I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Vivian's breathing was even, and she occasionally smacked her lips, leaving a trace of drool at the corner of her mouth, as if she had tasted something delicious in a dream.

Ian quietly removed the little feet that were pressing down on him and left the dragon's nest in a calm and graceful manner.

The power of the foot is terrifying, even under the fierce attack of such a great Dao.

The small fry and black dragon were utterly routed in less than three minutes, losing all their armor and weapons.

Vivian could only leave behind a wisp of pure magic, imbued with a rich fragrance, before falling into a deep sleep...

[Dragon Flame LV.1] → [Dragon Flame LV.2 (23/200)]

Ian was very satisfied with the upgraded Dragon Flame panel, and its level also increased to LV.44.

As expected of a dragon's talent, its effect on leveling up is quite significant.

It's just that Vivian's resistance threshold seems to have become slightly higher.

However, the progress of the analysis of the dragon flame was as slow as the previous two times.

At this rate, by the time Vivian evolves to be immune to foot ulcers, Dragon Flame probably won't have reached its maximum level.

Ian muttered to himself, "I'll have to gradually upgrade my massage techniques..."

Ian shook his head, no longer thinking about the massage.

Instead, he began to think about how to use [Magic Vein Weaving] to build the "spectacle" that Vivian wanted, or to plant some rare magical plants.

While Ian was "massaging" Vivian, he tried to ask her about the current situation in Dragon Territory.

For example, questions like: How many people live in Dragon Territory? What races are there? What do they eat and drink? What can they grow?

"what?"

Vivian could only open her mouth and say "Ahhh?", completely clueless.

But when it comes to what good food is left, she instantly remembers that she only has three Dreamy Silver Dewberries left, and then comes a long list of dishes...

This made Ian realize that when it came to serious matters, asking her about that silly dragon was unreliable.

Thinking it over, Ian had rolled out of the dragon's lair and bumped into someone.

To be precise, it was a collision with two long legs encased in black dresses.

Charles looked down at the dark blue jelly at his feet and remained silent for two seconds.

"...Lord Ian, are you practicing a new combat technique?"

"Yeah, a human bomb tank." Ian sprang to his feet, shaking himself. "You... finished moving them?"

"Report." Charles rubbed his temples. Vampires don't need sleep, but his dark circles were so deep that he needed foundation to cover them. "The core network map has been delivered to Miss Kiki. The cutting operation is 70% complete and is expected to be shipped within three days."

He paused, his tone complex:

"Where is Lady Vivian?"

"Going to sleep."

Charles glanced into the depths of the dragon's lair and could vaguely see a small black figure curled up amidst the golden mountains and silver sea, holding a half-eaten box of desserts in its hand.

Ian's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his voice: "Don't disturb her sleep. There are some things I want to ask the butler."

"Come with me." Charles led him to a sheltered rocky platform outside the dragon's nest.

This place was once the burial site of a high-ranking adventurer.

After Vivian blasted the other person into the wall, she dug out the corpse and armor and threw them away, leaving only a concave, curved space that could barely serve as a "reception area".

Ian asked, "How many people are there in Dragon Territory?"

"countless."

Ian rephrased his question: "I mean the tribe that is completely subservient to Lady Vivian."

Charles counted on his fingers one by one: "The Minotaur tribe of Angry Horn, about two hundred. Thor's elemental creature group, more than fifty high-ranking individuals. My vampire servants, less than two hundred. Miss Kiki's dwarves, more than five hundred. There are quite a few crystal spiders, but only a dozen or so can transform into humans. There are nearly a hundred rock monsters, all of them are idiots, they can stand still for ten years without orders."

Charles paused to think for a moment, then said, "That's all."

Ian was silent for two seconds.

"In this vast monster forest, what about the other races?"

"They live within the Dragon Territory, but are not considered citizens of the Dragon Territory." Charles stated this as if it were common knowledge. "They are self-sufficient and independent of each other. Lady Vivian doesn't care, and they are happy to be free."

Why?

"Why? Why?"

"Why don't they move to live near the dragon's nest?"

Charles glanced at him as if it were a stupid question.

"...There's no food."

Three words.

Clean and neat.

Ian paused for a moment, then continued, "Why can't we farm?"

"The Throat of Ember is an active volcano." Charles tapped the rock beneath his feet with his toe. "The soil is corrupted and barren; ordinary crops can't grow there."

"Besides, dragons live here. No prey dares to come near. Not counting the minotaurs who can produce milk just by eating grass, there are only a few hundred people who barely survive by hunting. Any more and there won't be enough land to go around, and they'll all starve to death."

Charles turned to look at the vast forest in the distance and continued, "So the tribes are scattered everywhere, finding their own food. They all need large enough hunting grounds or farmlands to support their tribes..."

When Ian heard this, he felt that Lilith had deceived him too deeply!

He originally thought that as long as he could win over Vivian, the Dragon Territory's "million troops" would be easily captured. However, the Dragon Territory could only barely muster a team of three hundred warriors.

However, Ian could only blame himself for believing Lilith's words too easily.

Judging from Lilith's obsessive fangirl demeanor, coupled with her chuunibyou (delusional) personality, it's easy to see why.

I can only believe about 10% of what she says from now on, no more than that...

Fortunately, Vivian still possesses considerable fighting skills.

Even if he couldn't become the instructor of the 800,000 Imperial Guards, clinging to Vivian's coattails, enjoying life in Dragon Territory, and experiencing a fantasy world to the fullest wouldn't be so bad.

Out of caution, Ian couldn't resist asking again, "So Vivian's individual strength must be the best on the continent, right?"

Upon hearing this, the old vampire chuckled softly, "Ha... so you still believe Lilith?"

Ian was immediately shocked. Could this be false? Aren't dragons invincible?!

"The brave are the strongest in this world; they are favored by the will of the world and can break through the upper limit of their rank..."

Charles looked around for a while.

He suddenly flicked his finger, and a bat flew out from his fingertip, landing at the entrance of the dragon's nest and observing for a moment. He confirmed that Vivian was still fast asleep.

Charles then crouched down closer to Ian and whispered, "In the thirty years that Vivian ruled the Monster Forest, she abandoned her home and ran away with treasures three times!"

Then Charles tapped the hero's badge on Ian's head.

"Until three years ago, the continent's number one hero came here to slay the dragon. Vivian and a dozen of us legendary monster leaders ambushed and ganged up on him to kill the continent's number one hero, and only then did we have a period of peace."

(ÒωÓױ)！

what? !

Ian was getting restless and quickly asked, "What about the other heroes? We should strike first!"

Charles glanced at Ian, seemingly mocking his ignorance.

"The human kingdoms are hiding them all, and besides... besides heroes, the human kingdoms also have countless legendary adventurers, archmages, and even artifacts..."

Ian listened.

Screw enjoying life!

I must start farming immediately! I must take in other monster races and build countless war wonders! I must lead Vivian to truly unify the monster forest!

Perhaps only in this way can we resist the encroachment of human power...