Since Bingpo and Chiyan were out, and the third floor’s reward chest was nabbed, no reason to stick around.
Filo’s crew waved at the white dragon. The two dragons morphed into their giant forms, spread their wings, and soared out of the Dragon’s Grave.
This trip? Total steal for them. Filo, spectating, caught some good drama. No loss there.
The white dragon watched them leave, her form blurring. Rip—she vanished.
Next second, she appeared inside the grave’s control center—not the first, second, or third floor, but the top, the hundredth floor. Bingpo and Chiyan’s third floor equals the thirtieth; past challengers peaked at sixty-nine.
“Dragon King.”
The white dragon looked up. Black mist swirled, forming a fierce dragon head.
The last Ultimate Being, the Dragon King, survives via [Indomitable Spirit]. No longer an Ultimate Being, it’s just a spirit like the floor AIs.
“No need to speak. I saw it all. Those red and blue girls are sharp—future [Overlord] material, worthy of the Dragon King’s power. But there’s a Dragon King now. No rush. Wait till they grow and return.”
“Understood, Dragon King.”
The white dragon nodded. The Dragon’s Grave was built for dragon revival. If dragonkind falls, it grants descendants the hundredth floor’s Dragon King power—[Dragon King] and [King Candidate] titles, instantly top-tier below Ultimate Beings.
But dragonkind’s thriving, with geniuses and a new Dragon King Ultimate Being. No need to hurry.
“You stood by back then. Now you act, True Ancestor? Older than me, and I can’t fathom her mind. Hope she’s not our enemy…”
The Dragon King muttered, then slept, awaiting Bingpo and Chiyan’s return.
Unlike the grave’s heavy vibe, Bingpo and Chiyan’s journey was like a spring outing—bickering, sometimes throwing punches, but just playful scuffles. Filo, unbothered, lounged on Bingpo’s back, hands behind head, staring at the sky.
Above the clouds, it’s just blue.
“Hey, Bingpo, what was the third floor’s reward? You guys dipped fast—probably not loot, right?” Filo guessed.
“Heh, Master, nothing gets past you! No loot—it was [Level Up]. Chiyan got it too. We’re 620 now!”
Bingpo’s joy was clear. Higher levels mean bigger stat boosts, but leveling’s tough. This saved them time—better than loot.
“Level up? Nice. Keep flying. I’m napping. Don’t bug me unless it’s big~” Filo rolled over, seeking the comfiest spot.
True Ancestors don’t need rest—Ultimate Beings, duh. But Filo? She wants rest!
Damn, too much chaos lately—she nearly lost her salted fish core. She’s the Salted Fish King! Why not slack when she can?
Her “slacking” skill outshines all others.
Five seconds after closing her eyes, Filo’s mind blanked, diving into dreamland.
In her dream, a snack-filled otaku paradise. With a snap, an iPhone 108 appeared.
She swiped, a virtual interface popping up. Filo opened an anime app, hunting new episodes, but… Damn! Not a single update!
Fuming, she crushed her cola can, checked the comments, and lost it.
[Due to regulations, pre-broadcast review required. Anime under review. Please wait.]
“Damn!”
Filo spat blood, collapsing. The floor cracked—so did her “heart.”
Filo’s Salted Fish Five Laws: anime, manga, novels, sleeping in, snacking. Anime’s top dog, but now it’s dead.
Life felt meaningless…
Filo stared blankly skyward. In reality, her face was a mess, but hair hid it, side-lying. Nobody noticed.
The dream didn’t stay calm. Something unexpected hit.
Tap… tap… tap…
Footsteps echoed. Filo’s lifeless eyes regained focus. As she tried to rise, a face appeared.
“Using my body comfy, huh~”
“Damn, a ghost!”
Filo shot up, leaping back. But looking again, fear turned to shock.
The face… identical to her—no, to “Filo.”
“The… original?”