After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The two stood facing each other, no more than a meter apart.

The sunlight felt warm on their bodies, and the immortal magic within them sensed each other's presence while simultaneously emanating an ominous aura.

Perhaps sensing the goddess magic mixed in with the opponent's magic, the Doom Dragon General finally completed the identification. He suddenly raised his palm, but Oswald was faster and swung his sword first, the blade squeezing out a sharp shriek.

With a clang, the dragon general parried with his arm, and the ground beneath his feet instantly cracked and collapsed, spreading for hundreds of meters. His dragon claw-like arm was shredded by the wind blades, but not a single drop of blood flowed out.

The gust of wind subsided, but the two remained motionless.

The dragon opened its mouth, and demonic flames were poised to erupt. Oswald drew his sword and pierced the dragon's chin, forcefully closing its mouth and lifting it high into the air.

Bang! Flames poured out from between the teeth as the dragon claw swung down. Oswald quickly raised his elbow to defend. The brute force within both of them collided, causing their skin to break and each of them to take a step back.

Oswald drew his sword and shook the blood off his arm. His body sank and vanished like the wind. The dragon general first moved at high speed, trying to avoid being locked on, but then suddenly stopped and turned his head. The flesh and blood in his neck were instantly pierced through.

The moment Oswald landed, a sudden burst of pressure erupted. He drew his sword and barely managed to parry for a moment before stepping forward and flashing away, leaving only layers of shattered spatial tremors in his wake.

The system used recovery potions as if they were free, and Oswald's arm wound slowly healed.

He suddenly kicked up dust, and with the dragon general at the center, concentric wind tunnels surrounded the vast city, constantly pushing Oswald's speed to its limit.

The phantom approached, and the dragon spewed flames. The black and red flames swept across hundreds of meters, and the sudden increase in temperature distorted the air, making the phantom in front of them even more elusive.

Finally, the thunderous strike was unleashed, a delicate white light streaking across the sky and earth. In the instant the storm descended, all surrounding sounds were annihilated.

The dragon paused its dodge, then flipped its gaze, its deformed head crashing to the ground. All its flesh and internal organs, except for its bones, were ripped apart, spraying outwards in a burst of wind pressure.

He tapped his aching back; Oswald's twitching nerves and aching muscles made him exhale deeply, and the goddess's magic resumed its operation. After the pain subsided slightly, he sheathed his sword.

Why do I feel like I'm getting old...?

He turned around, intending to check on Baird's body, when gray mist rose from the ground.

Oswald frowned, waved his hand to release a strong wind, which dispersed the fog and brought with it a scorching heat.

Before their eyes, flames rapidly erupted from the shattered ground along the cracks, and the flesh, internal organs, and bones of Baird's remains quickly turned to ash in the flames, merging into the rapidly expanding magma.

With his hand on the hilt of his sword, Oswald cautiously stepped back.

(Is two-stage mode popular now?)

[Host, you go ahead with your work. This system has something to attend to.]

???

Oswald was dumbfounded. Weren't we the best adventure partners? What's the meaning of you logging off now?

(Are you sure?)

[It's important, it's a mission that suddenly came down from above. You do your best in the second phase, I'm trying to save a soul, and I'll ask you for some benefits after that.]

(You'd better pray that those benefits actually satisfy me.)

Ignoring the system and the repetitive music that played when it went offline, Oswald silently took out his pipe and waited "quickly" while smoking.

A few minutes later, the molten lava stopped boiling, and a pool of blood slowly rose and floated on the surface of the lava.

A vibrant green leaf, carried by the wind, slowly drifted down. Blood, ash, and molten lava quickly began to intertwine, much like a fusion card from a certain anime.

This is my turn, draw! Activate the Spell Card, Fusion Summon! Come forth! My pride, my soul, **Dragon!**

He tapped his pipe, poured out the burning tobacco, exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, drew his sword again, and stood facing the wind.

In the vortex of blood and fire, a huge burning dragon claw emerged from the lava and slammed heavily onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of smoke and dust.

Next comes the dragon's head, a mountain-like skull that slowly emerges. It doesn't need to spew flames to display its majesty, for it is the embodiment of fire itself.

The instant those furnace-hot dragon eyes opened, Oswald moved.

The wind grew wild, and air currents from several kilometers around rapidly converged on Oswald, causing the vast forests to howl.

The speed underfoot increased, the wind whipped up clouds and mist, and for a moment sand and stones flew everywhere. Lightning flashed faintly, and the visibility in the ruins grew darker and darker. The high-speed wind continued to tighten, making every breath incredibly difficult.

The Spirit Wind Sword shone brightly towards the central flame, and Oswald calmly leaped up, slashing at the dragon's head with his sword.

The wind and clouds exploded at the moment they were compressed to their extreme.

In the distance, Red looked up in a daze. First, a thick fog-like gas was suddenly pushed open, covering the entire area, followed by a loud bang!

The earth trembled, a fierce wind swept through, soldiers were overturned one after another, and the camp was swept away like dust.

Red managed to stand, revealing his dangerously receding hairline.

The final dragon roar echoed across the sky, and the thick gas, hundreds of meters high, began to spin wildly at high speed, with dark shadows intertwined inside, lightning flashing and thunder roaring, wind whipping and fire dancing!

"What is a system?"

The dragon looked at the fluffy, ball-like spirit before it, and stretched out its furry tail to quickly cleanse the immortal magic that had corrupted its soul.

Do you understand the universe? Your goddess, placed on a cosmic scale, is nothing more than a slightly more powerful individual.

The world is infinite, the universe is infinite, and living beings are infinite. But infinity is chaos, and endlessness is disorder.

Our system is one of the governing bodies of the universe, primarily responsible for the progress and development of various worlds, and possesses the authority to control souls.

"So you came here because..." Baird, who was listening in, asked curiously. He had been worried that Oswald wouldn't be able to handle the lava dragon, but now that he saw them fighting back and forth, he focused his attention on this place.

[The host of this system has come here to engage in role-playing; the task is to assume the role of Duke Oswald.]

"What about the original Oswald?"

[I don't know, I don't have enough permissions for this system]

The dragon remained silent. It wasn't worried about selling dragon souls or anything like that, it was just...

"Why were I chosen as the system?"

[I don't know; this system only received orders from its superiors.]

The system is completely clueless; its level is too low. If it were a high-level system, it wouldn't be here accepting a short-term supporting role mission.

[You'll see when you get there. The system is a lifetime employment, and it's mandatory. To put it bluntly, it's also your eternal prison.]

After answering the question, the system knew it needed to give the dragon some time to think.

So it sped up the process of clearing the dragon's soul while also taking notice of the battle situation in Oswald.

It can only be said that, as expected of the host it personally chose, it is so powerful that it doesn't seem like a supporting character at all.

"Um, senior?" The dragon's soul was freed from its pain, and even its voice became much lighter.

It didn't know whether all of this was a blessing or a curse, but just now, deep within its soul, it did indeed hear the voice of some supreme being.

But it was still unsure, so the dragon lowered its stance and pleaded, "Senior, is there anything you can teach me?"

The system instantly switched to a cold, mechanical voice: "[In principle, we cannot disclose anything before you assume your position, except for essential information.]"

The dragon instantly understood. "Senior, I see traces of undying magic modification in your host's body. I happen to have gained some expertise in undying magic recently..."

[Since you genuinely want guidance, this system will offer you some pointers.]

The system valued the dragon's exceptional magical talent, which allowed it to quickly master the high-level spell "Cage of Death" to trap the dragon slayer's body within a short period of time after being corrupted by undying magic, and even resist the corruption for a long time...

The system wasn't greedy; it only wanted to transfer a few useful immortal spells to increase Oswald's combat power.

Baird looked at them speechlessly. They had all become that kind of people, yet they were still engaging in those underhanded deals.

……

[Host, this system is back]

Countless wind blades shattered, and Oswald was sent flying by the dragon's claws. The earth trembled and dust rose. He turned around in mid-air to dissipate the force, but he still couldn't help spitting out blood when he landed. He then rushed out, just as he was about to activate his ability, when the system suddenly came online.

Oswald paused, then stepped back to create some distance between himself and the dragon. The dragon's body was also damaged; it had been relentlessly entangled by Oswald and was still unable to fully reveal itself, and the molten lava on its body had dimmed considerably.

(Please help me recover some money, thank you, my lower back is hurting terribly.)

Don't worry, don't worry.

The system began administering recovery potions to his body, then secretly transferred the skill bar to Oswald.

(Wait, what are these?)

Some strange knowledge entered Oswald's mind in an odd way, and he casually cast a spell, which came out very naturally and smoothly.

On the ground ahead, thick, decaying chains shot out and slammed heavily onto the molten lava dragon. Amid the dragon's agonizing howls, the chains pierced through its body, pinning it firmly to the ground, unable to break free.

The system applauded in his mind: [Congratulations, host, you are now a magician too!]

Oswald carefully examined the magical knowledge he had gained.

High-level Undead Magic: Death Cage

High-level Undead Magic: Absorption

High-level Undead Magic: Abyssal Gaze

The dragon, unable to escape, exploded instantly with the Abyss Gaze activated, blasting a large hole in its chest.

Seeing the immense magical power, Oswald, as if an accomplice had received money from an illegitimate source, asked nervously.

(Explain clearly, where did you get this magic from?)

[A new system has just been born in this world, and as its predecessor, this system naturally wants to get some benefits from it.]

(Aren't you mistaken? Shouldn't you be the one delivering something? If they become your colleague later, do you think it would be awkward if word got out...)

[......]

[Um, host, why don't you try out the new ability first? This system will go through its storage space and see if there's anything else we don't need.]