You were given the authority to tame beasts, not to raise unspeakable animals.

"Little guy?"

Gao Hao's gaze was fixed on the canvas bag that was already badly deformed.

He exhaled a cold breath from his nostrils, accompanied by a disdainful whistle.

"Hidden away, afraid that thing will be ruined if it gets exposed?"

Gao Hao took a step closer.

The Adam's apple bobbed up and down behind him, and in sync with its master's oppressive aura, it exhaled a heavy, foul breath.

The scalding smell of sulfur, accompanied by a sonic boom, crashed over, and sparks splattered onto the cement floor at Chen Mo's feet, leaving several grayish-white spots.

The remaining beasts in the surrounding iron cages suffered. Under the oppressive aura of this high-ranking creature, they even forgot to howl, only trembling instinctively. The stench of blood instantly overwhelmed the charred smell in the air, leaving wet patches on the ground.

The oppressive feeling brought by the bloodline of the ruler is engraved in the genetic chain. For these creatures that are barely surviving, this is a royal decree that they have no choice but to kneel down to.

"Chen Mo, listen to my advice."

Gao Hao patted the rough, warm scales of the Fiery Dragon with his palm, raised his chin, and looked down at the person in front of him.

"Get rid of that burden of yours. Taking this piece of trash out will only bring shame to Linjiang No. 1 Middle School. You might as well feed it to my Chiyan for a treat; that would be putting it to good use."

"Red Flame, go and search his bag."

Gao Hao flicked his fingers, the movement slow and deliberate.

The fiery dragon's vertical pupils gleamed with cruelty as it strode forward with heavy steps. It had a penchant for bullying the weak, especially those cowards who didn't even dare to resist.

The dragon's mouth opened slightly, and a wave of heat mixed with rotting flesh and sulfur rushed directly onto Chen Mo's face, blowing the stray hairs on his forehead backward.

Chen Mo remained rooted to the spot, not budging an inch.

Deep down, he was calming the restless little thing.

"Little Black, don't worry. The buffet isn't going anywhere."

[Ding! Hostility and arrogance detected towards the host. The Great Old One, Cthulhu (juvenile form), requests to participate in the battle.]

[System Notification: Juvenile ancient creatures feed on negative emotions. High-quality food detected: Dragon's fear.]

The fear of dragons?

Chen Mo's eyebrows twitched slightly. The fangs of the Fiery Dragon were only inches away from the backpack strap.

"I came out for some fresh air."

The sound of metal snapping shut was particularly jarring as fingertips gripped the zipper.

The zipper was only halfway open.

"grumble?"

A strange, muffled thud emerged from deep within the canvas bag, sounding like the shriveling of rubber after being compressed.

A dark, slippery tentacle slowly emerged from the crevice. It was only as thick as a finger, drooping limply, exuding an indescribable frailty and pitifulness.

Gao Hao clutched his stomach, his laughter almost bursting from his throat.

"Huh! What's that... uh?"

The laughter was abruptly cut off, stuck in the throat, turning into a hoarse, breathy sound.

Because he saw it.

The tip of that originally harmless tentacle suddenly cracked open without warning.

A dark golden vertical pupil suddenly appeared.

That is definitely not an organ that living beings in this world should have.

The pupils did not reflect the desolate scene of the abandoned beastyard; only distorted and chaotic stars and irrational geometric lines wandered wildly.

It merely rolled its eyes and looked at the sub-dragon in front of it.

Those who peer into the unspeakable darkness will surely be served at the dinner table by the darkness itself.

The eyes of the Fiery Dragon, which were originally full of ferocity, suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

In the perception of this low-dimensional creature, there were no tiny tentacles in sight.

It was clearly a mountain of flesh that stretched from the sky to the earth, its twisted shadows swallowing the heavens, and ancient murmurs drilling into its pitiful skull, shaking even its soul.

That was an absolute crushing force from the dimension of life, a myth looking down upon the crawler.

"Ouch... hiccup!"

The sparks in the Fire Dragon's throat were completely extinguished, and its vocal cords seemed to be tied in a knot, squeezing out a strange cry similar to that of a dying duck.

Pfft!

The two-meter-tall behemoth bent its front knees and spread its hind legs, kneeling on the ground in an extremely twisted and humble posture.

The luster on its crimson scales quickly faded, and its once proud head now seemed to want to burrow into the muddy, sewage-filled ground. Its massive body trembled violently, its usual ferocity completely gone.

Tick, tick.

A murky yellow liquid flowed down from the base of Yalong's hind legs, merging into the dirty water on the ground, instantly filling the air with an even more pungent, fishy stench.

There was a deathly silence all around; even the sound of breathing seemed to have been sucked away.

Gao Hao's expression froze into a stiff mass of muscles, like a poorly made wax figure. His henchmen behind him stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape and their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets, completely forgetting how to react.

"Crimson...Crimson Flame?"

Gao Hao's voice was dry, as if his throat was filled with sand.

"What are you doing? Get up! That's a piece of trash!"

The fiery dragon paid no heed. It only wanted to bury itself underground, as far away from the backpack as possible.

Chen Mo looked at the constantly updating data in his mind:

[Dragon-like fear ingestion increases Blackie's satiety by 10.]

[The Beastmaster was shocked by the acquisition, and his Ancient Points increased by 50.]

"Young Master Gao, your dragon is quite polite."

Chen Mo pressed the tentacle back into his bag and zipped it up.

"I really can't accept such a grand gesture on our first meeting."

As the zipper teeth closed, the suffocating, terrifying sense of oppression completely disappeared.

Like a drowning man surfacing, the Fiery Dragon gasped for breath, collapsing to the ground, unable to support itself, its eyes filled with a dazed terror.

Gao Hao's face turned a deep purplish-red, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He was confused about the situation, but one thing was clear—his face had been thoroughly humiliated today.

"Chen Mo! You treacherous villain!"

Gao Hao gritted his teeth, his voice squeezed out from between them.

"You must have used banned drugs, or you're hiding some dirty stuff! My Fiery Dragon is an A-grade bloodline, how could it possibly be afraid of your trash?"

"I'm puzzled too."

Chen Mo shrugged, his tone so sincere it made you want to take action.

"Perhaps your dragon has never seen such a unique little creature before, and it's been charmed by its cuteness?"

"you!"

Gao Hao was breathing heavily, and his hand trembled as he pointed at Chen Mo.

"Alright! See you in three days at the newcomer beast taming assessment! That's real combat, let's see if your trash can survive by just acting cute! I'm going to cripple that thing in front of the whole school!"

After uttering these harsh words, Gao Hao tried to drag his tamed beast away. But this usually arrogant dragon was now as limp as a puddle of mud, unable to exert any strength in its limbs, and was eventually dragged away by several of its henchmen.

Staring at the group's disheveled departing figures, the mockery in Chen Mo's eyes faded, replaced by a layer of frost.

"Disable it?"

He reached out and patted the side of his backpack, feeling a defiant, self-congratulatory gesture in his palm.

"Xiao Hei, in three days, we'll prepare a special meal for them."

An excited whisper came from the backpack. The voice was cold and slippery, but it made the smile in Chen Mo's eyes a little more genuine.