Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods

Longbo focused and silently reviewed the prompts in his mind again, finally confirming that the failed mission was to defeat the Black Death, not the Green Death beneath his feet.

After a long while, the Green Reaper's settlement finally arrived.

[You fought a fierce battle against the Green Reaper monster in the ocean of Pandora for three days and three nights, and finally won!]

[Gain 1 attribute point]

But Longbo ignored that at the moment.

His attention was focused on the previous prompt.

The mission to defeat the Black Death failed; it failed suddenly before he even set out to carry it out.

Longbo was completely baffled by this; it was the first time he had encountered such a situation, and he had never anticipated that something like this would happen.

With the Green Reaper's mission complete, Longbo left Pandora and returned to his original world.

His figure remains in Pandora's realm, but the outside world has shifted from Pandora to the Earth's core.

He did not leave the demon realm immediately, but sat on a boulder, head down, lost in thought.

The environment of Pandora's Wonderland is as magnificent as the scenery of Pandora itself, with all kinds of new plants nurturing endless vitality in this verdant world.

The mountain ranges rise and fall, and rivers and waterfalls of unknown origin outline pale blue veins in this mountain range that is almost the size of an international metropolis.

A magnetic field as powerful as Pandora permeates the entire "world," making the false sunlight appear increasingly real and turning the ubiquitous steam into clouds.

Majestic mountains float above Pandora's Magic Land, while several rainbows of swirling colors hang high, creating a fairyland-like scene with clouds and floating islands.

The wartdogs, still feeling the effects of the drastic environmental changes, spread out in all directions from the center of the mountains, rediscovering this transformed world.

The golden ship glanced up at the wartdog marking its territory, its silly horse-face showing a hint of disdain, before dragging the fire dragon's corpse and disappearing.

Longbo did not immediately observe the world; at this moment, he was still pondering the question of the Black Death.

But it wasn't that he was heartbroken over that one attribute point; rather, he was wondering why the mission had failed.

Has the time limit been reached?

It's unlikely; the Norn Messenger's quest is still hidden and there are no failure prompts whatsoever.

Did the Black Death die before he was able to carry out his mission?

That's quite possible, but we can't be completely certain.

After a long while, Longbo raised his head again and tried to communicate with the task panel.

"Is there anything like a failure replay function?"

Although the mission failed and everything was already set in stone, Longbo was still curious about what exactly had happened to the Black Death.

Not only that, he wanted to see what kind of world this unfortunate black dragon had gone to.

As Longbo's voice faded, the air seemed to freeze for a moment, and an imperceptible ripple spread.

This made Longbo even more certain that the panel could respond to him under certain special circumstances.

Many years ago, Longbo had just experienced a period of growth, and his ego inevitably became a little inflated, boasting that he was invincible.

At that moment, the panel presented him with two challenging tasks, which quickly calmed him down.

The air began to flow again, and a deep blue light screen, visible only to Longbo, unfolded before his eyes.

The final cutscene of the Black Death's defeat flashed before Longbo's eyes.

The first thing that catches the eye is a desolate world, devoid of any life, even to the naked eye.

The sky was as dark as ink, with streaks of lightning flashing and leaping in the clouds, and muffled thunder rumbling continuously.

The mountains, riddled with holes, lie across the earth like a dead giant beast, with countless canyon-like cracks and deep abysses that are the wounds that "killed" them.

The desolate landscape stretched endlessly, dotted with ruins of civilized cities and warships unlike anything Longbo had ever seen.

Black ash fell from the sky, almost everywhere, drifting very slowly, like a gray-black blizzard covering the ground with a thick black blanket.

The black blizzard seemed to be some kind of disaster in this world; anything that touched it would suffer scorching pain and die in agony.

In this world that seemed to be nothing but despair and death, the figure of a colossal creature appeared without warning.

In Longbo's understanding, the Black Death - Belial is a fire dragon from A Song of Ice and Fire.

It seemed to realize that it had entered an unfamiliar environment, and then landed on a wrecked warship.

The black dragon, over two hundred meters long, stood on the wreckage of the warship, stretching its long neck to look around. The unfamiliar environment and the intense pain in its body made it uneasy.

The omnipresent black blizzard quickly covered its body, and although it was no ordinary creature and was covered in thick scales, it still felt the burning pain.

So it endured the excruciating pain once again and flew beneath the clouds, its jet-black scales almost blending into the dim world.

Only the occasional flash of lightning could illuminate its shadow, which could almost cover a medieval town.

It flew for several hours in that world, and saw many humanoid creatures with animal features and surrounded by blood-red light in the distance, fighting long-eared humanoid creatures on the ground at speeds faster than sound.

Bellerion didn't know what it was, but it felt a deathly fear from every creature below it and had no intention of getting any closer.

It flew in another direction and eventually encountered a "human" that was also flying.

It resembled a petite human woman, dressed rather scantily, with a pair of small white wings growing from her lower back, a complex halo floating above her head, pink hair, colorful eyes, and stunning beauty.

The "human" was clearly stunned when he saw Bellerion, then his eyes lit up and he looked like a pervert.

"Dragon spirit? Demon spirit?"

"No, none of those seem to be it." The pink-haired creature's expression gradually crumbled, an inexplicable blush appearing on its face, its eyes seeming to be straining. "However, it seems to be a very valuable collectible head!!"

"Since we can't get the head of the dragon spirit, it doesn't seem like a bad idea to just use a head that looks similar as a starting point."

The angelic-looking creature conjured a scythe in its hand with a laugh, and before Bellerion could react, it had already severed its head.

The massive black dragon's corpse was severed, its blood splattering high into the sky before crashing heavily into the mountains. The scene ended with a faint sound of laughter.

The light screen disappeared, and it wasn't until several minutes later that Longbo snapped out of his reverie.

Black Death is really unlucky.

This was practically the only thought in Longbo's mind.

It existed at the top of the food chain in its original world, known as the Grim Reaper, but for unknown reasons, it went to another world and bumped into an elite monster in a high-magic world.

Before it could even realize what was happening, it was killed casually, its death extremely hasty.

How could a dragon be so unlucky?