Chapter 47: The Immense and the Insignificant

Luge decided to rest for the first time within this space, trying to relax and get some sleep. It had just occurred to him that this place was clearly called the Abyssal Bedroom, yet he had never slept or rested inside it—wasn't that too strange? He had to make up for it, to fill in this missing record.

He curiously approached the spatial wall, took out his short spear and lightly touched it. The spatial wall, shifting disorderly between black, gray, and white, rippled in a riot of colors upon contact.

As for using spells to attack the spatial wall or the like, he did want to try it, and knew he wouldn't break it, but in the end he still did not do it.

He meditated and rested peacefully, sleeping until he didn't know whether it was day or night.

The first spatial trial sleep ended perfectly.

Opening the spatial door, it was still the spacious, through-and-through great bedroom. The location entered upon opening the door and the location exited would not change, like a temporary anchor point dropped before opening the door. This was a good thing, and also a bad thing—for example, if he wanted to use it to evade enemies, he could only wait for the other party to leave on their own, while he inside could not see the situation outside.

Luge simply tidied up, did not notify Aijin, and left the Settlement alone at a leisurely pace.

Marching quickly all the way, he once again arrived at that Valley.

This time he didn't need to dig up a large area of earth again. Finding the position, he stood on top, simply protected his head and face with both hands, quickly collected the earth and stones beneath his feet, descended at extreme speed in a straight line, calculating in his mind that once he got close to the underground Cave Entrance he would dig forward, no longer caring whether the passage behind him collapsed and was blocked.

Seeing the colossal Giant Beast once again was still shocking.

Luge stood motionless in place, waiting until the next astonishing breathing sound came, before he began to move about calmly in the cave.

On the way here, he had also supplemented some Meat Worms, and adding those left over from before in the Abyssal Bedroom, even if this aberrant Dragon Giant Beast woke up and trapped him in the Abyssal Bedroom, it would be enough for him to last for some days, even until this fellow fell asleep again or left. He wasn't very worried about this, because for such a big fellow, once awake, it would most likely go out to hunt, and it would be a large-scale hunt lasting for quite a while.

While hurrying, he tried combining the Light Body Technique with Bull Strength. It was a pretty good combination, just a bit hard to control at first; once he got used to it, it was another world entirely.

At this moment he cast these two spells on himself again, and additionally added a Spiritual Boiling, beginning to walk around the outer circle of the cave as if strolling through his own little garden.

He felt a stirring in his heart, took out his robe and put it on neatly, with the Hood also steadily covering his head.

After walking a circle, he didn't rush to strike. Even a mosquito had to learn to find a good opportunity—at least to know what part it could bite through.

He came to the other party's Tail, first opened a spatial door, then plucked up his courage and reached out to touch the tip of its Tail. Although it was the end of the Tail, an actual tail tip was still bigger than this little Kobold of his.

The moment his palm touched, his heart gave an uncontrollable thump, and the few new hairs on his back stood up, but he soon focused his mind and began to carefully feel the sensation transmitted under his hand. A mosquito being unable to insert its proboscis was what he worried about most. A difficult start is normal; ending right at the beginning is also common.

He slowly withdrew his hand and decided to give up on this place.

Learning the Light Body Technique was precisely for this moment. He took a deep breath, plucked up his courage, leaped up, and landed on the middle section of the aberrant Dragon's Tail.

Since he couldn't break through its old hide normally, then he would try to find old wounds on its body.

Since it had no wings, then he would go look on its back.

Luge had previously thought of the mosquito merely as self-mockery, but now as he traversed the aberrant Dragon's back, he really felt like a little worm. However, as time passed, this big fellow showed no sign of waking up, so he was no longer as nervous as at the beginning.

He stepped on layers of overlapping scales, feeling as if he had stepped onto a large landscape building artificially constructed.

As he approached the rear of the aberrant Dragon, the dark scales grew larger and larger, and the little Kobold had to take off his ill-fitting Old Boots, lest he slip while walking. He certainly didn't want to be the first Kobold to trip and fall on a Dragon's back because of wearing shoes.

No!

There really wasn't one?

When passing a place with a slightly steeper slope, he crawled on all fours, then crawled forward for a distance, stood up swaying, still didn't see what he had in mind. He plucked up his courage and leaped lightly, but still couldn't see the full picture. Fortunately, he saw a larger area.

The bad news was that this big fellow really had no Dragon Wings, and apparently had never been born with that pair of large wings.

The good news was that there really was a wound on its back—a wound big enough for Luge to lie down and roll in—just that the location wasn't ideal, but it could be overcome.

Luge composed himself and began to approach that wound. This seemed to confirm that this aberrant Dragon was not a True Dragon.

After he went through countless hardships and approached that wound at an angle too steep to stand on bit by bit, he looked there with anticipation.

Inside the wound with its rolled flesh and blood, there was another miraculous sight.

Luge blinked his eyes and with difficulty came near.

Only to see that inside the aberrant Dragon's wide wound was embedded a large metal object, on which dark red inscriptions wrote a line of large characters: Aberrant Dragon Management Association, followed by a long string of numbers.

Below was an explanation; at the edge of the explanation, a line of small text read: If this Dragon is discovered in the Wilderness, please report to the Aberrant Dragon Management Association.

He touched his chin, stood firm on his feet, and carefully studied the explanation above.

Aberrant Dragons, just like various anomalies in the World striving, prove from the side the immensity of the World. There will always be some abnormally born things. Speaking of Aberrant Dragons alone, most of them are not considered powerful, and even due to their own strange changes, it is difficult for them to continue to reproduce offspring. And some Aberrant Dragons are abnormally stronger than Pure-Blood Dragon Species, even giving birth to some outrageous abilities. This is also the reason the Aberrant Dragon Management Association was born.

And this aberrant Dragon with a long string of numbers was precisely that kind of Aberrant Dragon whose strength is not weaker than Pure-Blood Dragon Species. Moreover, it was the kind with a rather stubborn temperament. It had no wings, was not recognized by the Dragon clan, yet still inherited the pride of Giants Dragons.

The supervision process for normal Aberrant Dragons is generally divided into two types. Those with weak strength have the lowest Monitoring Level. Those judged higher in strength and their own Aberrant special nature will have the intensity of supervision increased level by level. But all this still belongs to the first type of Limited Supervision—just leaving various Marks on the Dragon's body, without restricting the Aberrant Dragon's life.

The purpose of the Aberrant Dragon Management Association is not to judge entirely based on strength and potential harm.

But rather to see whether the Aberrant Dragon has committed a crime.

As long as an Aberrant Dragon violates the regulations, regardless of its strength, it will be classified into the second type of Mandatory Supervision, from then on losing its freedom. Serious cases will become resources of the Association, serving as long-term experimental materials for Wizards. This is also a major source of funding for the Aberrant Dragon Management Association's operation. The rating of an Aberrant Dragon's strength and harm is only to determine the intensity of measures taken when allocating supervision.

The proud fellow before Luge.

Was merely a supervision target of the second-to-last level, belonging to the kind that had committed a crime, restricted to move within a certain area. Its body possessed a measure to force it to sleep, with the trigger condition being privately leaving the region demarcated by the Aberrant Dragon Management Association. It knew it would fall asleep, even starve to death in its sleep, knew it definitely could not escape, but was simply unwilling to be trapped there.

(Chapter End)