Vivian immediately blocked her with her greatsword.
“Stop right there.”
Ignis didn’t even look at the giant blade; her gaze remained locked on Lynn.
“You… are so special.”
She bypassed Vivian, stepping closer to Lynn one step at a time.
“I’ve never seen anything like you. You aren’t gold, and you aren’t a gemstone, but you… you shine brighter than all of my collectibles.”
Lynn’s heart skipped a beat.
Ignis’s Blackening Value: 30%
It wasn’t high, but the reason and the rising trend made his scalp tingle.
“Brother is mine!”
Lilith poked her head out from behind Lynn, glaring fiercely at Ignis.
Ignis finally spared a glance for Lilith.
“Oh? Yours? Do you have proof?”
“I…”
Lilith was momentarily at a loss for words.
“If there’s no proof, then he’s ownerless property,” Ignis said with blunt, simple logic.
“I saw him first, so he’s mine. From now on, you are also my collectible.”
She pointed at Lynn, announcing her decision with a serious expression.
The air in the cave dropped to the freezing point instantly.
The sweltering heat brought by the Dragon’s Might was completely replaced by three other sources of chilling killing intent.
Lilith’s Blackening Value increased by 10%! Current: 100%!
Alicia’s Blackening Value increased by 3%! Current: 100%!
Vivian’s Blackening Value increased by 10%! Current: 100%!
In Lynn’s vision, everything turned blood-red.
Three instances of 100%.
He didn’t feel like he was standing in a Dragon’s Den; he felt like he was standing at the gates of hell.
Battle Qi ignited on Vivian’s blade, a blinding Holy Light gathered at the tip of Alicia’s scepter, and Lilith drew a shimmering dagger from her waist, its blade coated in a mysterious purple liquid.
Three pairs of eyes, filled with different emotions—fury, jealousy, and cold malice—were all fixed on the suicidal Red Dragon.
As for the “collectible,” Lynn was caught in the middle, wishing he could just drop dead on the spot.
The air in the cave solidified.
That wasn’t a metaphor.
Lynn could truly feel it; the air seemed to turn into thick glue, compressing his lungs and making every breath incredibly difficult.
Three distinct yet equally pure killing intents, like three invisible storms, converged from three directions, locking onto the innocent-looking Red Dragon in the center.
Vivian’s killing intent was a torrent of steel tempered on the battlefield—direct, overbearing, and intent on crushing everything in its path.
The veins on the back of the hand she used to grip the sword bulged, the blade hummed, and the surrounding air warped from her rising Battle Qi.
Alicia’s killing intent was cold and divine.
Her expression remained unchanged, still holy, but the orb of light at the tip of her scepter was no longer a soft white.
It was a piercing gold, carrying the weight of judgment.
Tiny black cracks appeared in the space around the orb, a sign of energy being too concentrated.
The most eerie one was Lilith.
She didn’t make a sound; even her expression remained that of an innocent, sweet girl.
But the fingernails of the hand holding the dagger had turned pitch black, and wisps of black mist spread from beneath her feet.
Everywhere they passed, the gold coins on the ground lost their luster, shrouded in a layer of deathly aura.
Three volcanoes about to erupt.
And the fuse that ignited it all was Ignis’s sentence:
“You are my collectible now.”
Ignis showed no reaction to this terrifying aura that would have scared an ordinary person to death.
In her golden pupils, there was only Lynn’s silhouette.
She continued to walk forward, reaching out her hand as if she truly intended to “pick up” Lynn and place him in her collection pile.
“You’re asking for death.”
Vivian’s voice was low and raspy, consisting of only those words.
She moved.
There were no flashy moves, just the simplest and most direct charge.
The ground beneath her feet shattered with a bang as she transformed into a silver afterimage.
The giant sword drew a straight line that tore through the air, aimed directly at Ignis’s neck.
“Sacrilege.”
Alicia’s voice sounded like a cold, divine decree.
She tapped her scepter forward, and the concentrated golden orb turned into a beam of judgment.
It arrived even faster than Vivian’s strike, also targeting Ignis.
Lilith didn’t speak.
Several silent shadows leaped from the black mist at her feet, hugging the ground and shooting toward Ignis’s feet at tricky angles.
Those were poison-coated Shadow Blades.
Three lethal attacks from three different directions sealed off all of Ignis’s paths of retreat.
In this moment, their goals were perfectly aligned.
They would first deal with this person who dared to lay hands on their “property,” and they could settle their internal accounts later.
Lynn’s heart stopped.
He watched helplessly as three attacks, each capable of destroying a small town, flashed before his eyes.
He was finished.
Regardless of whether Ignis died or not, he would be torn to shreds by the aftershocks of these attacks.
However, Ignis’s movements exceeded everyone’s expectations.
Facing these three attacks, she didn’t even look back.
Her figure vanished from the spot.
“Fast.”
It was a speed that couldn’t be captured by the naked eye.
Vivian’s greatsword, Alicia’s Holy Light, and Lilith’s Shadow Blades collided at the spot where Ignis had originally been standing.
“Boom—!”
A deafening explosion rang out.
The entire cave shook violently, and rubble fell from the ceiling.
Three different types of power clashed fiercely, creating an energy storm that sent the gold coins on the ground flying everywhere, like a rain of gold.
Vivian, Alicia, and Lilith were all pushed back several steps by the recoil.
They stabilized themselves and looked toward the center of the dust cloud.
There was no one there.
“Brother!”
Lilith was the first to scream.
As the dust cleared, only a massive crater remained on the ground.
Lynn and the Red Dragon were both gone.
Vivian’s gaze became horrifyingly sharp.
She snapped her head up, looking toward the peak of the mountain of gold coins.
The red-haired dragon girl, Ignis, had returned to the top of her gold pile at some unknown point.
And in her arms, she was holding someone.
It was Lynn.
She held him in her arms like a precious, life-sized doll, and one of her hands even curiously pinched Lynn’s cheek.
“Soft,” she concluded, then poked Lynn’s arm.
“And it moves.”
Lynn was completely dazed.
He only felt a blur before his eyes and a sense of dizziness before his body fell into a warm, soft embrace.
His nose caught a scent of sulfur mixed with some kind of spice.
He didn’t even see what had happened.
System Warning:
The special fluctuations emitted by your ‘Transmigrator Core’ have exerted a fatal attraction on the ‘Dragon Race’s’ ‘Hoarding Habit’ characteristic.
In the target ‘Ignis’s’ eyes, you appear as a ‘unique, glowing, supreme treasure.’