Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 423 - 362 The Legendary Giant Dragon’s Greed_1

Chapter 423: Chapter 362 The Legendary Giant Dragon’s Greed_1

The Red Dragon Wraith spoke in a muffled, grumpy voice, "We’re here, this is the place."

"So soon." Gaven was astonished as he looked around.

They had been so engrossed in their discussion that they had not noticed they had already left Yewen Pond, passed through a large forest, and arrived at a sparse area with a peak that rose from the ground like red teeth.

Gaven asked curiously, "Where is this?"

"Blood Horn!" the Red Dragon Wraith answered in a muffled, grumpy voice.

Although he had been transformed into a wraith, his intelligence remained intact, and knowing what Gaven and his companions intended to do, he was naturally not in a good mood.

"I mean, specifically which place does it belong to?" Gaven added.

"By human terms, this place was once called Siren Valley, also known as Death Valley."

"So it is this place, no wonder it’s so desolate, it’s all saline-alkali soil." Gaven instantly knew where he was, "Who sent you to attack the Three Rivers Region?"

"It wasn’t a sending, it was cooperation." The Red Dragon Wraith corrected.

Even though he had become a wraith, the pride of belonging to the Giant Dragon race was still there, as many of their characteristics are not in their bones, but in their souls.

"Who did you cooperate with?" Gaven wouldn’t argue with the Red Dragon Wraith over such a trivial question, as it all amounted to the same thing.

"Haven’t you already guessed?" the Red Dragon Wraith grumbled, "The Sambiya consortium, usually it’s a man named Carter who comes to me as a spokesman."

"So it was him, it looks like he’s a professional lobbyist." Gaven immediately envisioned a middle-aged man exuding pride in his very marrow, then asked, "Is it true, as the legends say, that you collaborated with the Sambiya merchants to bring disaster to the East Road?"

"It is true, we each got what we needed," the Red Dragon Wraith answered truthfully.

He was now completely under the control of the Death Roar, completely unable to resist any of Gaven’s commands, including questioning.

Gaven eagerly asked, "Do you have any evidence or anything of that nature?"

Although everyone knew Sambiya’s actions were dirty, legends are one thing, tangible evidence is another.

Even if they couldn’t do substantial harm to those wealthy folks of Sambiya, it was still worth it to make them feel disgusted, right? They couldn’t just let them disgust themselves without striking back.

"What evidence?"

"Something that proves the existence of your cooperation, like a Memory Crystal or something."

To say magic can do anything might be an exaggeration, but it indeed can achieve many things that modern methods can, and even things they cannot.

Spells like memory projection, phantasm, and projection technique aren’t high in level.

Many excellent spies carry such Magic Artifacts.

"No." The Red Dragon Wraith answered without hesitation.

"That’s a pity," Gaven sighed regretfully.

The answer did not surprise him.

After all, charging headlong into battle is the typical temperament of Red Dragons.

Schemes and conspiracies are the forte of Green Dragons; were it them, they would certainly have left behind relevant evidence to blackmail the Sambiya merchants for more gains.

Zalanda suggested with a laugh from the side, "Without evidence, then fabricate some. That Dwarves Shadow Knight of yours, the one you said is the Sacrificer of the Goddess of Undead Vengeance, she should be skilled in that area."

"That’s a good point, I must try that once we get back... Hiss..."

Not only Gaven took a sharp intake of breath, but Zalanda, Shanoba, and Luna did as well.

Because they were now deep inside the belly of Blood Horn Mountain, in the Dragon’s Nest of the young Red Dragon.

Mountains of Gold Coins greeted their eyes.

This was not a mere adjective.

It was the literal truth.

Enough coins for a young Giant Dragon to swim and roll in.

His shameful collusion with the Sambiya merchants had granted him wealth beyond his age.

Not to mention adult Giant Dragons, even middle-aged ones would feel shame in his presence.

The mere quantity of Gold Coins was no less than five hundred thousand Nu Bao.

Although the amount Gaven had accounted for at the Ghost Grape Wine Auction was three or four times that, most of that was just numbers on paper.

When it came to real transactions, goods were mostly involved and the amount of Gold Coins he actually handled was at most around two hundred thousand, and that too was scattered in various places.

Where else would you see such a pile gathered together, with such a visual impact?

No wonder the world loves to slay dragons, and rob Dragon Nests.

Because this feeling was just too damn exhilarating.

Normally, even if you managed to kill a Giant Dragon and enter its nest, it would still entail numerous difficulties.

The inside would be rife with various Traps, monstrous minions of the Dragon, and so on.

Giant Dragons spare no effort to guard their treasures.

But this problem did not exist for Gaven and his group.

They were led by the owner of this domain.

Those monstrous minions of the Dragon peeking their heads out in the tunnel corridors.

Upon realizing that the Red Dragon had been killed and turned into a wraith, they didn’t angerly roar and come out seeking Revenge. Instead, they turned around and fled without hesitation.

They served the Red Dragon out of Fear, not Loyalty.

Some brainless ones foolishly charged out only to be met with an immediate demise by the Red Dragon Wraith’s slap, killing several instantly. The rest fled in terror.

Swallowing hard, Zalanda posed a new question, "With so many gold coins, how do we transport them? Even with all of us, we’d need a hundred and eighty trips at least. Without needing three trips, everyone will know where the Dragon’s Nest is."

Gaven laughed heartily, "Do you really think I’d come unprepared? Just you wait and see!"

As he spoke, his shadow began to stretch, and the phantom of Weizemay Manor emerged, a vast amount of negative energy ceaselessly pouring into the gold coins.

All the gold coins that were stained black by the negative energy began to vanish into thin air.

The speed was not particularly fast, but it was very steady. The swallowing of the entire mountain of gold was just a matter of time.

Zalanda, incredulous, asked, "What’s happening here?"

"Due to the rush this time, I didn’t have the chance to show you the manor. That manor is extraordinary—it’s fully converted to shadow. I can direct its energy to shadowfy objects, then transfer them to the manor through the conductivity of the Shadow Plane," Gaven explained concisely.

"You have such an ability—is it related to your unique dual-class system?" Zalanda offered with a rich imagination, quickly regaining composure from the shock.

Now worldly and informed, she knew that many unbelievable things could happen in this world, and that was just one aspect.

The main point was, ever since meeting Gaven again, the shocks he brought her were too many, and she had grown somewhat numb to them.

"Sort of," Gaven vaguely replied. Some things could be freely discussed with Zalanda, but matters involving gods, particularly an evil god, were best kept known by as few as possible.

"You plan to use this method to transport Thacel’s cotton to the valley!" Zalanda used a statement, not a question, "If so, it could eliminate the costs of long-distance transport. If you can improve your weaving technology to be two or three times better than the current one, even if all Sambiyan merchants joined forces, they’d be crushed by you."

"But that’s not right, both the gold coins and the cotton threads will be filled with negative energy—how will you solve that problem?" Zalanda immediately grasped the crux of the issue.

"We have ways to extract it out at the manor," Gaven revealed with a triumphant grin, "Moreover, infusing negative energy into the cotton threads isn’t completely negative. How do you think Ghost Cloaks are made?"

"You mean to say, the Ghost Cloaks are... watch out..." Zalanda cried out in warning.

A giant ghostly foot came crashing down towards Gaven, who else could it be but the Red Dragon Wraith?

As Zalanda called out, Gaven had already reacted, leaping away with a Fairy Step.

"The gold coins are mine, all the gold coins are mine... no one can steal my gold coins... not even the gods... gold coin thieves, die... all of you die!"

The Red Dragon Wraith bellowed in outrage.

Its body flickered incessantly as mysterious runes appeared and disappeared within its ghostly form. Gaven’s Death Roar also glowed with the same frequency of light, seemingly trying to regain control over it.

The Giant Dragon’s soul, however, refused to accept these restraints and was desperately contending for control over its ghostly body.

It did not attack Gaven again but turned its head towards the mountain of gold coins and began to swallow large amounts of them.

Upon entering its body, the coins did not fall to the ground but eerily appeared across its spectral body, as if being inlaid.

What was more bizarre was the inlaid coins forcibly suppressed those mysterious runes.

It is said that there is an inseparable, mysterious connection between Giant Dragons and their treasures.

Now it seems to be true.

In order to protect its treasure, the Red Dragon Wraith could actually resist the suppression from Undead Divinity with great effort.

Now it is using its own treasure to suppress the control of this Undead Divinity.

One can only say that greed, when taken to the extreme, is also a terrifying force.

"When you were alive, you were no match for me; dead, you are even less likely to be." Gaven sneered and did not send the Red Dragon Wraith back directly.

Instead, he shifted the target of Weizemay Manor’s consumption to the Red Dragon Wraith, pressing down with an overwhelming might.

Death Roar contained only a trace of Divine Nature, but the Divine Nature in Weizemay Manor was a full four points.

When added together, they directly repressed the Red Dragon Wraith once again, making it utterly immobilized.

"You have a final choice. Either accept transformation and become one of the manor’s shadows, or be destroyed completely, becoming nourishment for the manor," Gaven said coldly, staring at the Red Dragon Wraith.

"My Gold Coins, my treasure, nobody can touch them, nobody can touch them..." At this moment, the Red Dragon Wraith was completely irrational. In its eyes, there was only its treasure, which even surpassed its own life and death. Its head started to move bit by bit again.

"If you seek your own death, then there’s nothing I can do." Gaven sighed. It was now impossible to completely devour the Red Dragon including its body, Dragon Soul, and treasure.

Weizemay Manor’s power was called to its utmost, beginning to tear directly from the Red Dragon Wraith’s body, pumping away the Negative Energy continuously.

Without the support of Negative Energy, the Dragon Soul was merely a carrier of memories.

This matter taught Gaven a vivid lesson.

The next time he encountered such a situation,

he absolutely must not guard a Giant Dragon and its treasure, not even the Dragon Soul.

If it hadn’t been for his sufficient trumps,

they would probably have had to flee in disarray.

Who knows what kind of monster a Red Dragon Wraith that had absorbed his own treasure vault would have transformed into.

The Red Dragon Wraith could not withstand Weizemay Manor’s extraction and began to shrink in size, becoming increasingly slender.

With a powerless roar, it completely vanished into thin air.

Zalanda couldn’t help but exclaim on the side, "I had only heard of the legendary greed of Giant Dragons before, never imagining it could reach the level of directly confronting the Magic Laws."

"Perhaps greed is one of the laws that created these creatures in the first place, so they are able to use their natural laws to counter the Magic Laws," Gaven could only ascribe everything to the legendary nature of the Giant Dragon species.

Meanwhile, he once again initiated the transformation of Weizemay Manor. Perhaps it was Gaven’s illusion,

but after absorbing the Red Dragon Wraith, the reflected shadows all took on the silhouette of a Red Dragon and seemed more intense, with the speed of Gold Coin transformation obviously having become much faster.