I have a set of monster experience cards

Ruby Chapman is an ordinary supernatural being from the United States of Clayro.

——Oh, maybe not that ordinary.

After all, the thing that our dear Mr. Chapman is most proud of since he was born is that his extraordinary rating has reached five stars.

The five-star transcendent has surpassed the level of cannon fodder and has become a pillar of strength.

If converted into the evaluation of that group of extraordinary monsters, it seems to be that... [Return to the Origin]?
[Return to the Source] corresponds to 5-6 stars. Those above these are all big shots, whom you don’t usually see.

But recently, Chapman has not only seen seven-star-level bigwigs on the battlefield, but also many eight-star hidden strongmen.

It was also discovered that after he had been away for half his life, he was still a small cannon fodder.

"what!"

Chapman let out a panicked cry, bent down and slid under his comrade's flying body.

He rolled and crawled through the buzzing insects and passed through a red fog that almost drove him crazy.

He finally climbed into a big pit blasted by dragon's breath and got a moment's respite.

His head was still dazed by the dragon's roar just now.

What did the white dragon just say...what did it say?

Representing some heroic spirit, declaring war on something?
He went over the words that nearly pierced his eardrums several times, reviewing them to make sure that there was not a single punctuation mark that mentioned the "United States of Clairo".

So, can he leave?

He really didn't want to stay on this deadly battlefield any longer.

When we set out on the expedition, the bigwigs said:

They will soon end the battle and rush into the vast world of the other world, plundering at will.

Everyone will have a share of the treasure buried under the strange land.

Mr. Chapman, who had no idea what he would face next, wanted nothing more than the corpse of an alien dragon.

I heard that the official research institute has figured out a way to maximize the utilization of the alien dragons.

A dragon can create a set of super armor that is far beyond Chapman's vision, and can also push mid-level extraordinary people like him to the next level.

If he hadn't heard of the many benefits, who would want to participate in a war if he was a transcendent who was inclined towards the common people?

Then again, if the benefits weren't great enough, Clayro wouldn't have started the war.

Unfortunately, the enemy was much stronger than expected.

Today, Chapman's desire has plummeted from "making great achievements" in the beginning to "surviving".

Unfortunately, before he could catch his breath, the thunderous dragon roar was already approaching his head.

It was like a dense group of fighter jets, carrying with them wind, waves, and sonic booms, speeding all the way.

What followed was the rain of dragon breath bullets that appeared repeatedly in his nightmares!

In the blink of an eye, the small pit where people could breathe turned into a fiery hell.

"Cough, cough!" Chapman crawled out from the other side while coughing.

Half of his leg was hanging behind him, about to fall off, but he didn't care - it was a mechanical limb after all, he could just take apart a dead person's and replace it with it later.

After finally escaping from the dragon's breath bomb, he ran into another battle head-on—

"Ang!" Several white dragons - not the White King's white dragon - swooped down with a roar.

And in front of them was a group of red monsters like clouds.

There is the "Separation Life" in the crimson life, and a rare dragon species called "Light Evil" from the enemy dragon group.

They are all very rare items, and he came across them by chance.

As if noticing Chapman, this stupid human, a voice came from the red mist:
"Fight with me."

"Ah? This, uh..." Chapman was reluctant, but it was too late.

Those light demons noticed him, their eyes became stern, and immediately several plasma bombs turned and flew towards him.

Whether he was willing to continue fighting or not, he would be regarded as an enemy by these ferocious white monsters.

Chapman took a deep breath, jumped up from the spot like a beast, and avoided the plasma bomb.

Plasma sparks blew a big crater behind him, like a firecracker on his butt, driving him to clench his fists and punch the Light Evil.

Golden-red sparks burst out from the fist covered with the alloy glove, blasting a huge hole between the light evil.

The deep red life took advantage of the situation and transformed into scarlet butterflies, scattering dense scales and powder.

A Light Fury was separated from its companions because of Chapman's attack just now, and was unfortunately hit. The originally white dragon scales were stained with mottled red.

It growled and shook its head continuously, as if trying to drive away the thoughts that did not belong to it.

Guangsha's team changed immediately, splitting into two to rescue their companions, and the rest quickly formed an arrow formation.

The dragon scales rub against the air, and the faster the speed, the more sparks are generated, which block out the scale powder emitted by the gathered life.

Chapman had just used some reconnaissance means to capture the movements of the Light Fury Squad when they appeared half a meter to his side.

He heard that the Light Demon race was rare among the enemies, but each of them was an elite, especially in terms of incredibly fast speed.

Now he had experienced it firsthand.

When the Light Fury's thunderous attack landed where he stood, it only hit the ground.

Another pit appeared on the bumpy ground, connecting directly with the big pit next to it, forming a flat depression. Chapman's figure appeared a hundred meters away from both Guangsha and Liju Life.

He used his extraordinary strength as a crutch to support his lame leg, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

Fortunately... Fortunately, he is not the kind of martial arts transcendent as he just showed.

His real extraordinary profession is [Fraudster].

The basic abilities of this rare extraordinary profession include [Deception] and [Cheating].

The former allows him to create clones and quickly move locations.

The latter allows him to temporarily gain the abilities of other extraordinary beings.

It sounds powerful, but it has many limitations. Its main advantage is its flexibility.

If he was really just a reckless man who swung his fists, he would have died on the battlefield eight hundred years ago.

Finally, we escaped from the battlefield between two precious animals.

He couldn't afford to offend either side.

A smile of surviving a disaster appeared on his face, but that smile did not last for a full second before he had to stiffen his face and step back one step at a time.

——A lone enemy dragon fell in front.

The bright orange body and wave-like patterns remind people of beautiful and pleasant things such as sunset beaches.

Chapman just sweated more.

"Ah." Song of Death tilted his head and looked at the humans who were retreating. The voices of the Light Furies came from behind the humans.

It grinned and made a sound in response, wanting to fly over to help, but an indescribable stench came from the side.

Mold and stains appeared out of nowhere on the ground, and the blood of the dead bodies turned into turbid sewage and flowed freely.

The mold spots spread all the way from afar, corresponding to the bloated and ugly figures of insects flying above.

Death Song's pupils shrank.

“Gurgle, gurgle—”

Chapman almost retracted his head into his chest as he felt the two sticky attacks colliding right above him.

The fresh fragrance of the amber dragon breath of Death Song mixed with the stench of fungal and insect secretions, forming an indescribable stink bomb.

This stuff not only stinks, but Chapman feels his spirit is also polluted.

Behind him were the buzzing of crimson butterflies and the roar of the light evil.

He knew that this was about to become a battlefield between four monsters, so he immediately stood up his useless body and tried to escape.

With a small body like his... he can act like a five-star transcendent and act arrogantly outside.

But in the increasingly fierce war, he will only become a speck of dust passed by the battle between the four monsters.

There may not even be any ashes left.

He was about to use the trickster's [Deception] once again when a huge shadow suddenly fell from above his head.

Chapman's body froze.

The scale of this shadow...Only a dragon on the battlefield could cast such a remarkable shadow upon the earth.

——The White King.

This small corner of the battlefield was silent for a second.

Then Chapman saw:

Pure white fire lotuses bloomed everywhere, and bright green light swept across the depression, turning this place into a summer pond, with refreshing colors rippling with mint and frog croaking.

The swarm of crimson butterflies seemed to melt and sink deeply into the green lake water.

The foul-smelling fungus insect, along with the traces of territory it left behind, was wiped out by the "water wave".

Finally, purgatory descended upon Chapman himself—

You Huan looked down, and the Death Songs and Light Furies bowed their heads to him.

He did not count how many tiny grains of dust he had brushed away, but looked up at the wider battlefield.

He had never realized that there were such large numbers of those insects in these two worlds.

The monsters of the Crimson Tribe were just as crazy as them, attacking his side almost desperately.

Is that "right eye" so attractive to them - or to the people who gave the orders behind them?
He still doesn't know what the "right eye" is.

Miracle Claw? Probably not.

After all, he had seen this thing called "claw", and neither its name nor its appearance had anything to do with eyes.

Speaking of which...

Since there is a “right eye”, is there also a “left eye”?
Where is the "left eye"?
——"Sir!" A small figure hurried down the spiral staircase, "Found it! Found what you said!"

Joshua was lying on a recliner with his hind paws up, reading a book.

Hearing the servant's shrill voice, he snapped the forbidden book covered with tongues in his hand.

Two eyeballs popped out of his mouth and looked at the servant who fell down the stairs to his side: "What did you find?"

The servant stood up with a somersault and puffed out his chest proudly: "I found the record about 'left eye'!" (End of this chapter)