[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-saya-and-the-dragon":3,"chapter-saya-and-the-dragon-saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-186":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Saya and the Dragon",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1705173,2177,"Chapter 179: Turnips and Terror","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-186",186,"\u003Cp>I woke up screaming. Again. No chains, no altar, no dungeon orgy—worse. So much worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mud. Piles of it. And shit. Not metaphorical shit. Real, steaming, animal shit. Everywhere. I was barefoot, obviously. Because my dream self hates me. And I was holding a wooden pitchfork. A pitchfork. What evenisthat?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a hut. One room. One. No windows. A door that creaked like the bowels of a dying ogre. Inside: straw bed, dented pots, some lumpy man snoring on a lice mattress, and children. So many children. Sticky. Wailing. Feral. And they kept calling memama. I don’t even remember birthing them! Did I black out for nine months? Multiple times?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them threw a turnip at my head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tried to run. Nope. Yard full of geese. Violent, hissing beasts with murder in their eyes. I tripped over a pig and landed in something warm and deeply wrong. My dress—a hideous brown sack tied with twine—rode up my thighs, and no one cared. Because no one in that gods-forsaken mudhole had the decency to be scandalized. Not even the cows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tried to find a mirror. There was none. I tried to cast a spell. Nothing happened. I tried to seduce the milkman. He was ninety-seven, deaf, and blind. But married. Of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that idiot dream-husband of mine? Woke up, scratched himself, and told me to fetch water from the creek “before the sun got lazy.” I stabbed him with the pitchfork. Or tried to. It bounced off his calluses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the worst part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in the dream Iknewit was a dream. I kept screaming, “Wake up, wake up, wake up!” and the world just got more vivid. I couldsmellthe goat cheese. I couldfeelthe blisters. One of the children tried to braid my hair with bits of hay and told me I used to be beautiful, once. Before the “accident.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t know what the accident was. But I swear, if I ever find that child again, real or not, I’m punting them into the next dimension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as I was milking something Ihopedwas a cow, the dragon landed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In thedream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except he wasn’t my dragon. He was pink. Fluffy. Wearing an apron. He said, “Time for the midday porridge, dearest.” I screamed. The sky cracked open. I fell into darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And woke up curled against my actual dragon’s actual tail, sweaty, panting, and whispering, “Tell me I’m not a farmer’s wife. Please tell me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t open his eyes. Just murmured, “No more mushroom wine before bed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve never hugged him so hard in my life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never. Again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I swear if I ever see a turnip in real life, I’m setting it on fire.\u003C\u002Fp>",449,"2026-06-06T14:39:25.900Z",1,"novelbin.me","066d2f94120125be4739ae4f30a8d5c60909aa50ee6bac1c9f9333a5f67c5ba1","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-187","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-185",228,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsaya-and-the-dragon-cover.jpg"]