Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 988 - 596 No Fools

Chapter 988: Chapter 596 No Fools

The Giant Dragon before him utterly surpassed Mickros’s understanding of Giant Dragons. In his memory, whether they were Metal Dragons or Colored Dragons, they all epitomized elegance, possessing smooth lines like those of felines. Not to mention being overweight; even the extremely robust were rare.

Giants Dragons had such body types not only because they deliberately maintained them for easier flight, but also because of their extraordinary digestive abilities and powerful energy storage characteristics. A lot of their energy was not stored in fat like other creatures, but rather permeated their bodies in the form of Magic Power. Coupled with their tendency for extended dragon slumbers, gaining weight was indeed a difficult task.

This Black Dragon completely shattered that traditional perception. She was like a mountain of flesh, with leathery chunks of meat forcefully bursting through the confines of Dragon Scales and enveloping them, making her look as though she was covered in fleshy tumors. Her neck, tail, and the undersides of her limbs were all packed with excess flesh, giving her a remarkably bulky appearance, including her cheeks, which even on a Black Dragon were usually skeletal; they too, were covered in flab, squeezing her eyes down to two sizes smaller, causing her to bear a distinct resemblance to an abnormally robust fat pig.

She sprawled on a massive, specially made Royal Court chair, her limbs’ outlines barely distinguishable, mostly obscured by the adipose tissue of her abdomen. Her breathing was difficult and heavy; after a while, she had to stop eating to gasp for several seconds before beginning another round of feasting.

Ordinarily, elderly Black Dragons possess a large Body Type. She had completely broken through these bounds, easily having a giant body close to a Peak State, with her body weight even far exceeding it.

Mickros had reason to believe that the reason she gathered so many Lizardfolk and built the Royal Court was to facilitate her own eating.

She was the very embodiment of gluttony; not even summoning Mickros interrupted her continued feeding. Between heavy breaths, she asked, "Have you personally visited Komeer’s Purple Dragon Palace?"

"Ten years ago, I had the honor," replied Mickros truthfully, "Your Majesty, in terms of size, not to mention the Purple Dragon Palace, even the Giant Ruins Palace pales in comparison. To call it the largest palace on Felen Continent would not be an exaggeration."

Mickros was not lying; the size of the Lizard Queen’s Giant Dragon Palace was indeed astonishing, but in other respects, it was laughable compared to the opulent Purple Dragon Palace in terms of both design and craftsmanship.

This was the art of words.

"Good, good, good," murmured the Lizard Queen, unconcerned with digging deeper. Between heavy breaths, she added, "Now, tell me, why have you sought audience with me? What is your purpose?"

All Giant Dragons are beings of high intelligence, especially those beyond juvenile age, as they have accumulated a wealth of life experience. Humans may become cunning with age, but Giant Dragons are no exception, not even this Black Dragon that resembled a pig.

She certainly didn’t believe that this human before her had come to her home for no reason, bearing gifts of over a million Gold Coins.

Of course, she would take the Gold Coins, but whether she would fulfill the request depended on her mood.

"Before we discuss business, I’d like to present a Memory Projection to Your Majesty," Mickros cut straight to the point without mincing words.

"Proceed," Kurgor said with interest, treating the matter as mere entertainment during her meal.

Without further ado, Mickros formed a Dharma Seal and projected a Memory Projection.

The scenes within the Memory Projection were simple and straightforward: the Giant Dragon Coast Allied Forces continuously transporting various resources to Efanso, ending with the image of the Conqueror Army departing Efanso.

Unconsciously, the Lizard Queen Kurgor stopped her relentless eating, saliva dripping profusely. This time, it wasn’t due to the food but the sight of vast wealth.

Every Giant Dragon was an excellent appraiser, possessing both acquired experience and innate genes. Even through someone else’s Memory Projection, she could easily assess the wealth carried by this troop—starting at least in the tens of millions, possibly even more, for their equipment, food, carts, and even their very beings were all part of this fortune. With so many people, not to mention selling them off at a handsome price, even using them as a food reserve would be ample for Kurgor to feast upon for years, without the need for her Servants to scour for food, let alone consuming ill-tasting Spell creations.

Most Spells were concocted by humanoid creatures, flavored according to human tastes, not a Giant Dragon’s. What might be a delicacy in a humanoid’s mouth turned terribly foul for the unique palate of a Black Dragon. Without the fermentation and rot akin to stagnant water, the food would drastically slow down her eating Speed, in turn delaying the joy she derived from feeding—a situation she found entirely intolerable.

Such immense wealth far exceeded her Dragon’s Nest by tenfold.

In terms of creating wealth, those intelligent beings, especially Humans, were second to none on the Felen Continent.

Especially with a glutton like the Lizard Queen’s Court presided over by Kurgor, the majority of the wealth they generated ended up in Kurgor’s bottomless pit of a stomach—Tun Marsh was a Medium-sized swamp, abundant with surface and underground water, rich in nutrients, naturally teeming with wealth, particularly a great variety of aquatic and amphibious creatures.