Who designed this underworld dungeon?.

Chapter 673 This Dragon Girl, don't you miss your mother?
Use Bites the Dust to rewind time a while, back to before the Berserker Dragon emerged from the dungeon.

At this very moment, a crisis of trust is unfolding within the city of Sien.

A group of city lords familiar with Gong Qiying, including Chi Ya, Pan Sen, Merdin, Hynes, and You Leisha, gathered here.

Then they all stared at him with expressionless, dead-fish eyes, perfectly in sync.

Gong Qiying broke out in a cold sweat, pointing at the image on the crystal ball in front of him, and said:

“I swear, I fed them perfectly normal food, absolutely no additives! Their condition is not my fault.”

"Uh-huh."

Faced with his explanation, everyone nodded and then made a series of perfunctory sounds.

It's like saying: Go on, we'll all believe you.

"You guys should listen to what I'm saying."

Gong Qiying rarely showed a helpless expression and sighed deeply.

Just then, some noisy sounds came from inside the crystal ball. They sounded indistinct and included dragon roars.

"More, I want more! Hoohoo~"

"Just one more bite, just one more bite!"

"I'll do anything, please, please, let me have some!"

Hmm. Just by listening to the sounds, it sounds like a group of heavy ice addicts yelling and begging for more ice.

However, the images displayed by the crystal ball did not show drug addicts at all, and they were not slurping ice, but rather perfectly normal, healthy food that could be eaten by anyone from an eighty-year-old woman to a three-year-old child!
It's not a dish with suspicious drugs added, nor is it a dish that glows when you lift the lid; it's just an ordinary thing!

God knows why these evil dragons are addicted to this kind of thing! You might as well change your name to Hungry Dragons, you bastards!

The thought that his lifelong reputation would be ruined by these guys made Gong Qiying feel very abstract.

That's what happened.

News of the dragon and Yunka quickly spread throughout the Warrior Kingdom, and then to other neighboring countries, achieving full coverage of the entire world.

The news naturally reached the ears of the city lords, who all sent letters to the "great hero who resolved the turmoil," the Sien Dungeon, inquiring about the situation.

Perhaps because he had a slight desire to show off, and because sending letters back one by one was too time-consuming, Gong Qiying simply called everyone together for a meeting to show them the group of dragons that were being remodeled and imprisoned in the Sien Dungeon.

Gong Qiying's method was very successful. He fed the dragons a mixture of carbohydrates and sugar and oil, even more so than force-feeding ducks. After they were fed, they were sent to another place to be beaten up until they were on the verge of death, and then they came back to eat them.

A week later, the dragons had shed the plague and returned to their colorful forms, looking no different from normal dragons.

Apart from having a slightly large stomach, everything else is normal.

Gong Qiying did not immediately release them back into the wild, mainly because he was worried that these dragons had not yet fully recovered from the plague, so he extended the "treatment" time.

I originally planned to wait for the city lords to gather and assess the mental state of the mad dragons, and then release them once they were deemed fit. But—

As a result, after the city lords arrived, the dragons, who usually only knew how to eat and howl and scream when they were beaten, suddenly seemed to have gained intelligence and were able to roar out complete sentences.

Moreover, the sentences they shouted were all extremely offensive.

"Again, again, again!"

The raging dragon was completely submerged in a thick river of white milk, its eyes gleaming with a maddening look. With its four claws raised to the sky, it roared greedily. Various ingredients around it were immediately thrown into its mouth, and if it choked, it could simply tilt its head back and rinse its throat with milk.

Originally, her entire body was red, but after being soaked in milk, her scales turned white, and the dragon looked quite healthy.

As for the other dragons, they were lying around everywhere, just eating and drinking in peace and harmony.

To demonstrate his successful treatment to the city lords, Gong Qiying paused the feeding for a moment.

Then, when the city lords arrived, these bastards started shouting lines that were easy to misunderstand. In fact, the city lords did misunderstand and looked at Gong Qiying strangely.

"Eat up, eat your fill!"

Gong Qiying waved his hand, and the plants resumed feeding the dragon. The plants immediately let out sweet cheers, and the scene was filled with shouts of "Oh!"

Gong Qiying was beginning to regret feeding these guys the "century soup" like water for the past few days.

His thinking was simple: the happiness brought by the Century Soup could directly neutralize the effects of the Fallen Egg, so it might also be effective against the Dragon Plague, which obviously affects emotions. Considering the size of the dragon, he gave it a little more.

The result became
"A mad dragon consumed seven days' worth of the Century Soup within a week; here are the changes that occurred in her brain."

I don't want anything else except for the feast by Sion!
Seeing the dragons happily enjoying their food again, Gong Qiying finally had time to explain to everyone.

“Although, I think one should be more mature and steady, brother.” Pan Sen patted Gong Qiying on the shoulder and gave him a complicated look.

Merdin looked at the dragon below, who was so engrossed in its pleasure that it seemed to have realized something.

"I think you two seem to be thinking about something in a slightly different way."

Before Gong Qiying could finish speaking, Hainis looked at him with admiration and said, "I understand, I understand! This is a new way to control adventurers, right? As expected of Lord Godwin, he'll turn the whole world into fat pigs who only think about eating with delicious food! Haha, you're so evil!"

Upon hearing this, Gong Qiying saw You Leisha move two steps further away from him.

I beg you, please stop talking. He's thinking of locking Henny in a glass.

Seeing that everyone was thinking out of line, he had no choice but to turn his attention to Red Fang.

As a senior figure, Chi Ya's thoughts are definitely not crooked, definitely not!
Noticing Gong Qiying's gaze, Chi Ya also turned his head to look over. The corners of his dragon-faced mouth curled up, and his eyes actually contained an emotion of "appreciation".

Oh no, I knew things were going to go wrong when I saw the look in Chi Ya's eyes.

“Great taste, Godwin. I never imagined you were so skilled.” Red Fang said with a peaceful smile. Then, Gong Qiying heard the other party secretly transmit his voice into his ear with magic, saying, “How do you achieve this level of mind control? Teach this old man a thing or two.”

You definitely want to do something shady, don't you?!

It's hopeless. The dungeon lord of this world is beyond saving.

Gong Qiying's expression darkened.

It took quite some time for the misunderstandings to be gradually cleared up, or rather, superficially cleared up.

Then we sat down together to discuss the incident.

“Want more information about the First Dragon? I’ve never heard of that name before, but I’ll keep an eye out for it for you,” Red Fang said.

"There really are mortals attempting to become gods? I don't believe that Yuenka has become a god; he's just transformed into some unknown life form. Becoming a true god is certainly much more difficult than that," Yureisa commented sharply. "To truly eradicate the Dragon Plague, we probably need to penetrate deep into the demon realm and wipe out all the original dragons," Pantheon said. "Next time we go to war with the demon dungeons, let's ask about that."

"Don't start a war rashly. If you take over too many dungeons, it will cause difficulties for your second business," Chi Ya advised.

“In addition,” he said, looking at Gong Qiying, “I have checked and found that these dragons have been completely freed from the effects of the plague and can be released back into the outside world.”

As expected of Red Fang, who is also a dragon, he was able to sense the state of the demon dragons.

No, we shouldn't keep calling them Demon Dragons anymore; we should call them Floating Island Dragons.

"Then I can finally get rid of these freeloaders."

That's what they say, but the mental energy that Mad Dragon and his gang have released from being beaten these past few days is enough to cover their food expenses, and even more.

The city lords accepted Gong Qiying's commission to investigate the original demonic dragon and find a suitable location for the demonic dungeon. The main business of the gathering was finished, and it was time for casual conversation.

Before the real relaxation party began, Gong Qiying glanced at the group of dragons and waved his hand.

The Mad Dragon and his companions were instantly driven out.

Time returns to the present.

"My mom's out!?"

After letting out such a cry of surprise, Fudolin rushed straight toward the portal to the Sien Dungeon with immense excitement, and the others immediately followed.

When she arrived there, the area around the portal was crowded with onlookers, forming a large circle.

The guards on this side were either soldiers or dragons. When they saw Fudolin arriving, they exchanged glances and, as if they had already received orders, made way for her.

Fudoline was finally able to see the scene inside.

A large group of floating island dragons lay on the ground, their bellies exposed, motionless even as they were surrounded. Although their eyes held a hint of confusion about the situation, the habits they had developed over the past week made them too lazy to move.
"Where's my food?! Where did all my delicious food go?! Waaaaaah!"

"I want to eat another bite, I want to drink another sip—"

"There's grass on the ground! I'll try some, ugh, it tastes awful!"

Fudolin's excited steps suddenly stopped.

She blinked and tilted her head in confusion.

"What is this?"

These dragons were all her neighbors, and their familiar appearances moved her deeply.

But why are their words and actions so strange?
The plague on them seems to have disappeared, but did their intelligence also disappear along with the plague?

"You know them, don't you?" the dragon guarding the vicinity asked with a complicated expression. "Have they always had this, uh, this carefree personality?"

"Was it this kind of guy who destroyed our capital before?" A dragon cried out in resentment, "Damn it, it feels so shameful."

Fudolin opened her mouth, momentarily dumbfounded by the situation, unable to understand why everyone had become like this.

and many more!

A flash of lightning suddenly struck her mind.

Where's Mom? Mom won't be here either!
She immediately rushed into the group of dragons lying in the sun, their bellies exposed. Just as she rushed in, a maid suddenly shoved a large piece of cake into her hand, saying, "It would be better to take this with you when you see your mother."

However, when Fudolin brought the cake into the dragon horde, the dragons became restless.

"It smells so good, it's cake!" "Give me a bite, just one bite!" "Ugh, I want sugar!"

The dragons' voices were like those of a demon, their previous leisurely demeanor completely gone, replaced by shrill, ghostly cries that terrified Fudolin.

Despite their obvious hunger for the cake, none of the dragons moved; they all stood with their mouths wide open, waiting to be fed.

This is terrifying, this is terrifying! Is this hell? I hope Mom won't turn into this too.

Fudorin was so frightened that her eyes widened in shock. Just then, she smelled a familiar scent, turned her head immediately, and her gaze pierced through the layers of dragons, locking onto a figure.

The figure was different from others; it was actually a "human" woman kneeling on the ground.

Her eyes were closed, as if she were sleeping peacefully. Her beautiful face was full of intellect and maturity. Her posture was elegant yet languid. Her long, milky-white hair hung straight to the ground, and her skin was as smooth and white as if it had been soaked in milk.

Her figure was so voluptuous that it far surpassed that of all the other elves, including Stella; this was the true appearance of maturity!

"That mad dragon actually learned the magic to turn into a human after just one glance. His talent is terrifying." The voices of discussion came from behind the clinking glasses.

Fudolin trembled. Even though they looked different, she recognized her mother.
"Mom!" She ran straight over.

Seemingly hearing her beloved daughter's call, the mad dragon, transformed into a mature and intelligent older sister, slowly opened her eyes, her pale blue pupils as blue as the sky.

She saw the scene before her, and the sky in her eyes immediately rippled. A look of joy appeared on her lips, and she actually stood up and opened her arms to welcome it.

"mom!"

Fudolin opened her arms, tears streaming down her face, wanting a touching hug to mark the reunion of mother and daughter.

However, for some reason, the people around them spontaneously covered their eyes, as if they couldn't bear to see what was about to happen.

The two drew closer and closer until they were about to touch. Fudorin closed her eyes and hugged him tightly.

"Paji!"

She embraced the air and fell to the ground.

"Eh?"

Fudorin made a surprised sound.

Where is my mom? Where is my mom, who's so big?

She heard a strange noise behind her and instinctively turned around.

"Mmm, mmm, so delicious! Sugar is the best thing in the world! So sweet!"

The arrogant dragon, described as "intellectual," "mature," and "beautiful," squatted on the ground, holding a cake and stuffing it into his mouth with a look of utter fascination.

People heard the sound of Fudoline breaking.

(End of this chapter)