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

[Quest Reward: Apostle Bond]

[Apostle Bond: Your chosen apostle can share some of your talents. The apostle will gain the "Dragon's Might Protection" effect, becoming immune to mental attacks from non-divine beings, and their stamina and mana regeneration speed will be increased by 50% when they are near you.]

"A new final chapter?" Puther glanced silently at Bruce on the ground. "Is this play finally coming to a new ending?"

Pusser muttered to himself, carefully examining the reward for this quest: "Sharing a portion of my talent..."

He knew perfectly well how excessive Puse's mechanism was, whether it was turned on or off.

Putting aside the [Noble Dragon], just consider the effect of the [Forest Deterrencer].

In the forest, the deterrent effect against monsters is increased by 30%, attack power is increased by 30%, and defense power is increased by 30%, all of which are pure percentage increases.

Isn't this exceeding the limit?

There's also "Fairy Miracle," which relates to personal wishes. For example, what if someone's dream is to rule the world...?

Even Poseidon couldn't guarantee what kind of blind boxes his miraculous creation would yield.

If future members of the family can acquire some of their own abilities, they will definitely be stat monsters or mechanic monsters, absolutely overpowered beings.

Puse felt it was necessary to do this task, but unfortunately he was about to fall into a deep sleep and enter the juvenile dragon stage.

The blue dragon observed the mission once more: "Does getting the fairies to help Bruce find his people necessarily require my involvement?"

"Does this mean I can just be a bystander and get the rewards for nothing?"

"But... is it really that simple?"

Pu Se suddenly found himself in a dilemma.

Logically, Puse should have taken the magic potion prepared by the fairy to help him fall asleep, then returned to his lair and immediately went into a deep sleep.

But now, Puse has encountered a mission and has three choices in front of him.

First, delay the time spent in slumber, guiding the entire process of the quest, all in order to obtain the final chapter's [Apostle Bond] reward.

This reward machine can be considered both excellent and completely useless, as it does not increase Puse's own strength in any way.

Currently, the only familiar he acknowledges is the kobold Bruce; the goblins… well, Puse treats them purely as tools.

Therefore, Puse has not yet obtained a powerful familiar. Even if he did, would Puse really be willing to share his abilities?

Keep in mind that the more abilities you share, the more your enemies will understand them.

Secondly, provide some assistance by handing the magic mirror to the fairy and encouraging the fairy to help Bruce find the location of the kobold tribe.

Then Puse went into a deep sleep.

Pu Se didn't know if this mission would fail. This was the second scenario he had encountered. As for the first one... there was still no news.

Third, that naturally means not caring about anything at all.

It was just a kobold; once it died, it's gone. As for the reward... if it didn't improve my abilities, it was useless.

Puse was least inclined towards this option; even a small amount is still something!

What if you need powerful familiars in the future? This reward might come in handy.

Pu Se was caught in a dilemma.

Just then, Bruce the kobold slowly awoke from his coma.

Bruce's eyelashes trembled, and his eyelids, covered in mineral dust, struggled to open a crack.

In the hazy vision, the dark blue dragon scales came into view before anything else.

That familiar color struck him like a thunderbolt, shattering his hazy consciousness.

He let out a hoarse groan, trying to sit up, but only felt a sharp pain in his limbs. He could only barely turn to his side and lie on the soft grass.

"Ah! Master is back..."

The kobold's expression became cheerful and happy, as if he had no fatigue at all.

He raised his finger to the ore in the sunlight, which he had dug out pickaxe by pickaxe in the mine over the past few months.

"Boss... what do you think..."

His voice carried a barely perceptible hint of ingratiation, along with a touch of anxiety at the possibility of rejection.

"This is my newly mined iron ore...it's even better than the previous one...would you like to try some...how about it?"

His gaze was fixed on Pu Se, and his tired face flushed with a sickly red from the sudden surprise.

In his view, the whole meaning of his existence was to offer the iron ore he had mined himself to his master.

Even though her body was on the verge of collapse, and her consciousness was still teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, this thought never wavered.

Puse stared at the few pieces of iron ore that gleamed with a dark metallic luster, a complex look flashing in his dragon eyes.

He wanted to turn away and refuse, but then he looked into Bruce's expectant eyes.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally lowered his head and used his sharp dragon teeth to pick up a piece of iron ore.

The moment the cold ore touched the tip of the tongue, a metallic, rusty taste exploded in the mouth.

To be honest, it tastes pretty good.

"Ugh, this is absolutely awful."

He shook his head, his voice filled with the arrogance and disdain characteristic of a dragon, as if the iron ore he had just tasted was some kind of unbearable torture.

"Even worse than the previous ones. Have you been slacking off in the mine these past few months?"

Bruce's eyes dimmed instantly, his jubilant expression froze on his face, as if he had been doused with cold water.

He lowered his head, his shoulders slumped slightly, and his voice was filled with deep disappointment: "I'm sorry, Master... I'll definitely dig up something better next time..."

"Of course." Puse interrupted him, raising his dragon claw and pointing towards the distant mine, his tone carrying an unquestionable command.

"I need to mine even harder in the future, I want purer ore, and I want to double the quantity."

"If you try to fool me with this kind of inferior iron ore again, you know what will happen."

He pretended not to see the angry looks the fairies were giving him and continued, "But you're digging too slowly. I need more scaled cubs to serve me."

"Bruce, my kin, do you wish to find your former kobold companions?"

"Companions?" Bruce's gaze was blank, as if he were lost in a distant memory.

Eight years ago, the cave had not yet been destroyed by the Rock-Breaking Demon Worms. Glowing moss grew on the cave ceiling, illuminating the entire tribe's cave with a faint glow.

Back then, he was just a little kid following behind the chieftain, enjoying learning how to hunt white insects from the old dog-headed man.

The tribe's old shaman would sit in the cave and use ore to draw the story of the dog-headed ancestors on the stone walls, saying that the glory of the diggers flowed in their blood and that as long as the hoe was fast enough, they could win the favor of the dragon.

His friends always loved to compete with him to dig the deepest veins of ore, seeing who could find the purest iron ore.

Although the partners all held their own opinions and always felt that the iron ore they had was better, they couldn't reach a good conclusion.

But the nests back then weren't as cold as they are now; they carried the scent of their companions and the warmth of their people, making them feel incredibly cozy.

The day the Rock-Breaking Demon Worms arrived, the darkness in the cave suddenly became terrifying.

He remembered the earth shaking, the screams of his companions, and the chieftain entrusting him with the mission of finding a new nest.

Unfortunately, he returned too late.