Doomsday Roulette

Chapter Text:

"Two-in-One Chapter~~~"

For this voice, even if it meant death, Yangos would never forget.

Once upon a time, after it appeared on Earth, it rapidly grew and evolved in Ying City, soon becoming the ruler of a city.

For the Dragon Race, claiming kingship is an eternal pursuit that can never be extinguished.

However, Yangos was an exception; it did not believe that expanding its territory endlessly was a good thing. In fact, as long as food was abundant, that was enough.

When hungry, it would move around to find something to eat, and when tired, it would sink to the bottom of a pond to sleep. Despite being a fire-type dragon, it also enjoyed water.

Of course, with its capabilities, Yangos would also bring back a suitably robust female monster to have its way with. If it got killed, it would devour it directly. The survivors would be kept to see if there was a one in ten thousand chance of giving birth to a half-dragon species.

Thinking back to those days, how wonderful they were!

But all of this changed because of the owner of that voice.

It was this person who had sent it here.

Yangos would never forget the humiliation it endured when it first entered this cursed place!

Upon entering, it was immediately besieged by a group of low-level flying demon creatures. In a fit of rage, Yangos would not allow these inferior beings to provoke it. It fought back fiercely, but the truth proved that those flying demon creatures were far too troublesome.

Its proud Dragon Scales defense turned out to be as fragile as paper before those long, sharp beaks, easily punctured. By the time it had killed hundreds of those creatures, it had been riddled with wounds.

Yangos was cowed and, using its speed advantage, fled in panic.

But that was not the end. Perhaps due to the Dragon Blood spilling from its body, the scent attracted many demon creatures to attack it.

Heaven and Earth bear witness; at that time, it was only a sixth-level little dragon, being hunted by various sixth, seventh, and eighth-level beings that were akin to uncles and aunts, intent on killing it for their meat. It could only keep fleeing.

If it hadn’t had a strong physique, it surely wouldn’t have survived and would have long been devoured by those uncle and aunt-level demon creatures.

Later, it escaped through a plain littered with skeletons, only to be chased by a few powerful bone dragons. These predecessors showed no concern for whether it was part of their kin, attacking with lethal blows, resulting in the destruction of its horn and one of its Dragon Eyes.

Then it fled into what seemed to be a weak human territory. It thought good days had arrived, and it continuously attacked several towns. The energy within the warriors there was abundant, allowing Yangos to recover smoothly. Although the blinded eye could not be restored, its broken horn regrew.

At that time, Yangos even thought this kind of life was not bad. After attacking a reasonably sized city, it unexpectedly completed its evolution and became a seventh-level existence.

From a mid-tier evolutionary life, it had stepped into a high-tier evolutionary life, and the Evil Dragon was immensely pleased. The life of power and authority made it unwilling to leave that city, intending to treat it as its hunting ground.

However, everything changed when that woman appeared. With a crescent-shaped halberd, she broke all of Yangos’ bones and forced it to sign a contract, becoming her mount.

For the Dragon Race, this kind of humiliation was the most tragic thing. Even if the one sitting on its back was a very beautiful girl.

In the end, Yangos also encountered that old man, the Holy Father, who could scare it to the point of losing control with just a glance.

With just a raised hand, the old man elevated Yangos to eighth level, and even restored its blinded eye.

But Yangos was not happy at all; it could do these things itself. Now being aided by someone else only made it warningly comply to be a mount.

From that point on, Yangos felt its future was pitch dark. It knew that unless it evolved to ninth level, it would not even qualify to converse with that old man.