Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)
Chapter 50: Hardcore Modification
Good heavens, not only was Supreme Cloth on the verge of splitting, but the Players were too. This kind of “forced” class change was incredibly hardcore.
But upon closer thought, it wasn’t entirely wrong.
It just felt strange.
As for Supreme Cloth, his experience was even more bizarre and fantastical.
It was as if he had been crammed into a washing machine, spun around for a while, and then, with a jolt, when he opened his eyes again, he found his perspective had elevated.
The other Players around him looked at him with curiosity and anticipation.
“I’ve succeeded in changing my class?”
Supreme Cloth murmured to himself, his voice hoarse, making it barely recognizable.
He raised his hands to look at them, which had transformed into sharp dragon claws. Feeling the surging power throughout his body and a physical structure unlike that of a human, Supreme Cloth couldn’t wait to open his status panel.
[Name: Supreme Cloth]
[Level: 38 (Initial Venom Dragon)]
[Profession: Venom Dragon]
[Skills:
Wild Instinct: Bite and Pounce, primal combat.
Regeneration: Possesses a certain self-healing ability upon taking damage.
Earth Resistance: 50% resistance to earth-elemental magic.
Acid Breath: Acidic splash damage.]
[Equipment: None]
Changing his class had directly boosted his level to 38!
Any lingering awkwardness about losing his human identity vanished. Supreme Cloth couldn’t help but grin, a somewhat comical smile on his face.
He slowly began to move his limbs, getting accustomed to his new body.
Firstly, he could clearly feel the tail behind his coccyx and could control its free swing.
Secondly, a new organ for storing venom had appeared in his throat, akin to his cheek pouches. It could bulge and contract. When contracted, he felt a surge of sourness, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.
Everything felt so natural, as simple as eating or drinking. Was this the benefit of being born from an egg? Directly granting him mastery of his new body?
Just as he was adapting to his new physique, he suddenly felt a slight movement at his tail.
He turned his head and saw his good buddy, Player Name, “Slacking Off Dungeon Lord,” climbing up his long, brown tail with grunts and effort.
Supreme Cloth: (〝▼皿▼)!!
Good heavens, I consider you a friend, and you want to ride me?
Supreme Cloth wasn’t having it.
He twisted his dragon head, swung his dragon tail, tilted his body slightly, and with a sharp heave of his waist, he instantly flung Slacking Off Dungeon Lord away.
“Hey, that’s not cool, man!”
Slacking Off Dungeon Lord got up from the ground, a lecherous grin on his face. He clung to Supreme Cloth’s waist again, attempting to climb up, and said ingratiatingly, “Brother, I’ll call you Big Brother if you let me ride you just once, just once, okay? Hehe, what kind of relationship do we have…”
“Back, back, back, get out, get out!”
Supreme Cloth shook his head and tail, rolling on the ground. He adamantly refused to be ridden. How could he, the dignified commander of the Venom Dragons, allow a human to ride him?
Was he kidding?
Did dragons have no dignity?
Even his good buddy was no exception.
“Brother, if you let me ride once, I’ll give you all my treasured adult films!”
“Impossible, absolutely impossible! Forget it!”
Supreme Cloth raised his dragon head, scoffing. Adult films? He didn’t want them.
“I’ll cover your meals for another week, pig’s trotters rice every day!”
“No.”
“Two weeks of pig’s trotters rice! That’s my bottom line, don’t push it!”
“No, add more.”
Supreme Cloth remained outwardly calm, unmoved.
Slacking Off Dungeon Lord gritted his teeth. He calculated how much cash he had left and, after a moment of contemplation, as if making a great decision, he said, “Then, one month!”
“Deal!”
In the end, Supreme Cloth was ridden by his good buddy. Primarily because his buddy offered him too much.
There was simply no way to refuse!
Following the map’s guidance, the dragon and the human climbed to the alchemist’s workshop to claim the potion.
“Are you the ones here to claim the Thunder Alchemical Potion? May I have your name?”
Hancock looked curiously at the talking Venom Dragon, seemingly contemplating from which angle to dissect it. He had previously worked for the Pope and was an alchemist with a spirit of inquiry.
Though he had almost been executed by the Pope.
“I am Supreme Cloth.”
Supreme Cloth’s dragon mouth uttered the dry and hoarse Continental Common Tongue. This was a built-in function of the game system, allowing them to convert languages directly, but it was currently limited to the Continental Common Tongue.
“Okay, please wait a moment.”
Hancock nodded and turned to retrieve the potion.
A soldier had indeed come to inform him earlier that a dragon named Supreme Cloth would come to collect the Thunder Alchemical Potion. It seemed this was it. What a peculiar species. For a magical beast with such thin dragon blood, its intelligence was surprisingly high.
“Here, this is the Thunder Alchemical Potion. After drinking it, find Miss Loli, His Majesty’s personal maid. She can help you clear the aftereffects of the Thunder Alchemical Potion. She should be in the castle’s front hall right now, teaching the little maid.”
“Oh, and please be respectful to her. This is advice from an old man.”
Hancock stroked his white beard and placed the potion bottle, which crackled with lightning, into Supreme Cloth’s dragon claw before returning to his work.
Supreme Cloth thought to himself that he wouldn’t need reminding to behave. Everyone in Winter City knew that while Loli appeared to be a maid, she was actually the King of Winter’s concubine.
“Brother, what do you say? Drink it now, or a bit later, or let me drink it?”
Slacking Off Dungeon Lord asked while gripping the spine on Supreme Cloth’s dragon back, with a playful grin.
Honestly, riding on a dragon’s back was not comfortable at all. It was hard and rough, and there were large and small bone spurs, making his butt ache. But that wasn’t important. What was important was that he was riding on his good buddy’s body, and that was enough. He had fulfilled a dream that could only be achieved in his sleep.
“Dream on. It’s useless if you drink it. This stuff is specifically for magical beasts.”
Supreme Cloth cradled the Thunder Alchemical Potion like a treasure. His dragon claws were large, while the potion bottle was small, resembling a baby bottle, which looked somewhat comical.
Without hesitation, Supreme Cloth clumsily unscrewed the cap of the Thunder Alchemical Potion and gulped down the purple liquid that crackled with lightning.
At first, he felt nothing; it seemed the potion hadn’t taken effect yet. But before half a minute passed, a surge of wild energy began to churn in his stomach and spread throughout his body.
“Crackle, crackle.”
Dense golden electrical sparks flickered all over Supreme Cloth’s body. They darted around, modifying Supreme Cloth’s cells. Finally, unable to find any other place to vent, they condensed and surged towards Slacking Off Dungeon Lord, who was on Supreme Cloth’s body.
Wild lightning snakes penetrated directly beneath Slacking Off Dungeon Lord’s buttocks. He was stunned, dumbfounded.
“Holy crap! You…”
With a “boom,” Slacking Off Dungeon Lord was electrocuted into a charred corpse before he could even speak, smoke billowing from his mouth as he rolled off Supreme Cloth’s body.
“Wow, you jerk, did you do that on purpose! I just lost the experience I just gained, boohoo…”
Slacking Off Dungeon Lord’s energy body floated above his corpse, looking at Supreme Cloth, who appeared innocent. He was on the verge of tears. He thought drinking the potion would just be that, but he didn’t expect such a powerful and hardcore reaction!
