built are presented in a yellow color scheme.

That's the style of the University of Tokyo.

Once safety is confirmed, the roar of infrastructure construction will continue 24 hours a day.

They built roads through mountains, constructed bridges over rivers, and even leveled obstructing mountains.

The entire pioneering area, the entire human-occupied territory, had been transformed into an enormous, almost terrifying construction site.

Only when the roads are open can the steel torrent from the rear continuously flow in, rapidly transforming all the world's resources into their own power.

After a brief moment of reflection, Su Mingjin's expression turned serious, and she asked the question that truly concerned her.

"What about Professor Dou Hanwen? Did they find anything useful in the underground vault of that giant civilization in the mountains?"

When this was mentioned, Liu Chang's relaxed expression disappeared.

He swiped open the data terminal, pulled up a report, and said with some regret.

"President Su, the results... are not ideal. Professor Dou and his team have dug up almost the entire area around the vault, but apart from proving that it was indeed a vault of an ancient giant civilization and confirming that it also served as a refuge, they found no other valuable clues."

Su Mingjin frowned slightly.

"Aside from gold, are there no other valuable historical artifacts?"

“Yes.” Liu Chang turned the terminal screen toward Su Mingjin, which displayed several blurry photos of the scene. “The environment of that shelter was ‘neither dry nor wet,’ which happens to be the worst for preserving cultural relics. Tens of thousands of years, coupled with continuous groundwater seepage, have destroyed everything inside. The metal equipment has corroded into a pile of unrecognizable rusty slag. We only found some highly degraded polyethylene material fragments and a few containers!”

Su Mingjin stared at the photos and remained silent for a long time.

She had hoped to find a complete historical record of the giant civilization, or a technological path of civilization that humanity could learn from.

Even a simple written record of information about the enemy would be helpful.

As a result, despite their best efforts, they only managed to dig out a pit that was ten thousand years old.

Aside from gold, there's nothing else of high value!

"What a pity." She finally uttered these three words, her voice filled with undisguised disappointment.

Liu Chang cautiously added, "Professor Dou said that based on the nearby geological features and structure, there may be other relics in the area, but our current technology makes them difficult to detect. He hasn't given up and is applying for more powerful exploration equipment to conduct a more intensive survey of the area!"

"Let him go." Su Mingjin waved her hand. "As long as he can dig something out, we'll provide him with manpower and equipment."

Archaeology is, by its very nature, a matter of luck.

They unearthed thousands of tons of gold, and now they have no shortage of funds and capital.

If they could unearth some intact suits of armor from those giant civilizations of the past, and allow humanity to learn from their strengths and absorb their weaknesses, then human technology would naturally make new progress.

Take, for example, the nuclear fusion backpack from before.

Humans have found many useful designs based on those dilapidated power backpacks, which have accelerated the progress of modern nuclear fusion projects.

"Okay, Mr. Su."

"If there's nothing else, you can go out now."

Liu Chang bowed and withdrew, the office door closing gently behind him.

Alone, Su Mingjin fell into deep thought once more. Her gaze fell upon the brand-new railway on the sand table; its black lines resembled sharp knives, piercing deeply into the surroundings of this other world!

The railway's ability to transport thousands of troops is their source of confidence.

But when will the enemies of this world attack them again?

Have they really all chickened out?
The office was silent. "Those soldiers are probably waiting forever for the alien invasion!"

Thinking of this, Su Mingjin smiled, turning her gaze from the huge sand table to the terminal screen in front of her.

She opened the encrypted file, which contained the latest interrogation report on the elf captives.

After several days of intensive questioning, coupled with the little dragon's unreasonable psychological intimidation of magical creatures, they finally managed to pry some information out of the stubborn elves' minds.

The first part of the report is about the basic structure of elven society.

Su Mingjin's fingertips slid lightly across the tabletop as she read line by line.

The highest deity worshipped by the Elven race is a "Mother Goddess".

The Mother Goddess was served by a large community consisting of many prophets and priests of various ranks.

"The Prophet of Truth"

"The Prophet of Sorrow"

"The Prophet of Mercy"

"They certainly know how to come up with names! The elves didn't even mention what the three prophets were responsible for."

Although these elven charlatans do not directly manage administration or the military, they possess veto power, and their will can almost represent the entire elven race.

Under divine authority lies the secular power of the elves.

The elders of the elves are responsible for legislation and decision-making, while the clan leaders are responsible for their respective localities, mainly for military and security matters.

The position of "Elven Temple Governor" belongs to the priesthood and is in charge of military and economic affairs, with a primary responsibility for border security.

"Interesting, a clan aristocracy federation under divine supervision, huh?" Su Mingjin murmured to herself, her fingertips pausing slightly.

This system is quite old, but it is generally well-defined in terms of authority and responsibility, and its operational efficiency is probably not low.

However, when she saw the next entry, even Su Mingjin's expression turned strange.

Sacred Breeding Hall.

She chewed those words over and over again.

Breeding...hall?
This name sounds so awkward, like the Special Livestock Improvement Center of the Agricultural Science Institute of Southeast University.

A bizarre thought flashed through Su Mingjin's mind: Could it be that elves really have their offspring allocated by a lottery system, like an assembly line?

Were those elves who had their uteruses removed truly deprived of their reproductive rights?
She shook her head, dismissing the unreliable guess.

"Probably not?"

These details, though outrageous, all point to one thing—the reproduction of elves is probably not based on family units, but rather is intervened and managed by a specialized agency.

How terrifying would the social mobilization capacity and collective will be of a group whose very birth is controlled by an organization?

A chill ran down Su Mingjin's back.

"A highly militarized kingdom? Yet it can only passively defend itself? Or perhaps those elven nobles themselves have some problems?"

She continued reading and saw that the elves were mostly vague about the elven kingdom, perhaps because their information and memories had become blurred after leaving the sacred tree network. She gained a new understanding of the elves' ability to control the race.

Afterwards, Su Mingjin began to look at other news about the Elf Kingdom.

When he saw the description of the Elf Kingdom's territory, his pupils contracted slightly.

According to the captives, the Elf Kingdom occupies a large area of ​​forest in the northern part of the Forsaken Continent, and its territory is... comparable to that of a big cat on Earth.

Nearly ten million square kilometers!?

Su Mingjin subconsciously turned her head and looked at the sand table on the wall again.

The second-phase railway that she was so proud of, which was about to open to traffic, and the vast development area of ​​more than 100,000 square kilometers that had been initially taken over by the reclamation team, seemed as insignificant as a joke in the face of the concept of nearly 10 million square kilometers.

Their magnificent construction site, which they are so proud of, is nothing more than a brick at the feet of a giant.

"Is this planet incredibly large?"

"People who studied astronomy before said that the celestial bodies here move strangely!"

Thinking of this, Su Mingjin swallowed.

If... this world, this planet, is really as big as they initially thought, does that mean this world has more untapped potential?

Of course, given the premise that the larger the geographical area, the more problems and races there are, the more dangerous this world is likely to be!

Su Mingjin opened the file and saw a video about an elf prisoner. She clicked on it and watched it.

The elven captive named Anise revealed her face.

She hasn't been in good spirits these past two days, and her beautiful face is filled with confusion.

Her words were repeated in a cold, electronic voice through real-time software translation.

"...The forest is the promised land bestowed upon us by the Mother Goddess, the sacred place where we fulfill our ancient promise!"

"We guard several forbidden areas, preventing the invasion of the demon army! And those despicable humans, insatiably greedy, only know how to wage war for their own selfish desires, even shattering the very fabric of their own history!"

"We didn't start a war, did we?" The voice-over was Gong Pengfei's voice translated by a translator.

“No, not you, it’s the southern humans of the Green Lands! It’s those arrogant and greedy bastards, I didn’t say you!” Anise said through gritted teeth. “They infiltrated our forests and captured our people to be slaves! They… deserve to die…”

Su Mingjin turned off the screen, leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes in deep thought.

The amount of information I've received from the elves these past few days has been enormous.

First, the elves are a large, sophisticated, and highly organized civilization, certainly not some primitive tribe that eats raw meat and drinks blood. This is consistent with their previous speculation!
However, because they possess the Sacred Tree Mind Magic Network, once they are separated from it, the elves' knowledge and experience will be greatly diminished.

It's basically a personal computer without a hard drive; if it's not connected to the internet, it can't access information online.

Secondly, the elves have roughly two main enemies: one is what they call the "Southern Humans," and the other is a group of "demons," or perhaps an "army of malice," that have emerged from the forbidden lands they guard.
This might explain why they reacted so strongly to the appearance of the human pioneering teams; they probably mistook the humans for allies of the southern humans.

As for core secrets such as military deployments, power inheritance, and knowledge texts, the elves kept them tightly sealed, preferring death to uttering a single word.

The clue seems to have been broken again.

Su Mingjin opened her eyes, and then played the other person's words again!

Annies mentioned the forbidden area and the demons.

Could this be their real enemy?

Those demons probably possess some ability to corrupt the mind, and the elves' actions are actually a way of protecting their own information.

And what are those so-called forbidden areas anyway?

"Are there so many troops responsible for guarding the restricted area?"

As Su Mingjin read Annies's words, she picked up a ballpoint pen and twirled it around.

"In the short term, the elves are still within the reach of the established civilization! But the forbidden areas they guard, and the demons... well, we need to be more careful then!"

"You can't interfere with our farming."

Just like investing, humanity's understanding of other worlds is not yet fully clear, although it has been decided to send more people here.

But for now, we'll treat this other world as a base for providing raw materials.

Development and construction have been ongoing, but isn't this just taking one step while planning three?

If the elves are indeed guarding the forbidden area, and there is something within it, then humans are not suited to wage a full-scale war against them.

Humans may even need to actively provide some support.

"We'll take it one step at a time; we still know too little about them!"

After finishing organizing all of this, Su Mingjin took a short rest and then went to check on some of the results nearby.

It's best to read some of the things written in the reports yourself; this is an experience she summarized a long time ago.

……

The steel mill is located quite far from the command center of the interdimensional exploration team.

The scorching air distorted the view, and a massive furnace roared in the distance. The entire otherworldly steel mill was now like a giant steamer, isolating the cold air from it.

Meanwhile, in a specially constructed room, a rather heartwarming scene was unfolding in the dragon breeding area.

Having long been accustomed to relatively high temperatures, Ming Yufei skillfully used long-handled iron tongs to pick up a piece of fish about the size of a cherry.

He called out to the nimble green figure on the perch.

"Ironhead, get ready! Fly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist, and the fish meat traced a beautiful parabola.

"Hiss!"

The little green dragon responded to the call, flapping its wings and soaring into the air with swift and graceful movements.

In mid-air, it precisely opened its mouth, and a small stream of red and green dragon flame gushed out, instantly enveloping the fish meat.

The flames were removed as soon as they touched the fish, perfectly grilling it to a crispy exterior and tender interior.

The little dragon swallowed it whole and then spun around in the air with satisfaction.

"Again!" Ming Yufei laughed and threw out another piece.

This was repeated three times, but the little dragon stopped catching it and landed lightly back on the shelf, its intelligent, blood-red vertical pupils blinking.

"Hiss!"

It cried out and turned its head to look in the other direction.

Mingyu understands instantly.

This little thing is being sneaky and lazy again.

Beside her, Jiang Ruixuan had just taken a piece of roasted mutton off the grill and handed it to the other person with a motherly smile.

The little dragon stretched its neck, snatched it up in one gulp, and swallowed it whole without even chewing.

"Jiang Ruixuan, just spoil it!"

"Hey, when are you going to grow so big that you'll blot out the sky?" Ming Yufei poked its wings, both amused and annoyed. "Professor Deng said that with your little body, you could grow to be hundreds of meters long... Tsk tsk, when you become successful, don't forget about us, your human servants!"

"Hiss!"

The little dragon raised its head, its roar filled with arrogance, as if to say, "Of course."

After swallowing several hundred grams of roasted meat, it burped contentedly and then barked at Ming Yufei.

Ming Yufei resignedly pulled out a tissue and carefully wiped the grease from its mouth, muttering, "Sleeps a lot, eats a lot. When are you going to hunt for yourself?"

As he wiped, the warmth from his palm made him pause slightly.

"Your body temperature has risen again, you're like a little furnace. If it keeps rising like this, will we never need to turn on the furnace again? We're afraid of getting burned if we get close to you!"

"Hey, why aren't you saying anything? Are you angry?"

Ming Yufei had no idea that at this very moment, the little dragon's young mind was being observed from a special, higher-dimensional perspective...

A little while later~
"Hiss!"

The stiff little dragon suddenly came to life, as if it understood the teasing, and suddenly let out a somewhat different roar at him.

An invisible warm current rushed towards me along with the roar.

Ming Yufei felt a buzzing in his head, and an indescribable heat shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. His pores opened instantly, and a fine layer of sweat appeared.

The feeling was like the relief of having a high fever for several days followed by a shot of a miracle drug that instantly eradicates the root cause of the illness.

Similarly, Jiang Ruixuan, who was acting as the feeder, had the same expression.

Immediately afterwards, a vague idea suddenly entered their minds.

"Tired...exhausted..."

Ming Yufei's pupils suddenly contracted as he stared in astonishment at the little demon dragon, then looked at Jiang Ruixuan, who was sweating profusely beside him.

He opened his mouth, but before he could utter a single word, the little creature seemed to have all its strength drained away. It wobbled off the shelf, curled up on the faintly glowing magic stone ore next to it, buried its head and body in its wings, and soon began to snore softly.

High temperatures and magic stone ore can accelerate the growth of magic dragons; this is a discovery made by Professor Deng and his team after their research.

That's why they specifically built the breeding area near the high-temperature steel plant and brought precious magic essence ore to the little dragon.

But what's going on with this sudden telepathic connection and the sweat breaking out?
"Hiss~"

The little dragon in its sleep let out a weak murmur, and the faint connection in Ming Yufei's mind was severed.

He and Jiang Ruixuan stood frozen in place, feeling the lingering, strange resonance in their minds.

Was this little thing talking to me just now?

He looked at Jiang Ruixuan, whose expression was equally strange, and the other man was also looking at him with a peculiar expression.

"Squad leader, you felt it just now, didn't you?"

"Your face is sweating? Are you alright?" Ming Yufei took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart as he asked.

"Just now, I felt like I established some kind of connection with the demonic dragon! And then my body underwent some changes!"

The two stared at each other in astonishment.

This is no longer a simple matter of raising magical pets.

Ming Yufei swallowed hard, strode towards the door, his voice trembling slightly, a tremor he himself didn't even realize: "Jiang Ruixuan, keep an eye on it, I'm going to see Professor Deng!"

……

In the modern world, in an office, Lin Li, who was pretending to be resting, opens his eyes.

"Communicating with the dragon remotely through the portal is still possible! By using the magic faked by the little dragon, we can train the pioneer team's caretakers in special magic, making it easier for them to care for and study the dragon later!"

"When they grow up, they can become dragon knights too!"

"hey-hey……"

(End of this chapter)