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

The black dragon has deep-set eye sockets and prominent open blowholes, making it look like a skull, hence its nickname "skull dragon".

It usually has a pair of curved, segmented horns, which are bone-white near the base and darken towards the end, eventually turning dead black.

As the black dragon aged, its horns and surrounding flesh deteriorated as if corroded by strong acid, leaving only a thin layer of skin.

As the most volatile and despicable race among the chromatic dragons, the black dragons collect the remains of the violently deceased along with their treasures.

They abhor the rise of the weak and relish witnessing the collapse of the humanoid kingdom.

They usually consider foul-smelling swamps and the ruins of destroyed kingdoms as their ideal home.

The Black Dragons hoard treasures and magical items from conquered kingdoms to demonstrate their greatness.

The longer one lives and the more civilizations one experiences, the more one will crave the wealth that the current civilization seeks to acquire.

The cowardly kobolds would undoubtedly worship such a powerful being.

Furthermore, because of the black dragon's evil and brutality, the kobolds would deliberately kill kind creatures that approached their territory in order to please their master.

This is not the outcome Bruce wanted.

He returned, back to the tribe he had longed for, but everything had changed beyond recognition.

In his memory, the tribe would huddle together in narrow caves on rainy nights, listening to the old priest tell the legend of the dragon, how the dragon protected the weak and how it coexisted with the tribe.

After he followed a blue master, the kobolds of the tribe chose a black master.

The tribe had long since gained new followers and a new faith.

Is he going to betray his own beliefs?

Bruce is gone.

He left the kobold tribe, and even forgot how he left.

With the old priest's sigh, Bruce left the swamp in a daze and led the fairies back into the forest.

However, the long journey had drained the kobold of his energy.

Bruce's mind and body were already on the verge of collapse, and when his hope gradually died out, he broke down in an instant.

The wind in the forest swirled withered leaves, rustling past the treetops, and even the birdsong seemed to be muted.

The fairies followed behind Bruce.

Finney had long since stopped jumping around and was quietly holding a half-eaten berry in her arms.

Lia still held the magic mirror, her lowered eyelashes concealing the emotions in her eyes. She only occasionally glanced up at the staggering figure in front of her before quickly lowering her head again.

Ella and Bruce kept a distance that was neither too close nor too far, as if they were afraid of disturbing him, or as if they were afraid that he would suddenly collapse.

The magic mirror was unusually quiet, its former arrogant and sarcastic demeanor completely gone.

Its mirror-like surface was covered with a thin layer of dust and mist, reflecting only the gray sky and a few withered yellow leaves swept away by the wind.

No one spoke.

Only Bruce's footsteps, heavy and light, tapped on the fallen leaves, as if striking someone's heartstrings, so dull it was hard to breathe.

"Thank you, let's go back now."

As the kobold spoke, he lifted his increasingly heavy foot.

Bruce is dead.

He died a month after returning to the flower garden.

The wind in the flowerbed carries the fragrance of flowers, gently caressing every inch of the land, a stark contrast to the damp, decaying smell of the swamp.

The fairies worked together to bury Bruce in the very heart of the flowerbed.

The fairy's flower garden has no seasons.

There bloomed the most vibrant flowers in the entire flowerbed, red like burning flames, purple like frozen sunset clouds, their petals always glistening with morning dew, shining like the light in Bruce's eyes back then.

Leah put down the magic mirror from her arms and carefully placed Bruce's polished stone axe on the grave mound as a tombstone.

The fairies planted starflowers on the grave.

This flower is quite ordinary during the day, but at night, it blooms in vast swathes, like a flowing galaxy.

The stone axe eventually became a treasure of the fairy, but not as a spoil of war; rather, it was a keepsake from a close friend.

Finnie scattered all the collected flower petals beside the axe handle, her eyes red, and suddenly burst into loud sobs.

The magic mirror was placed next to the stone axe, and its surface had become somewhat dim at some point.

It reflected the flowers on the grave, the clouds in the sky, and the silent backs of the five fairies.

It didn't speak, didn't mock, and even fulfilled Bruce's last wish before he died: to take one last look at his sleeping boss.

The wind rustled through the flowers, making a soft, whispering sound, like someone murmuring softly.

Here, there is no swamp fog, no black dragon shadow, only wildflowers covering the mountains and fields, accompanying the kobold who failed to lead his people to the light, as he sleeps peacefully in eternal rest.

The weather is getting colder.

The chill deep within the cave complex was more biting than the warm breeze in the flowerbed, and the icicles that had frozen on the rock strata hung down like swords, scattering and refracting the faint light that filtered in.

For Puse, nearly half a year was nothing more than a deep sleep.

His size had quietly increased, growing from a young blue dragon that was only about eleven meters long to a teenager with a body length of fourteen meters.

His scales grew thicker and thicker, gleaming with a cold, soft light in the darkness, their edges covered with a thin layer of frost that chilled to the touch.

The dragon's horns were thicker than before, with sharp curves like crescent moons. Its body lay horizontally on the ice rock in the center of the cave, its heavy weight pressing a shallow mark into the hard rock.

With each rise and fall of his chest, white mist carrying the smell of ozone slowly exhaled from his nostrils, landing on the sand and instantly forming a thin layer of frost.

Even just existing inside the cave, the surrounding environment has already been transformed into the prototype of a desert.

Life energy has officially reached level 9.

Having just completed its transformation, it has already reached the pinnacle of the juvenile blue dragon.

Only a young blue dragon approaching adolescence would possess such immense life energy.

With such high life energy and numerous talents, the challenge level of Puse is even more unknown.

[You have now completed the new final chapter of "Fairies and Kobolds," titled "The Kobolds Return Home."]

You have gained the talent: 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.]

[Your talents have been detected as: Noble Dragon, Fairy Miracle, Forest Deterrencer, Life Affinity, Dragon Claw Enhancement, and Fall Asleep]

The arrogant "Ultimate Darkness" refuses to share the "Noble Dragon" with the Apostles.

You can share one to five talents with a selected apostle, and each talent can only be shared once. It can only be shared again after the apostle dies.

The chill in the cave had lessened somewhat, and the icicles on the rock strata made a soft crackling sound. Melting water droplets meandered down the rock walls, leaving small damp marks on the sand.

Puse's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a layer of fine ice crystals fell from the frost-covered scales.

He slowly opened his eyes, his clear, ice-blue vertical pupils still shrouded in a lingering sleepiness, and he glanced blankly around the cave.

The fourteen-meter-long body twitched slightly, and the dragon claws subconsciously curled up, but it did not touch the familiar, warm moss from its memory.

He paused, his nose twitching slightly. He didn't smell the dry scent of the nest, but rather the unfamiliar smell of faint sand.

Puse's mind was still not quite clear.

He stared blankly at the rewards on the panel and the script for the upcoming film "New Glory Empire".