Chapter 42: Suspicion!
Chapter 42 - Suspicion!
"Roar—"
In pain, the Infant Dragon kept shaking its neck, trying to shake off Charmander, but it was in vain.
Charmander's sharp teeth were firmly embedded in its neck.
"Crunch—"
Under Ethan's control, strands of magic energy flowed from Charmander's core to its head, coating its jaws and teeth.
The next moment, Charmander's biting force and the sharpness of its teeth were enhanced.
"Splash—"
Snow scattered everywhere as Charmander tore off a large piece of flesh from the Infant Dragon's neck.
A large wound appeared on its slender neck, with blood flowing uncontrollably, likely having hit a major artery.
"Crunch—"
With a single move, ruling the world, as an initial experimental subject, Charmander's attack methods were naturally limited.
Ethan didn't care; any move that could defeat the opponent was a good move.
"Rip—"
Again, Charmander tore another strip of flesh from the Infant Dragon's wound, the blood staining the surrounding ground red and continuing to spread.
At this time, Ethan took out several bottles from the 'Imaginary Space' and ran over.
"Roar—"
At this moment, the Infant Dragon desperately wanted to kill Charmander in front of it, but unfortunately, in the next second, it was suppressed by Ethan.
A barrage of weapons descended from the sky, pinning it to the ground.
Ethan, taking advantage of its still being alive, quickly went over, stepping through a pool of blood, and began collecting the blood spilled from the Infant Dragon's wound into bottles.
Dragon blood, after all, was a precious commodity, even if it was just from an Infant Dragon.
Considering the difficulty of extracting blood from an Infant Dragon, this situation made it even more priceless.
Having a few extra bottles could result in a significant profit.
"Glug—Glug—"
Having a large body was advantageous, even though the wound was large and the bleeding severe.
However, this Infant Dragon only lasted for a while before dying reluctantly.
With a 'bang', Ethan, covered in blood, especially his hands stained red, looked at the not yet full bottle of dragon blood with some disappointment.
"Is it dead already?"
He glanced at the side, a total of twelve, no, twelve and a half bottles of Infant Dragon blood.
Selling a bottle for two hundred thousand Valis shouldn't be considered expensive, considering its rarity and usefulness in weapon tempering.
As for potions, Ethan wasn't sure if it could be used in alchemy as he had no knowledge in that area.
However, looking at the large amount of dragon blood spilled on the ground around him, Ethan felt he had lost out.
He should have used a basin instead of bottles; look at all the waste, at least twenty to thirty bottles' worth.
If the Infant Dragon were still alive, it would surely curse; being killed was bad enough, but to have its blood drained as well is too much.
"Hmm?"
At that moment, Ethan suddenly had a brilliant idea.
"Swoosh—"
Ethan summoned black mud, covering all the spilled dragon blood, which the mud absorbed in just moments.
Then, controlling the black mud, now infused with dragon blood, he merged it directly into Charmander's body.
After all, it was 'Charmander', so absorbing some dragon blood seemed natural.
The black mud, filled with dragon blood, flowed into the core of Charmander, and under the catalysis of energy from the dragon blood, some changes occurred in its core made of Magic Gem and the 'Cursed Technique: Puppet Manipulation.'
"Hmm~ Looks good, after bathing in dragon blood, it can be considered a successful start."
Ethan assessed his 'masterpiece' up and down and nodded in satisfaction.
Then he glanced at his [Daily Mission], which was already completed for the day.
[Daily Mission: Kill 12 Orcs!]
[Progress: 12/12]
[Reward: Diamonds*10]
Having killed 12 Orcs, as the controller of the cursed corpse, Charmander's kills were naturally counted as his achievement, thus completing the mission.
"Whirl—"
At that time, a new batch of monsters was born.
Ethan looked over, good grief, a group of imps not far away, about a dozen or so, followed by a group of fat Orcs.
Suddenly, he wanted to try something out.
"Swoosh—"
With a flick of his hand, a large amount of black mud shot out like a spray gun.
All the monsters that were touched by the black mud were instantly eroded and died in the next second.
This further confirmed that the black mud indeed caused the monsters to 'collapse', leading to their instant death.
Seeing this scene, Ethan was on high alert, ready to face another 'monster army'; after all, this was not the seventeenth floor, and the strength of the spawned monsters should be much reduced.
Plus, he had almost no consumption, so he was confident in facing any number of enemies.
But, after a long while, nothing happened, which made Ethan a bit puzzled.
"Could it be that the last time was an accident? The riot was not caused by the black mud?"
This thought had just arisen when Ethan immediately dismissed it.
Are there so many coincidences and accidents in this world? The first monster party could be a coincidence, but was the second monster riot an accident?
No way! All the monsters that had appeared on the upper floors were there, except for the enhanced/strengthened species of monsters and the floor bosses.
Otherwise, he would have thought some 'god' had entered the dungeon, thus being sensed by the dungeon and initiating an attack, just like in the original story where Hestia's divine manifestation triggered a malicious outbreak in the dungeon.
"Wait a minute, god?!"
Speaking of 'god', a flash of inspiration struck Ethan's mind.
In the original story, many of the 'adventures' of the protagonist Bell were facilitated by Freya to help Bell grow and transform.
Especially when Bell was once terrified of Minotaur and fled, Freya dispatched Ottar to personally train a Minotaur, enabling him to overcome his nightmare and make further progress.
If that was the case, the sudden outbreak in the dungeon yesterday seemed rather mysterious.
It suddenly erupted, and the name of the mission was very clear, 'Malice of the Dungeon'.
Initially, Ethan thought it was the dungeon's rejection of the black mud.
But looking at today's events, he wasn't so sure, there might be another reason.
Once suspicion arises, it's difficult to dispel.
"My goddess, this wouldn't be your doing, would it?"
A chill ran down Ethan's back, along with a sense of dread.
If it was as he suspected, what should he do? It seemed he had no other options!
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