I am a wicked dragon, and you want me to fall into goodness?

Puse doesn't like this kind of battle between equals, because you can easily lose if you're not careful.

As a dragon, he preferred to fight opponents of higher levels, and the greater the level difference, the better.

Of course, Puse will definitely be the higher-level player, while the enemy will be the lower-level player, so the best way to fight is to ambush them.

This fighting style is more reliable.

As for whether this method is too shameless, that's something the living should consider, not a dead corpse.

As Puse's strength grows, and he even ascends to the legendary level, bards will naturally step in to defend him.

However, the arrogance within the blue dragon, the pride unique to evil dragons, prevents him from challenging the weak when there is no conflict of interest.

In his view, dragons, as top predators in the multiverse, should constantly fight against the strong.

During the fledgling stage, Puse will not provoke powerful individuals and court death.

He also had no way to leave Kawimas's side, and apart from fighting with Green, he had no other way to prove his strength.

Now that it has grown into a young dragon, the Rock-Breaking Demon Worms of the same or one level lower are just the beginning.

He needs to actively seek out prey that he can challenge and assess his own limits.

Since he possesses the [Noble Dragon], Puse is not worried about getting injured, except for the instant death effect.

"As expected, rather than having a shameless reputation spread throughout these material planes, I still want to leave a name of cruelty in the hearts of many races."

"While there's nothing inherently wrong with being shameless, for a dragon with lofty ambitions, the praise of brutality is clearly much more palatable!"

Poseidon folded his wings and was carried by Bruce to a natural mine pit at the foot of an unnamed mountain, north of the fairy garden.

He smelled the stench of sulfur and rust, along with the musty, sour odor characteristic of kobolds.

Below are small mine entrances half-hidden by rubble, with countless spiderweb-like tunnels carved out of the ground.

The dark entrance resembled the squinting eyes of a wild beast lying in wait, and thick layers of slag accumulated around the edge of the pit.

The grayish-blue gravel was mixed with worthless mica flakes, and several collapsed areas were filled with murky puddles.

Fine mineral dust still floated in the humid air, and a muffled wriggling sound could be faintly heard coming from below.

The mindless kobold, oblivious to the danger, excitedly circled Puse once before barking and rushing toward the entrance to the mine tunnel.

Poseidon did not stop it.

Bruce happily burrowed into the mine tunnel, and soon the tunnel became quiet again.

Pu Se was poised to strike, his vertical pupils narrowed as he leisurely observed the changes in the mine.

"Woof woof—"

Soon, the mine tunnels came alive again, with the sound of Bruce's footsteps.

The joyful running turned into chaotic stamping, mixed with panicked shouts.

Pusser had a premonition that this trip would probably not satisfy him.

A moment later, the short figure rolled out of the mine entrance like a stone that had been thrown out.

Bruce's coarse cloth robe was torn and tattered, covered in stone chips and dark yellow slime, and his once glossy scales were now drooping.

Just as his figure burst out of the cave entrance, a sickeningly loud cracking sound of rock strata breaking came from deep within the mine.

A demonic insect covered entirely in a silver-gray crystal shell used its scythe-like mandibles to forcefully carve through the rock wall blocking its path and emerge.

The target was the escaped kobold.

The worm locked onto Bruce, its fleeing prey, and charged forward at incredible speed.

After the prey thought it had gained light, it dragged the kobold back into an even more desperate hell.

Bruce's feet slipped on the slag, and he desperately tried to crawl toward Puser.

But its hind leg couldn't exert any force, or rather, it wasn't strong enough; such a speed was too slow for the predators behind it.

The Rock-Shattering Demon Worm was already close at hand, its scythe-like mouths, carrying a strong fishy smell, rushing towards the back of his neck.

He could even feel the icy chill, enough to tear flesh, as the serrated teeth on the demonic insect's mouthparts brushed against its scales.

He is going to die.

Like their people buried underground.

Before he died, Bruce remembered what the old shaman of his tribe had said: kobolds are ants in the mud, but snacks for the strong.

Those tribesmen who crawled to the ground were either devoured by even more ferocious monsters or used as practice targets by passing adventurers, leaving not even bone fragments behind.

They spent their entire lives digging tunnels, hiding, and scrambling for those scraps of ore that others disdained.

But now even the underground has been completely occupied. Facing these powerful magical beasts, even the chance to survive depends on the whims of the stronger ones.

"Boom—"

Azure lightning suddenly erupted from Puse's mouth, its scorching light accompanied by thunderous roars, instantly engulfing the Silver-Shattering Demon Insects.

The crystal shell emitted a piercing cracking sound under the high temperature, and silver-gray fragments mixed with molten liquid splashed everywhere.

The demonic insects' mournful cries were brutally swallowed up, leaving them no room to struggle before turning into a pile of charred remains emitting black smoke.

The embers landed on the back of Bruce's neck, burning him so badly that he shuddered violently, but he could no longer feel the icy chill of death.

He stood frozen in place, his cloudy eyes still brimming with lingering despair.

Poseidon flicked its tail, and as its wing membranes retracted, a gust of wind arose, dispersing the lingering smoke.

He looked down at the dog-headed man sprawled on the ground, his vertical pupils showing no pity and offering no explanation.

For example, why did they seem to sense the danger in the cave but not issue any warnings?

Instead, Bruce had to face Puse's questioning: "Scaled brat, tell me, where are your people?"

The dragon's gaze fell upon the kobold, a cold, cruel look, as if it were appraising merchandise.

It was as if if his answer was unsatisfactory, or if he had lost his usefulness, he would be ruthlessly abandoned.

That's right, a kobold family can mine and provide food for dragons, so they have considerable value.

But what use is the existence of a kobold?

It's completely useless, and might even be a hindrance.

This predictable outcome chilled Bruce to the bone, plunging him into panic.

Now most of his family has been devoured by the Rock-Shattering Demon Worms, and the whereabouts of another part are unknown. He is no longer of any use to him.

He might be abandoned by his owner.

Bruce's body trembled like a leaf, his head was lowered even further, his forehead pressed against the cold slag, and he didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

A painful whimper escaped his throat: "My people...most of them...were devoured by the demonic insects in the mine..."

"The rest...the rest scattered long ago...I don't know where they went..."

He dared not look up into Pu Se's eyes.

He could imagine the impatience and contempt in the dragon's eyes, and he could guess his fate.

They would either be casually slapped to death or thrown back into the mine tunnels to be fed to the demon worms, just like their tribesmen, leaving not even bones behind.

The wind in the mine, carrying the smell of gunpowder, blew by, and Pousser's silence was like a boulder, pressing down on Bruce and almost suffocating him.

After a long while, the dragon's deep voice finally rang out, carrying a hint of nonchalant consideration: "Scattered away?"

"Bruce, do you want revenge?"

Bruce certainly wanted revenge, but would a dragon retaliate against those Rock-Breaking Worms for the sake of its worthless servants?

Bruce, unaware of the outcome, nodded, his resentment making him say, "I want to."

"Alright then!" Puse pointed to the messy piles of slag below the mountain. "Don't go into the mines. Run north along the edge of these mine complexes, and be fast. Lure all those guys out!"

If you're not fast enough, you'll definitely be swallowed whole by the prey Rock-Breaking Demon Worms.

"Ah! Me?"

Pu Se glared at him: "If you don't go, am I supposed to go? Don't you want revenge anymore?"

But what's the difference between this and sending someone to their death?

"Can I not seek revenge?"

"No, you can't."

Bruce felt that his new master might be a bit of a beast.