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

As soon as the magic mirror finished speaking, Finney's hand holding the mirror froze, and the surrounding fugitives all looked confused.

No one knows who this being named "Puse" is, let alone the idea of ​​praising someone respectfully in front of a mirror for an hour.

But in this silence, in the deepest, most secluded cave of the Starfall Forest, the sleeping being suddenly heard a noise.

This was a colossal beast whose body had already occupied half of the cave.

Its scales were a deep, dark blue, and its wings were folded up on either side of its back, now rising and falling slightly with each breath, emitting a low hum.

Its length has long surpassed the limits of an ordinary young dragon.

The span of thirteen meters from the tip of the nose to the tip of the tail makes the stone pillars in the cave appear short.

Its claws were curled up beneath its body, their tips gleaming with a cold light, capable of easily tearing through steel, yet at this moment they were as quiet as a lurking darkness.

The magical ripples surrounding him should have been as still as stagnant water, but the moment the magic mirror finished speaking, they suddenly began to shimmer with fine light patterns.

This is the sleeping Pusser.

Its consciousness was still trapped in a hazy drowsiness when a cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang in its ears, penetrating the layers of its dream without warning.

[Ding, host in a dormant state detected, access to the first chapter of the script "Star Empire"]

[Script loading... 10%... 50%... 100%, loading complete.]

[Spacetime mapping in progress... Your identity has been successfully transferred...]

[You are Pthel Andragon Malygos, the "usurper" who lies hidden beneath the wings of the star dragon Kavismas, waiting for the opportune moment to seize the Empire and take its place!]

The "usurper" has issued you a mission: Show your talent.

[Initial Impression: Make at least 10000 Elias hear of "Puse's" fame and remember the power behind that fame, 0/10000]

[Reward: Body Shape Optimization I]

The "Ultimate Darkness" has issued you a mission: Sow the Seeds of Faith.

[Sowing Faith: Gain at least fifty Elijah exiles to acknowledge you as "The Protector of the Empire," and voluntarily spread your name, establishing the initial foundation of faith. 0/50]

[Reward: Prototype of Godhood]

The "boss" has given you a mission: Recruit followers and henchmen.

[Recruit Followers and Minions: Gain the following of one high-level professional (or ten mid-level professionals and one hundred low-level professionals)]

[Reward: Shadow Pact]

[“Nemesis”...after waking up, he stole a bit of the voyeur Green’s wisdom for you and fell back into a deep sleep.]

A series of cold, mechanical sounds exploded deep within my consciousness, but like a stone thrown into the deep sea, it only stirred up a ripple before being swallowed up by a heavy drowsiness.

Puse frowned almost imperceptibly, and its claws unconsciously curled up for a moment, as if it were about to be awakened from its slumber.

Fortunately, the potion provided by the fairies worked, and while Puse's consciousness was still floating in the boundless darkness, his breathing gradually calmed down.

Those words about the script, identity, and rewards are like fragmented light and shadow, flickering and impossible to grasp.

He was unaware that he had become a "usurper," and even less aware that in the distant forest, a group of people from a fallen kingdom were arguing fiercely over a single word of praise, all while holding a mischievous magic mirror.

Puse is still asleep.

The Levi people were still in a daze.

Karen looked down at the magic mirror floating in mid-air, a hint of deliberation flashing in her eyes.

A full hour of praise sounds utterly absurd.

But behind him were thousands of hungry and desperate eyes, the coughs of the elderly, the cries of children, and the flag that had been torn in half by the wind and rain.

As long as we can find out where the Star Dragon is, as long as we can find a place for Elia to settle down, what does this embarrassment matter?

Karen's lips slowly curved into a resolute line, her clear voice cutting through the surrounding noise: "I can, but... I rarely praise others, especially when it comes to compliments..."

The magic mirror trembled slightly and became even more excited when it heard that the boy in front of it rarely praised others.

Isn't it better to have a pure and innocent boy who has never been corrupted?

"If you don't know how to praise my master, then I can teach you. You just need to be willing to praise along with me."

Karen thought for a moment and then nodded.

It's just praising others, and there's nothing shameful about it. This small sacrifice is nothing to the people behind us.

Finney paused for a moment, then subconsciously handed the magic mirror to him: "You...you've thought this through? You're going to talk for a whole hour."

"There's nothing to think about."

Karen's gaze fell on the cold, silvery light of the mirror, her tone calm yet carrying an undeniable resolve.

"As long as I can get guidance, it's worth it, even if it takes longer than an hour."

He knew in his heart that this might be a hoax, or that the so-called whereabouts of the Starry Dragon might be a complete fabrication.

But he had no other choice.

Elijah's people were driven to desperation, and he would hold on tightly to even the faintest glimmer of hope.

The prince first ordered the group to continue, and then, guided by the magic mirror, he praised Puse.

Karen appeared somewhat embarrassed under the gaze of her subjects, but she was quickly drawn in by the descriptions in the magic mirror's praise.

Karen pursed her lips and then repeated it in a low voice.

"The massive spine supports a silhouette even more majestic than ancient mountain ranges!"

"Your scales are the deepest, darkest blue of the deep sea, blended with the darkest ink of the starry night; each scale is etched with the supreme majesty of the dragon race!"

The Magic Mirror's voice suddenly rose, as if chanting a special hymn: "Your folded wing membranes, hidden within their folds, possess the power to tear apart storms; when unfolded, they are enough to blot out half the sky!"

"Your claws are blades tempered with a cold gleam over thousands of years. The gleaming tip can easily pierce through steel and the armor of demons, yet when they slumber, they are so quietly concealed, like a dormant beast waiting for the moment to overturn the world!"

"Your head is hidden in the shadows, and even the low hum of your breath makes the stone pillars of the cave tremble. That is the unique pressure of a king, an aura that makes all living beings bow down!"

Karen read along and realized that the object of the magic mirror's praise was a giant dragon.

What is the connection between this giant dragon and the Starshine Dragon he is looking for?

As Karen offered her praise, the silver light in the magic mirror gradually softened.

The mirror's vibrations slowed considerably, clearly indicating great satisfaction with Karen's retelling.

As the last syllable of praise faded into the woods, it emitted a joyful hum.

"Very well, you lowly human, your praise has not disgraced my master's reputation."

Before she finished speaking, a pale blue light suddenly flowed out from the mirror and slowly unfolded in front of Karen.

It was a map formed from particles of light, and the outline of the Starfall Forest was clearly visible.

From their current location to the Starfall Forest, where the natural cave complex is located, they are connected by a shimmering silver thread.

"This is the place you've been looking for."