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

Kobolds that serve no purpose will be discarded.

Pluthor is a dragon, not a philanthropist. He needs useful servants, and now is the time for Bruce to prove his worth.

If Bruce has his own backing and doesn't dare to retaliate against the Rock-Breaking Worm, what's the point?

After thinking for a moment, Puse continued, "Bruce, I order you to keep running around the mine and lure those guys out."

"This is your value. If you are lucky enough to survive, you will pass my test and can continue to stay by my side."

Puse gave him no time to think, flapping its wings and leaping into the air, looking down at the entire earth.

Based on the analysis of the slag, this is a copper mine.

The dark green copper rust spots mixed in with the bluish-gray gravel, and the unique fishy smell of sulfur mixed with metal oxidation, all confirmed his speculation.

The mineral deposits appear to be substantial, and the kobolds' tunnels are extensive, indicating they've been entrenched here for quite some time.

"Copper ore...is neither good nor bad as food."

A glint of greed flashed in Puse's vertical pupils; the dragon's obsession with metal was etched into its very marrow.

Even a copper mine that isn't top-tier can accumulate into a considerable fortune.

Unfortunately, the kobold was ravaged by those rock-crushing worms, which angered him and made him want to avenge Bruce.

He hovered in mid-air, his wing membranes flapping gently, the resulting wind dispersing some of the smoke and dust above the mine pit, his gaze sweeping over the dark entrances to the mine tunnels.

Rock-crushing demons prefer to inhabit rock layers rich in metal. Their crystalline shells can absorb the metal elements in the ore and become hard, making this copper mine a natural nest for them.

The carapace of that demonic insect only had a faint copper sheen, and overall it was still silver-gray, indicating that it hadn't been there for very long.

There are probably more of their kind hidden deep in the mine, maybe even a larger queen, or maybe not. Puse had to make the worst-case scenario.

Bruce below was still trembling, his head buried deep in his chest.

Bruce's kobold nature told him that he should run away now, find a secluded corner to hide in, and secretly remember the hatred.

But reason told him that this was his only chance for revenge, and besides... where else could he run to?

In that cave, Bruce saw a large number of his tribesmen's corpses from a few days earlier.

Aside from some of them ending up inside the Rock-Breaking Demon Worm's belly, the rest have migrated somewhere unknown. Will he still be able to find the tribe?

The chances are too slim.

Fleeing will only leave him abandoned in the wilderness; only by demonstrating his value can he gain a chance of survival in the face of extreme danger.

Bruce looked north and suddenly let out a low growl, a hoarse and shrill sound, as if squeezing out the last bit of courage from the depths of his throat.

He stopped thinking about the terror of the demonic insects, and stopped thinking about Puse's cold gaze.

He channeled all his fear, resentment, and will to survive into the strength in his steps.

His feet dug deep into the slag heap, kicking up a cloud of gravel, and his small figure shot northward like an arrow released from a bow.

The wind whistled past his ears, scraping against his eardrums until they hurt.

He could hear the churning sounds coming closer and closer from the mine shaft, and he could smell the cold, fishy odor, but his steps did not falter in the slightest.

This isn't fleeing; it's gambling with your life.

If he wins the bet, he can live and avenge his people.

I lost the bet...

Then let him be buried with his clansmen, so that he may have a final resting place.

He kept running.

It felt like there was a lump of burning slag stuck in my chest, hot and stuffy, and every breath carried a strong smell of blood.

He stared at the open space at the edge of the northern mine, where the sunlight was brightest, so bright it could blind his cloudy eyes.

But that's also the place closest to death.

Suddenly he stumbled... and fell to the ground like a wretched old dog, making a laughable face-first fall.

Fortunately, Bruce had a really good day and ran into Puse in the forest, avenging the fairy's prank.

At that moment, Puse fell from the sky, having already torn apart three Rock-Breaking Worms that had emerged from the ground and were trying to devour Bruce.

They move quickly, but the pusser moves even faster.

The azure dragon in mid-air folded its wings and swooped down like a bolt of lightning.

The sharp dragon claws, carrying a strong wind, pierced directly through the crystal carapace of the demonic insect.

Thick, yellowish-green liquid splattered all over the ground. Before the demonic insect could even scream, it was dragged out of the ground and thrown onto the ground.

"The dragon claws are indeed sharper now."

Puser licked the blood of the Rock-Shattering Demon Worm in his palm: "It seems to have some kind of penetrating effect. Things that are usually difficult to cut through are now as easy to destroy as tearing a piece of tofu."

The main material of nails is keratin.

The material of dragon claws is also a hard, fibrous protein containing water, lipids, and a large amount of minerals.

Dragon claws can regenerate and become even tougher due to their high mineral content.

Now, Puse's dragon claws don't seem to have been enhanced; they seem to have undergone a complete mutation.

At the genetic level, these claws are fundamentally different from those of Puse; the black on the arms seems to be deeper.

Overall, Puser was very satisfied with the effect because it was more powerful.

After the Rock-Breaking Demon Worm failed to hunt repeatedly and was unable to return to its nest.

These creatures underground act on instinct, but they also have an intuition to sense danger and realize that there are stronger predators on the surface.

"The feeling of killing is truly wonderful!"

"If it weren't for Kavis's discipline, I would have been born in the desert, where everything I disliked would have been wiped out! It should have been like this a long time ago!"

"They all deserve to die, Green, Alistair, even Kawimas, humph... I'll spare her for the sake of raising me."

When you're out in the world, the most important thing is to forget your roots!

The dragon is getting a little too big for its britches!

Bruce is safe.

But he kept running, rushing forward towards that goal, towards that sunlit open space that symbolized hope.

Puse didn't stop, and continued to chew on the flesh of the Rock-Breaking Demon Worm.

This insect seems to have an exceptionally strong will to live; even after being cleaved into several pieces by its sharp claws, it was not quite dead and was rolling around in the sunlight.

However, it tastes quite good.

After the dragon claws crushed the demon insect's carapace, they revealed the tender white flesh inside, which had a slightly astringent metallic smell unique to copper ore, but no fishy smell.

When you bite down, the juice mixed with the yellowish-green liquid bursts out, and the texture is very chewy and elastic, unlike the soft and mushy texture of ordinary insects. Instead, it is more like chewing on a shellfish with a thin shell.

Poseidon's multi-stomach was already prepared. He swallowed the chunk of meat with bits of carapace attached, his vertical pupils filled with satisfaction.

This kind of prey, rich in metallic elements, is much more profitable than mining copper ore.

He chewed on the last piece of insect leg, glancing at Bruce who was still running wildly. The tip of his tail lightly swept across the ground, kicking up a cloud of slag.

Bruce finally reached the finish line.

He stood there, stunned. After the tension finally eased, his mind went blank, and he collapsed to the ground.

Puse didn't care how ridiculous the dog-headed man's state was.

Now that he has proven his abilities and is at least valuable as bait, the boss can arrange a place for him to go.

The underground rock-breaking demonic insects haven't been properly dealt with, so they definitely can't be left here.

Puse had no intention of killing all those guys underground.

This is not hatred, it is natural selection.

The Rock-Breaking Demon Worm is merely a magical beast, not an intelligent magical creature, i.e., a "monster," and it simply acts on instinct to seize territory.

Puse didn't have much to say.

If those are goblins, magical creatures deliberately targeting us, then we can take revenge on the goblin tribe in the name of revenge.

"Where should we place Bruce? Good Dragon hates kobolds, and with Green around, we can't place him near the lair either."

Hey!

He has an idea!