I am the Executioner Dragon, but a cute mod

Chapter 208: The Tragedy Caused by Feeding the Red Dragon

After feeding the red dragon for the first time, Jackson felt inexplicably cheerful. He hummed a song as he walked home. Shia saw him and asked with a smile:

"What happened? Why are you so happy?"

Jackson didn't reveal that he had fed the red dragon, fearing that Shia would worry or blame him. He gave a vague answer:

"It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of something happy."

Shia looked at Jackson suspiciously. Having been with Jackson for two years, she sensed that he was lying to her, but since Jackson was unwilling to say, she wouldn't ask.

"We're having pan-fried beef ribs today, come and sit down." Shia gestured for Jackson to sit down, then went to the kitchen and brought out the steaming plate of pan-fried beef ribs.

Smelling the rich aroma of beef fat, Jackson couldn't help but feel his appetite whetted. He couldn't wait to taste it, and after biting through the thin, crispy crust, the juices immediately burst in his mouth.

"Delicious!" Jackson exclaimed sincerely, devouring the fried beef ribs in a flash, not even leaving the grease at the bottom of the plate.

Seeing this, Shia couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle. She snatched the plate away, feigning annoyance:

"Alright, if you look like that, people will think I'm mistreating you. If you like it, I'll make it for you often in the future."

Jackson smiled, said nothing, and simply rested his chin on his hands, staring at Shia.

Feeling a little embarrassed by the way she was being stared at, Shia snorted and hurriedly turned her head away to wash the dishes.

In this lifestyle, Jackson would visit the red dragon whenever he had time and catch animals to feed it.

With the help of food, the red dragon's physical condition gradually improved, and it regained the strength to breathe. At the same time, it became exceptionally affectionate towards Jackson, even rubbing its head against him.

Stroking the red dragon's hard scales, Jackson couldn't help but feel glad that he hadn't killed it. He believed that he had already tamed the red dragon to some extent, and therefore naturally thought that the previous people's evaluation of dragons was just alarmist talk.

"It's just that it looks a bit fierce. In reality, it can be easily tamed as long as you give it some food." Jackson patted the red dragon's head and sighed.

To avoid worrying Shia, he hurried home after feeding the red dragon. The red dragon kept watching Jackson's departing figure, lost in thought.

Jackson fed the red dragon for half a month straight. Just as he was about to go find the red dragon as usual, Shia called out to him, "Jack, are you going out again?"

Jackson froze, turned to look at Shia, and couldn't help but wonder if Shia had discovered that he had been secretly feeding the red dragon.

Kexia simply said, "We're running out of salt at home, so I'll buy some on my way back."

Seeing that Shia didn't mention the red dragon, Jackson breathed a sigh of relief. He patted his chest and agreed to the matter before heading towards the nearest town.

When he encountered the red dragon still lying in the same spot along the way, he greeted it:

"We meet again, but we'll have to wait on the food for now. I have other things to do, so you can wait for me here."

Red Dragon didn't react, and Jackson didn't see the excitement and mockery that Red Dragon was trying to hide in his eyes. He went to the nearest town to buy salt.

Once Jackson disappeared from sight, the red dragon could no longer hide its excitement. Although its limbs were beyond saving due to severe injuries, it was still a dragon, with a strong body and intact wings.

To repay Jackson for saving its life, the red dragon turned its head to look in a certain direction. It had seen Jackson come from that direction many times and deduced that his residence was there.

The red dragon possesses 400 million olfactory receptors, enabling it to distinguish a person's sex from testosterone levels and sweat gland secretions. It detected a woman's scent on Jackson and determined that his family was in that direction.

Kill her, then kill him!

Thinking this, the red dragon spread its enormous fleshy wings and trembled.

wow

The wind pressure swept up the snowflakes, exposing the black frozen ground, while the red dragon soared into the sky, flapping its fleshy wings, and flew towards the wooden house where Shia was.

Jackson had just arrived in town and bought some salt from a merchant. It was coarse salt, mixed with some wood ash and stored in a clay pot to prevent it from getting damp and clumping.

The earthenware pot was heavy, but Jackson handled it as if it were nothing. After paying, he didn't linger and headed straight home, intending to feed the red dragon along the way.

Upon arriving at the area where the Red Dragon had been staying, Jackson only saw the exposed permafrost, but no sign of the Red Dragon.

"It must have recovered a bit and gone off to try hunting on its own," Jackson guessed, even feeling a little happy for the red dragon. He picked up the pottery jar and headed home.

He looked forward to what delicious food Shia would prepare for him today, and was also grateful that he had met Shia who didn't mind his lack of affection. Although it was somewhat irresponsible to his family in reality, Jackson truly hoped to stay with Shia forever until he died.

As he got closer to home, Jackson gradually realized something was wrong, because he could keenly detect some strange sounds, like the hissing of something, or the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

As Jackson listened, he suddenly realized that the sounds were coming from the direction of his home.

Could it be that monsters are fighting near her home, and it's even possible that Shia might be affected?

Jackson was shocked. He didn't care whether his guess was true or false, and hurriedly used all his strength to rush home.

The closer they got, the clearer the sounds became. Jackson recognized them as the sounds of fighting, and the hissing sounded like the roar of a dragon.

Jackson's sense of unease deepened until the fighting stopped, at which point he finally reached the cabin. However, the cabin was now a ruin, as if some enormous object had crushed it.

"Shia?" Jackson was stunned by the sight. He didn't even notice the earthenware jar of salt falling to the ground. When he came to his senses, he frantically dug through the ruins, trying to dig Shia out from underneath.

However, his keen hearing failed to detect any breathing or heartbeat, and even after turning the ruins upside down, he could not find Shia.

“Shia…”

He sat motionless on the ruins, muttering Shia's name. Looking at the blood on the snow and the huge drag marks, the image of the red dragon almost immediately appeared in his mind.

Was it done by a red dragon? Or some other monster?

Jackson didn't know why, but now he wasn't saddened or angry about Shia's disappearance. He just felt that it was all unreal, a dream, and that Shia would still gently call him to eat when he woke up.

“Shia…”

Jackson kept muttering to himself as he lay on the ruins, staring at the pale sky, his mind blank.

Just then, he heard footsteps approaching. Thinking it was Shia, he jumped up and called out, "Shia?!"

But the visitor wasn't Shia; instead, it was a burly man shirtless. The man sized up Jackson and uttered a questioning sound:

"Shia? Is that the name of the owner of this house? It's a pity you're too late. Not long ago, a red dragon attacked this place and destroyed everything."

The Shia you speak of is dead.

Chapter 209: You killed her

"Shia...is dead?"

Jackson murmured the words in disbelief, his tone filled with deep distrust. He looked at the shirtless man in front of him, trying to see if he was lying or joking.

However, the man's eyes were as deep as an abyss, and no matter how Jackson looked at them, he could not find any flaws.

Jackson collapsed to the ground. Even though he had become a superhuman by killing monsters, he seemed to have reverted to the cowardly guy he used to be.

His eyes welled up with tears as he recalled the dragon's roar he heard when he rushed back to the cabin, and remembered what Shia had told him more than once:

Dragons are evil creatures. They would rather hunt humans than wild beasts, so you should never have any illusions about dragons. Dragons and humans can never coexist peacefully.

"Did the red dragon eat Shia?"

As Jackson spoke, his mind was filled with guilt and regret. If he had listened to Shia and killed the red dragon, perhaps the tragedy would not have happened, and Shia would not have died.

Self-blame almost overwhelmed Jackson, at which point a shirtless man interrupted Jackson's self-reproach, saying:

"The Shia you mentioned was not eaten by the red dragon."

"what?"

Jackson was startled, as if grasping at a last straw, and scrambled to the man's side, urgently asking:

"You said...you said Shia wasn't eaten...she's still alive?!"

The man cast a disdainful glance at Jackson, then a few seconds later, he suddenly smiled, seemingly mocking Jackson's current disheveled state, or perhaps ridiculing his naiveté:

“I have said that the Shia you mentioned is dead, but I must state that dragons are extremely evil creatures. The vast majority of the creatures they kill do not die as food. Dragons kill simply for pleasure.”

Upon hearing this, Jackson was struck dumb. He stood there, stunned, the scene of Shia being tortured by the red dragon before his death flashing through his mind, and his whole body trembled slightly.

The shirtless man seemed to think that wasn't enough, and he continued:

“I have killed many dragons and witnessed many tragedies. Judging from your appearance, you and Shia have a good relationship, right? But I must tell you, in order to better manipulate their prey, dragons will first incapacitate their prey.”

Imagine, Shia, whom you described, has her limbs bitten off, and she's writhing and crawling in despair. She can't die; her mind is filled with memories of her life with you, and she desperately hopes that you will appear at any moment to save her.

But you didn't appear, and the dragon, tired of Shia's pathetic state, left no room for maneuver. It bit through Shia's neck, carried her away, and she died. Even in her final moments, she was waiting for you to appear.

The last paragraph pierced Jackson's mind like a steel needle. He was startled, and his eyes, filled with sorrow, looked at the man:

"Stop talking... I beg you, stop talking..."

The man persisted, his tone tinged with doubt:

"What are you afraid of? What are you avoiding? Could it be that the appearance of that red dragon is related to you?"

I bet you encountered the red dragon whose limbs I broke, but you didn't kill it, nor did you tell the guards in the nearby town. You even naively raised it with the idea of ​​taming it and wished it a speedy recovery.

"Hilarious! How can there be such stupid people in this world? This is truly eye-opening..."

The man kept talking, his words initially indifferent but now tinged with a hint of mockery. As Jackson listened, his breathing grew heavier. He said:

"Stop talking..."

The man, however, seemed not to hear, and turned his head to the side:

"What did you say? I didn't hear you."

"I said... stop talking!" Overwhelmed by grief and anger, Jackson went berserk. His eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he threw a punch with all his might at the shirtless man in front of him.

Click!

A crisp sound of bones shattering rang out, and blood splattered on the man's sculpted muscles. The man was unharmed, but Jackson's wrist snapped instantly due to the powerful recoil, with bone protruding from his flesh.

"Uh... ah..."

Seeing his wrist bleeding profusely, Jackson's anger was quickly extinguished. He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave and unconsciously took a half step back. But before he could think, a fist the size of a sandbag slammed into his face.

boom!

The punch nearly knocked Jackson unconscious on the spot. He was dazed and hadn't even figured out what was going on when he was grabbed by the collar. What he saw was the man's face, twisted with rage.

"What are you so angry about? Was it me who killed your woman? Why are you taking your anger out on me?"

The man asked a question, but received no answer from Jackson. He didn't seem to care and continued speaking:

"Do you know? I killed that red dragon to avenge you, and I buried the Shia you mentioned. If you're angry, go ahead and vent your anger on those beasts, but you can't, because you bear some responsibility for Shia's death!"

Upon hearing this, Jackson could no longer bear it. He burst into tears, like a child who had made a mistake, or a pitiful person who had lost all hope in life.

The cries were shrill and extremely unpleasant; it was a complete breakdown of psychological defenses, a desperate cry filled only with regret and sorrow.

The live stream was silent. The viewers had watched Jackson and Shia be in love for two whole years. Although they occasionally made a few envious comments, they still knew how important Shia was to Jackson.