If you don't want to just drift through life, you have to go through time.

The Black Horned Dragon, having been attacked, nimbly rose to its feet with a speed befitting its bulky and massive size. Its yellow, beastly eyes, exuding the aura of a superior being, swept across its surroundings as if searching for the thief who had ambushed it.

Then I saw the little golem dancing and waving its arms in front of me.

It's described as dancing wildly, but it's really just waving its arms and jumping around; it doesn't do anything more.

But in the dragon's eyes, it was nothing but trash, a mere stink bug, yet it dared to provoke it. The Black Horned Dragon raised its forepaw and slammed it down.

But before that, the little golem shrunk itself into a ball and rolled nimbly in all directions, causing the dragon's claws to miss and only manage to hit the ground, raising thick smoke.

That's right.

This is Truman's method: walking the dog!

With a size and agility far smaller than a dragon, it rolls back and forth on flat ground, forcing its opponent to lose its grip and thus buying time. This move is called—

Spin, little top!

The little golem rolled around at the dragon's feet, occasionally bouncing off and bumping into the dragon. Although it didn't hurt the dragon at all, such provocation was absolutely unacceptable.

The dragon raised its claws to grab, swung its tail back and forth, and flapped its wings continuously.

It may not sound like much, but that's the confidence of those at the top of the food chain. I can make countless mistakes, but you can only make one. If you get hit by claws, tail, or wings, most creatures will die instantly.

However, the little golem was exceptionally agile. It cleverly took advantage of the fact that large creatures could not accelerate when turning, rolling back and forth on the dragon's body like an insect, leaving the dragon helpless against it.

This is all thanks to Truman's excellent teaching.

At first, I only used the little golem as a tool for the guild to drag the giant toad, but I gradually discovered more of its uses, such as being particularly convenient as bait for monsters.

The Little Golem, requiring only 5 skill points, is an essential helper for home, travel, and adventure! Highly recommended for novice adventurers!

"roar--------"

"Oh no, the dragon is enraged!"

The sudden roar of the dragon startled Truman. He grabbed onto a tree trunk to keep from falling. For him now, the dragon was still too powerful a monster, and his chances of winning in a head-on confrontation were almost zero.

Seeing the dragon raging in the center of the arena, Truman actually felt happy.

Get angry, get angry.

Losing one's mind is just the beginning of the next step.

Adult dragons are no less intelligent than normal people. After realizing that it had been tricked, the first reaction of the black horned dragon was to take flight—as the overlord of the sky, the sky is its home ground.

Moreover, it doesn't believe that a mere little golem can fly; rather, it's saying, "If you keep showing off, you can make the little golem fly!"

The black horned dragon flapped its wings.

Just as its feet left the ground and its intelligence began to take over—

"—Restraint!!"

A rope woven from green vines ambushed it from the shadows and bound its feet in the blink of an eye.

It's Truman.

He'd been waiting for this moment.

Normally, the hardness of mere green vines wouldn't meet the standard, but he used a clever trick, soaking the woven rope in Frilian's toughness potion, greatly enhancing the rope's continuous strength.

ten minutes.

You just need to hold on for ten minutes.

Truman tied the other end of the rope to a thick tree trunk on the edge of the cliff to tether the ever-flying Blackhorn Dragon. But that wasn't enough; the rope might hold, but the tree would snap.

Therefore, the third step is—

"ridicule!!"

The Knight's standard skills.

Truman used a skill to draw the Black Horned Dragon's aggro, and when the Black Horned Dragon turned its head towards him, he used another skill.

"Infiltrate!!"

Conceal your form and eliminate hatred.

Then the little golem jumps out again, attacks the black horned dragon to attract its aggro, and repeats this cycle of switching back and forth.

Hey, I jumped out!

Hey, I jumped back!

I jumped out again! I jumped out again!

Slightly!

You hit me, you idiot!

Although the Black Horned Dragon took flight, it was trapped in mid-air, unable to fly away or come down, stuck there like a stinky silver dragon.

"Hehehe, you've got no choice, haven't you? Still want to fight back? If someone like you could fight back, I'd eat that little golem right here and now—"

"roar------"

"Waaaaaah!!!"

Just as Truman was about to use his taunt skill to draw aggro, the Black Horned Dragon seemed to have seized the opportunity and suddenly spat out a ball of fire at him. If he hadn't scrambled to his feet, he would have been roasted into a 'truman slice'.

The flames fell into the forest, creating a deafening explosion that sent thick smoke billowing into the depths of the woods, and the animals scattered and fled once again.

Truman dared not make any more sarcastic remarks.

"Frilian, aren't you ready yet!?"

He shouted at the elven mage floating in the air.

"It's all prepared."

"Then why don't you make a move!"

"Sorry, I saw you having a lot of fun playing with it, so I thought you were really into walking dragons."

How is that possible?!

Floating high in the air, Frillie's expression remained calm. It was hard to tell whether she was genuinely oblivious or deliberately ignoring Truman.

Despite Truman's complaints, she still raised her magic wand high.

"Although the method was somewhat amusing, well done, Truman, you did a great job protecting the target and even restraining him. Now, let me make my move."

After she finished speaking, specks of magic, like starlight, gathered around her, swirling around and radiating a powerful aura, yet appearing both sacred and beautiful.

Even during the day, the orb of light surrounding her was clearly visible.

"—Little Comet."

The next second, starlight rained down from the sky.

Beams of light, trailing long tails, rained down, striking the Black Horned Dragon repeatedly and easily piercing through it, creating countless craters in the ground.

The attacked Blackhorn Dragon also turned to ashes and disappeared amidst painful roars, leaving only a huge black horn as proof that it had once existed.

Frilian descended slowly.

She let out a breath; that spell had clearly consumed a lot of energy. Of course, the target was a dragon; a weaker spell might not even have been able to penetrate its defenses.

"Truman, how was that move just now?"

"So cool!"

"...Is that all?"

"Apart from that, it looks beautiful."

"yes."

Frillie remained noncommittal.

Truman blinked.

Strange, did my praise not suit her taste? Or should I have exaggerated it even more? When did Frilian start liking to be flattered? And, was this a trick she always used?

At that moment, the little golem, holding up its black horns with both hands, staggered over to the two of them.

"Thank you."

Truman patted its head and handed the horn to Frillie, asking, "Here. Is this horn for some kind of potion? Or is it a medium for some kind of magic?"

"Both are true. Let me show you."

Frillie opened her suitcase on the spot, then kept taking out bottles and jars from it. She then asked the little golem to grind the black dragon horn into powder and then combine all the contents of the bottles and jars together.

It seems like this is the only thing she's missing.

Then Frilian applied the black liquid she had created to her hair and muttered some strange incantation. The liquid, made from black dragon horns, continued to rise, and in the blink of an eye, her beautiful silver hair was painted black.

"How is it?"

"You asked how it is... this stuff isn't just for dyeing hair, is it?"

"That's right. A drug that can naturally dye hair black without damaging it—don't you think that's amazing?"

"……Hello!!"

After going through all the trouble of finding the Black Horned Dragon and painstakingly killing it to get its horn, it turns out it was all for making hair dye!

Is there really nothing wrong with her head?