Chapter 308: Now, I Lack Nothing

As if in response to Feng Xue’s words, the golden-red lightning beneath the firepower began to swell; the beast, originally about three meters long, rapidly expanded—its neck elongated to match a humanoid form, its head taking on the shape of a Western dragon with Eastern dragon horns, and the two skull-like shoulder pauldrons slowly detached from its shoulders.

The wind scattered the fireworks; lightning seemed to connect with the heavens, turning the dark clouds as vividly red as molten lava.

The twin tails, split at the midpoint, fully separated into two, their serpentine necks and tails stretching wildly; a pair of massive bat wings burst open, scattering the remaining players who still resisted, and the golden-red three-headed dragon stood once more upon the earth.

“Fuck!”

Facing the monstrous beast over a hundred meters long, the players felt only profound helplessness; though they knew it was merely data, the sheer scale—the gap so vast that even with all their vision, they could not take in its full form—inevitably bred the despairing thought: “How do we fight this?”

Though this shock lasted only an instant, and they would surely recover within two or three seconds to resume their frantic attacks, the fully transformed Gidora, having poured all the wish-energy from other worlds into itself, clearly had no time to let the players adjust; golden-red gravitational rays erupted freely from its mouth and bat wings, like countless swords carving irregular scorched trails across the land.

The players and their fortress crumbled beneath the thunder, and Daelis finally, under Feng Xue’s guidance, completed the integration of the array.

“Why me?” Daelis clutched the talisman as the trigger, finally asking; Feng Xue rolled his eyes and said:

“Should I activate it, and you take the front line?”

“...” Daelis glanced at the hundred-meter three-headed demon dragon and swallowed hard; with a firm effort, she poured her blue bar into the talisman.

Threads of emerald light, like sunlight piercing through torn window paper, rose from the ravaged earth, weaving into intricate patterns, then transforming into chains that surged toward the demon dragon, drenching the land in violence.

“Damn it! It’s you again! Give back my power!”

The three-headed dragon roared with reverb, its voice so loud even players at the respawn point heard it clearly.

Feng Xue now wore a high-appeal Daoist robe resembling the profession set of this world’s cultivation practitioners, ascending step by step like climbing stairs, each step higher, until he stood level with the three-headed giant dragon, then smiled:

“If you want it, come and take it yourself— isn’t that the rule of demon cultivators?”

Instantly, meaningless drumbeats sounded—the sound spell activated by Bigre.

Ritual drums, ritual gongs, ritual bells have existed since ancient times; using the rhythm of sound, the chains binding the demon dragon tightened further. Though thin as threads against the hundred-meter-tall beast, they seemed infused with peculiar incantations—Gidora could not break free immediately.

“Roar!” A concentrated beam of lightning, charged with fury and the power to evaporate all, descended upon Feng Xue’s figure; Daelis stared fixedly at him, wondering if he’d even leave a corpse for her to resurrect, when four talismans suddenly flew from Feng Xue’s body.

White light, like a blade, split the focused thunderbolt; above Feng Xue’s head, a flame dragon—resembling one-third of Gidora’s heads—spewed searing fire toward the forked point.

The scattered lightning ignited as if touched by flame, reversing course mixed with fire, while Feng Xue, cloaked in ink-black robes, rode the white light straight into the heart of the inferno.

“Crack… crack… crack…”

The chains forged from magical power groaned under strain; Daelis immediately increased her mana input—the chains, no thicker than her arm, instantly swelled and tightened; the demon dragon, previously standing firm, collapsed with a thunderous crash.

As the earth trembled, the golden-red dragon scales suddenly lost their luster, turning dull as stone; amid the dust, upon the back of the petrified demon dragon statue—still over ten meters tall even in its prone form—Feng Xue finally grasped the talisman symbolizing [Wood].

“Success!” Daelis’s face lit up with ecstatic joy; this was her first time participating in real combat, and the intensity stirred a powerful urge to speak—even from a support role, she felt no issue with it.

The Heavenly Realm always lets the hero take center stage; this time would be no different. She no longer cared if the Heavenly Realm noticed—she activated all her effects: armor unfurled, dazzling light effects surged, and the environment began to shift; Daelis walked toward Feng Xue like a Valkyrie welcoming a hero who had achieved greatness to the divine realm.

Wait, why do I feel like the players turned into roadside trash? Can this damn game give us any sense of participation?

Guan’er, just returning to the front line, caught only the finale and complained on the public chat; Baolong shook his head and said:

“If we gave you real participation, you’d complain the cinematic was weak. In a scene like this, can we just drop a CG and let players unleash their ultimate moves? Who gets to? Everyone’s Qi Ball?”

“True… hey, what if we all did a ‘Eat Shrimp’ right now?” Guan’er stared at the CG, suddenly pulling out a toilet plunger; Baolong was about to dissuade him, but noticed the usually vocal Dragon Warrior was unusually silent—he spoke up:

“Bro, what’re you thinking about?”

“Nothing… I just feel this plot has a sense of déjà vu… how to put it? Like something’s missing, like it shouldn’t end here.” The Dragon Warrior, a veteran gamer, had played every game imaginable—he’d seen every trope.

Guan’er shook his head:

“The final boss got plot-killed—what else could happen? It’s not like the stone’s gonna suddenly revive, right?”

“You just said it was plot-killed—if it’s plot-killed, how can it still be the final boss… wait! Shit! I get it!”

The Dragon Warrior suddenly shuddered; all the plot threads from the new version snapped together in his mind—but before he could explain, the sky, just moments ago clear, darkened again with storm clouds.

“Of course!” The Dragon Warrior grinned; then the players heard the Daoist priest standing behind the dragon statue let out a sinister laugh—

“The Five Elements’ power, the imperial dragon vein! Now, I have nothing left to lack!”

“What are you doing?” Daelis was still stunned, unable to grasp what was happening—but Feng Xue had already embedded the talisman into the belt transformed from Liu Yunxi; the little bells and Mo Ying returned, and the “petrified” wish-energy beneath his feet began to flow back.

He looked at Daelis, who was still pumping wish-energy into him with frantic thumps, and sneered:

“Thank you for your help. Without you, I’d never have acquired this power so quickly!”

(End of Chapter)