I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Chapter 103 The Majesty of the Baby Dragon

Deep within the dragon's nest, beside the sleeping young dragon Vivian, a fist-sized, almost imperceptible dark blue jelly began to move.

It quickly rolled to the side, where there would always be her unfinished snacks next to Vivian's scattered treasure pile.

With precision, it rolled up a beautifully packaged, high-end cream cake that exuded an enticing sweet aroma. Then, the tiny clone used its tentacles to firmly hold the cake and placed it on the tip of the baby dragon's nose.

"Lady Vivian~ Your favorite dessert is about to run away~~!" Ian's clone whispered in Vivian's ear.

Deep within the dragon's lair, Vivian, the young dragon curled up on the blanket, trembled slightly with her long eyelashes.

Even in the infantile mental state caused by deep sleep and the Abyss Curse, the word "dessert" remained etched into her DNA.

Keywords in A.

She groggily opened her golden vertical pupils, and her little nose twitched involuntarily.

She smelled it!

It smells like a cream cake!

And—it seems to be moving?

The young dragon focused her gaze somewhat blankly, just in time to see a tiny slime snatching the cream cake from the tip of her nose, along with all the other desserts being stuffed into that lump of gel!

The slime was stealthily hopping towards the battlefield: it was incredibly fast!

"Woo--Aww?"

The young dragon let out a confused whimper, but its body had already moved instinctively.

Being possessive of food, especially sweets, is Vivian's nature; she won't even take her favorite slime!

Suddenly, the baby dragon Vivian jumped up from the blanket and kicked off with all her might with her short legs!

Like a miniature black lightning bolt, it shot out of the dragon's lair in a flash.

They chased after the cake thief!

She was incredibly fast, and soon overtook the clone that was desperately trying to jump out.

"Moo! Do you think I'm some kind of monster if I don't roar? Take a bite of my rod—it's so hot!"

On the battlefield, the most honest ox is being beaten the most brutally.

The Lava Lizard Dragon was already making the Angry Horned Dragon howl repeatedly.

Other minotaurs rushed to help, but they couldn't even take a hit before being sent flying out of the core battlefield.

Although the angry horn looked miserable at the moment, it was still full of energy when it shouted, so it could probably hold on for a while longer.

As expected of a clan leader, he is indeed exceptionally talented!

Although it's a talent for taking beatings—

At that moment, in the center of the battlefield, the little lava lizard swept Angry Horn back several meters with its tail, and then spat out a lava fireball at Angry Horn!

A blazing fireball hurtled towards them.

In the blink of an eye, the young dragon Vivian rushed into the path between Ian's main body and the lava lizard dragon in order to intercept "Ian who stole the cake".

Her eyes were fixed on the cream cake being held up by her clone and getting closer and closer, completely ignoring the lava fireballs and the ferocious lizard dragon hurtling towards her.

At this critical moment, Ian's tiny clone made an extremely "sinister" move.

With all its might, the slime hurled the rolled-up cream cake at the head of the lava lizard, which had paused briefly after roaring and spitting fireballs!

The sweet cream cake traced a parabola.

Splat!

It landed right on the Lava Lizard's open, smoking mouth, and cream and cake crumbs covered its nose and teeth.

Lava Lizard Dragon: "————?"

Its rhythm was interrupted, and it paused subconsciously for a fraction of a second, as if trying to figure out what this sticky, fragrant thing on its face was.

In that split second, Vivian, the young dragon who was sprinting with all her might to retrieve the dessert, had already reached the lava lizard dragon.

She saw her beloved cake being "eaten" (burnt) by an ugly, fiery lizard.

What?!

"Whoa!!!"

The young dragon let out a sharp roar, a mixture of anger, grievance, and the instinct to protect its food.

Although it resembles a young dragon, although it has the mind of a child, and although it is in very poor condition now!

But she is Vivian Claudia Solnax, still a black dragon with a level of LV.81!

Even though their power is not fully utilized under the influence of the curse, the instincts and dignity of the dragon race cannot be violated!

Especially those who steal her snacks.

His crime deserves death!

The young dragon Vivian didn't perform any complicated spellcasting actions at all.

She simply followed her most primal instincts, opened her small mouth still bearing baby teeth, and roared a dragon's language at the lava lizard dragon that was right in front of her.

That sound—

It was deep and majestic, yet filled with a sense of destruction; there were no blazing flames, no dazzling pillars of breath.

But an invisible, terrifying dragon's might, mixed with pure dark magic, erupted like a tangible shockwave, centered on the young dragon!

This power is far beyond what Ian could create with his tiny dragon flame sparks.

This is the true manifestation of the might and power of a legendary dragon, striking directly at the soul and the very essence of life.

The Lava Lizard Dragon, which was the first to be hit, had its vertical pupils, which had just been rekindled with a berserk red light, instantly filled with boundless fear.

The lava flowing over its body suddenly extinguished, and its crystalline scales seemed to lose their luster. The absolute suppression from a higher level of life prevented it from even having the thought of struggling.

Immediately afterwards, the dark magic swept over its body.

The Lava Lizard Dragon's massive body trembled violently!

Then, like a sandcastle stripped of all its support, it collapsed silently and completely, the light in its eyes extinguished entirely.

It died, not from physical injury.

Instead, he died from a strange impact—perhaps it could be described as "his soul being scattered"?

Sold out instantly!

No fancy tricks or flashy instant kills!

Lilith's face flushed red as she murmured to herself, "So cool! I saw it again! The power that represents the end—"

"Sigh—why would I need to use a law-level ability to fight a high-level monster? My body will probably be in even worse shape now—" Charles frowned deeply.

After doing all this, the young dragon Vivian didn't even glance at the fallen lizard dragon corpse.

She landed with a thud, her round body taking short, shuffling steps to the lizard's head.

Vivian stared with her big, round eyes at the half-eaten cream cake still stuck to the lizard's head, a look of regret on her face.

"Awoo!"

She angrily exhaled a burst of hot breath.

Baby Dragon raised her short legs and delivered two more hard kicks to the lizard dragon's head.

Ian watched the dragon beat up the wyvern: "Yes, yes, that's it! What kind of dragon are you? What kind of dragon is Vivian? Do you even deserve to charge into Emberthroat?"

Vivian seemed to feel unsatisfied, and looked up again at the surrounding smoke and blood, wrinkling her little nose.

Just then.

Ian's clone handed over a perfectly intact cream cake.

Vivian's eyes lit up instantly.

Then, she snatched the dessert with her tail and skipped happily back towards the dragon's nest, her tail still swishing behind her.

From rushing out of the dragon's nest to instantly killing the seventh-tier lava lizard dragon, and then returning to the nest with the cake, the whole process took less than ten seconds.

The battlefield fell into an even deeper silence than before.

"Plan is perfect—if I had thought of it earlier, my body wouldn't be half-ruined—"

The next second, a wave of intense fatigue and weakness overwhelmed Ian, and his consciousness plunged into complete darkness.

Lilith was the first to react, quickly leaping out of the shadows and scooping up Ian's limp body.

Charles took a deep breath, suppressing his shock, and regained his composure as a butler.

"Angry Horn, lead the team to clear out the last remaining monsters. The rest of you, clean up the battlefield and treat the wounded."

The vampire's gaze involuntarily drifted once more towards the direction of the dragon's nest.

There, the young dragon Vivian has probably snuggled back into her blanket, clutching the cake she "reclaimed," and is fast asleep again.

The sunlight completely dispelled the smoke and dust from the battlefield.

Dragon's Territory has been defended.

In a way that no one expected, full of drama and the "majesty of the baby dragon".