Chapter 102: 102: A Truly Rotten Egg

The sound of gears turning echoed beneath the altar as the ground shook violently. Orson immediately stepped back, his guard up.

In the world of Infinite Dimensions, secret chambers and treasure chests followed two simple rules: either you struck gold or got scammed.

An arched platform slowly rose, revealing…

"What the hell…? Dragon Maiden?"

Orson's jaw dropped.

On the intricately decorated metal pedestal sat a shriveled, grapefruit-sized object that looked suspiciously like a dried-out citrus peel.

"This is supposed to be the legendary Dragon Maiden? This thing looks more like a mummified pomelo!"

Disappointment hit him like a ton of bricks. He had envisioned a graceful maiden, blushing shyly as she gazed at him, or perhaps a mighty, awe-inspiring dragon joining his ranks.

Instead, he got this… overripe fruit?