[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-milf-s-dragon":3,"chapter-the-milf-s-dragon-the-milf-s-dragon-chapter-186":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Milf's 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},1208192,1564,"Chapter 186. Trust is a Broken thing","the-milf-s-dragon-chapter-186",186,"\u003Cp>The next day began with silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen and Varkoth had fallen into a rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d cleared the eastern section of Zone 7. Killed two more prisoners who tried to ambush them during the night. Hunted a Tier 5, five-star predator that had been stalking them since yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen’s credits: 287,000.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varkoth’s credits were likely higher, he didn’t share his count, and Owen didn’t ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[CURRENT RANK: #5 OF 191]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[SURVIVAL TIME: 3 DAYS, 4 HOURS]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[PRISONERS REMAINING: 191]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nine dead in three days. The attrition rate was brutal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stood at the edge of Zone 7, where the green of the jungle met the red of volcanic rocks. To the north, Zone 3. Gorvax’s starting location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m heading there...\" Owen said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varkoth looked at the volcanic region. Lava rivers visible even from this distance. Heat shimmering the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To find the Sower, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varkoth was quiet for a moment. \"Then Our three days are up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen nodded. \"They are.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You planning to keep the alliance?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Depends. Are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varkoth’s four arms flexed. \"You’re useful. Fast. Smart. Good instincts. Together we’ve climbed the ranks faster than apart.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But the Sower is Tier 4, five-stars. If you find him, you don’t need me. And I don’t need or want the complication.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen’s CE sense flared. Something in Varkoth’s posture had shifted. Subtle. But present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You planning to kill me now?\" Owen asked directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varkoth smiled. \"Hmm... I’m considering it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because I’m competition?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because you’re worth 287,000 credits. Killing you would put me at the top.\" Varkoth stepped closer. \"Nothing personal. Just strategy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen’s gauntlets hummed. His CE gathered. \"I’m not one to die quietly\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then it gets messy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drones circled closer. Excited. Viewer engagement spiking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen didn’t move. \"We had a deal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Deals end. That’s how Prison World works.\" Varkoth’s lower arms extended. Upper arms clenched into fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varkoth laughed. \"I’m Tier 4, three-stars. You’re Tier 5, five-stars. The gap is wider than you think.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’He’s right. Raw CE, he’s got 25,000 baseline. I’ve got 5,600. But I have tricks he hasn’t seen yet.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen activated Dragon’s Eye. Studied Varkoth’s stance. His weight distribution. The way his four arms positioned for maximum striking power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’He’s confident. Overconfident. That’s exploitable.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen spoke calmly. \"Come on, man. I don’t want to fight you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm, then leave your credits with me\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t think so buddy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varkoth sighed. \"Stubborn.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faster than Owen expected. All four arms struck simultaneously from different angles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen used Momentum Shift. 7 CE. Appeared three meters left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varkoth’s fists hit empty air. He pivoted immediately. Stone feet cracked the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen didn’t counter yet. Just dodged. Testing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varkoth attacked again. A barrage. High, low, middle. Relentless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen’s Dragon’s Eye tracked each strike. He dodged. Blocked with scaled forearms. Redirected momentum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Varkoth’s reach was too long. Four arms meant four attack vectors. Owen couldn’t avoid everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fist grazed his shoulder. Another caught his ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHAM! WHAM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain exploded. Owen’s CE dropped by 120. Ultra-Regeneration kicked in. 90 CE to heal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen created distance. Momentum Shift. 7 CE.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varkoth grinned. \"Running already?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen gathered CE into his throat. Dragon’s Breath. 200 CE.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black flames erupted. Not aimed at Varkoth directly—aimed at the ground between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fire spread. Created a barrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varkoth walked through it. His stone skin resistant. But it slowed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen used the opening. He channeled 150 CE into his fist. Cosmic Impact Fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struck the moment Varkoth emerged from the flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact hit Varkoth’s chest. Cracked his stone skin. Sent him sliding backward ten meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varkoth looked down at the crack. Then at Owen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grin widened. \"Better.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen didn’t have time to dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varkoth’s four arms grabbed him. Lifted him. Slammed him into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen’s vision blurred. CE dropped by 200. Ultra-Regeneration burned 150 CE.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varkoth raised all four fists. Ready to finish it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen activated Dragon’s Tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"{Release}\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cost: 80 CE.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word resonated. Varkoth’s grip loosened. Just a fraction. Just a heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen converted mana to CE. 100,000 mana for 100 CE.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he drove both fists into Varkoth’s cracked chest. 300 CE combined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crack widened. Spread. Varkoth stumbled backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen rolled free. Stood. Breathing hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His CE: 4,246.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varkoth’s chest was damaged. Stone skin bleeding—not blood, but mineral dust. But he was still standing. Still dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not bad,\" Varkoth said. \"But not enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his arms again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His head turned. North.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen felt it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A presence. Approaching fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Massive CE signature. Tier 4, five-stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gorvax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sower emerged from the volcanic region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His robed form was scorched. Blood stained his sleeves. But his scythe burned with energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped at the zone boundary. Looked at Owen. Then at Varkoth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Interrupt something?\" Gorvax’s voice was flat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varkoth’s posture shifted. Defensive. \"Gorvax.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gorvax’s featureless covering tilted toward Owen. \"You alright?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Been better.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gorvax’s scythe pulsed. \"Walk away, Varkoth. Or don’t. Your choice.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varkoth calculated. Two opponents. One Tier 4, five-stars. One Tier 5, five-stars. Both damaged but functional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His odds weren’t good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered his arms. \"Alright...\" He stepped back. \"But this isn’t over, False Fist. Next time we meet, no mercy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Looking forward to it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varkoth turned. Walked west. Disappeared into the jungle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drones followed him briefly, then returned to Owen and Gorvax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen exhaled. His ribs ached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gorvax approached. \"You’ve been busy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So have you.\" Owen gestured to Gorvax’s injuries. \"Volcanic zone treating you well?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tier 4 prisoners. Three of them. Tried to form a hunting pack.\" Gorvax’s scythe dissolved. \"They’re dead now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[PRISONERS REMAINING: 188]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen’s notification updated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[CURRENT RANK: #4 OF 188]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gorvax sat on a rock. \"Your rank climbed fast.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Killed when I had to. Hunted when I could.\" Owen sat beside him. \"You?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Same. Credits don’t matter for me. No pardon eligibility. But I’m not dying here.\" Gorvax looked toward the north. Toward the medical bay light-years away. \"Seri’s waiting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen nodded. \"Then we survive together. Watch each other’s backs.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Partners.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Partners.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the galaxy, betting pools exploded. The False fist and the Cosmic Criminal. Together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ratings skyrocketed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owen checked his CE. 4,246. He cycled RCT. Slowly recovering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s the plan?\" Gorvax asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Survive six months. Earn one billion credits. Get my pardon.\" Owen looked at him. \"Help you stay alive and escape from here and get Seri’s freedom.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Simple plan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Best plans usually are.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gorvax almost smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They sat in silence. Resting. Recovering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The jungle behind them. The volcanic region ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>",1082,"2026-06-03T14:09:28.083Z",1,"novelbin.me","a4758f9fc5a030100d993857de9b95cf31c0fd5af99086cf5de996b29e896535","the-milf-s-dragon-chapter-187","the-milf-s-dragon-chapter-185",221,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-milf-s-dragon-cover.jpg"]