I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Chapter 104 Post-War Report

The stone slabs of the dragon's nest are cold.

Ian lay on top of it, feeling his gelatinous body completely hollow inside and out. It felt like working on a project for three days straight and then being dragged to a club on the last day—not only was his CPU burned out, but even his RAM was reduced to ashes.

The golden specks within the gelatinous body spun lazily, moving at a speed so slow they were almost motionless.

"What time is it now?" Ian asked weakly.

no answer.

Ian then noticed that there was no one around.

This shows a complete lack of care and concern for elderly women living alone.

Ian tried to lift one of the tentacles.

The tentacle writhed limply, like a maggot, and after rising only five centimeters, it slammed back to the ground with a "plop".

"Fine," Ian resigned himself to his fate, "promoted to maggot-level leadership."

The slime lay there, beginning to reminisce.

The last image I remember was two lava lizards stacked on top of each other, one lying on top and the other carrying it on the bottom, like a damn otherworldly version of a human pyramid.

Then I think I did something really crazy—drained my magic? Inflated myself into a slime balloon? And then cast a forbidden spell?

They trapped two high-level beings at once—no, I should say half-legendary beings!

And then————

Angry Horn killed one, Charles and the minotaurs are in bad shape, and the other one needs to recover—that's right! Vivian!

I remembered.

I feel like I've done something even more despicable.

They lured Vivian, who had turned into a baby dragon while sleeping, out and smeared the lizard dragon's face with dessert. Then, the baby dragon roared and instantly killed the thing.

"Tsk," Ian commented of himself, "Incredibly cunning."

I wonder what's going on outside now.

Ian tried to mobilize a sliver of his mental energy and switched to the clone closest to him in the outside world.

The sound came in intermittently.

"—The gap in the west wall is the largest; it will take twenty minotaurs to move the stones—"

"A small portion of the medicinal herb field was trampled and damaged."

"—Thirty-seven goblins collapsed from exhaustion, and Googoo is bragging that he killed a hundred monsters by pressing runes—"

"The cafeteria is overflowing with food; we're having a barbecue for four days straight starting tomorrow!"

"And there's a lot more material now —"

As Ian listened, a post-war report automatically formed in his mind.

"Not bad," Ian thought to himself. "Not only did we not lose money, but we actually made a huge profit. These monsters are here to provide Dragon Territory with extra food and money."

As Ian was thinking, footsteps approached from afar.

It was very light, but deliberately made a little heavier, as if to remind him that someone was coming.

Lilith walked over to him, squatted down, and stared at him with her silver eyes for a few seconds.

"Still alive?" she asked.

"Alive," Ian said, "just a little weak."

Lilith reached out and poked his gelatinous body with her fingertip. She didn't use any force, just touched it.

"Charles sent me to check if you were awake," she said. "If you are, I'll tell you that Dragon Territory wasn't lost, the demonic tide has receded, and everyone is cleaning up the battlefield. And—"

She paused, a strange expression on her face.

"Your last move was pretty unethical."

Ian's light flickered, which could be considered a smile.

"As long as it works."

Lilith didn't argue. After a few seconds of silence, she suddenly whispered, "Thanks."

Ian was taken aback: "Thank me for what?"

"We didn't all die there." Lilith turned her face away. "Although the method was...abstract."

Ian understood. It was rare for this chuunibyou (delusional) devil to speak a human word.

"Alright, stop being so dramatic." Ian tried to lighten the mood. "Help me up. I can still fight another three hundred rounds."

Lilith didn't move, she just looked at him: "Can you move now?"

"cannot."

"Then what are you talking about?"

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"Just venting my frustration."

Lilith rolled her eyes, but still reached out and picked up the whole lump of slime.

The movements weren't exactly gentle, but they didn't deform him either.

"Where is Charles?" Ian asked.

"We'll discuss with Angry Horn how to repair the breach in the west wall." Lilith carried him outside. "Are you going over there?"

"Let's go take a look," Ian said. "He's a big shot now, he needs to show his face."

The western wall, or rather, the former western wall.

Now only a large gap remains, wide enough for two carriages to drive side by side.

Broken cement blocks and rubble were scattered all over the ground, with charred marks from lava still visible at the edges. A strange stench, a mixture of blood, sulfur, and dust, filled the air.

Angry Horn was squatting by the gap, gesturing with his large hands.

His left shoulder was wrapped in thick bandages, with dark red bloodstains seeping through, but he seemed completely unconcerned, and his voice remained loud and clear.

"Over here! Yes! This rock is big enough to block it!"

Several minotaur warriors laboriously carried a boulder about half a person's height towards the gap.

Charles stood a little further away, holding a small notebook and occasionally scribbling a few lines.

Lilith carried Ian over.

"Charles," Ian began.

The old butler looked up and saw the dark blue jelly that Lilith was holding in her hands, and a tired look of "I knew it" appeared on his face.

"Lord Ian, you're awake." His voice was hoarse from staying up all night. "How are you feeling?"

"It felt like I was trampled on by eighty Vivians in turn," Ian said frankly. "Tell me about it."

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Charles closed his notebook and began his report. His speech was steady and clear, and every number was accurate to the single digit.

"Twenty-seven Minotaur warriors were lightly wounded, and five were seriously wounded. No one was killed. The seriously wounded have received initial treatment from Miss Barbara and Murky, and are not in life-threatening condition."

"Thirty goblins died, but they seemed pretty happy, saying it was their first time fighting and that's how many died."

"As for other gains, such as this one, you can check my records."

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He handed over the notebook, which Lilith took and held up to Ian.

Ian glanced at it. The dense array of numbers made his eyes dizzy.

"The two Tier 7 Lava Lizard carcasses have been moved to an open area and are awaiting processing. Their scales and crystal cores are quite valuable, their flesh is edible, and their bones can be used as high-grade building materials or alchemy materials."

After hearing this, Ian felt more confident.

No one died, that's the biggest victory. Things can be repaired if they're broken, and magic crystals can be made again if they run out. As long as people are still alive, Dragon Territory won't fall.

"Well done. Really."

At this moment, Angry Horn approached, a big smile spreading across his face.

"Mother of the Earth! You're awake!" His voice boomed, making Ian's skin crawl. "That last move of yours was too powerful! I almost thought you were going to explode!"

"Almost," Ian said. "I won't do it like that next time."

"No!" the angry horn cried out. "How cool it is! Such a huge patch of stinking mud!"

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How could I be so stupid as to insist on talking about this with these musclemen?

Ian turned to Charles: "I'll leave the reconstruction work to you, sir. I'll come back to help once I've regained some of my magic."

Charles nodded and turned to make the arrangements. His back was still upright, but his steps were noticeably unsteady.

Ian looked at him and sighed inwardly.

This former legendary vampire is now playing the role of both father and mother, and also has to work as a contractor.

"Lilith," he called to the Shadow Fairy who was about to leave.

"Um?"

"Go get me some food," Ian said. "The slime needs to replenish its energy too."

Lilith raised an eyebrow: "What are you eating? We're out of magic crystals."

"Regular food will do," Ian said. "Get some fruit, mash it into a puree. Add some sugar, the more the better."

He desperately needs sugar right now; it's a psychological need.

After surviving such an ordeal, you need to eat something sweet to calm your nerves.

Lilith pursed her lips, but went anyway.

Ian was placed on a relatively flat rock, watching the busy scene before him.

Minotaur men were moving stones, rabbit men were clearing away debris, and goblins lay sprawled on the ground, snoring. Sunlight shone on the ruins, and dust danced in the beams of light.

Everything is slowly returning to normal.

Ian suddenly realized, "I need to hurry back to Lan. I might have to take care of the kids later."

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