CHAPTER 107: 107 ’GOOD MAN’ AND ’MADMAN’ (1/3)

"What about the others!?"

"Is this... the Deep Water Prison of the second zone? But why does it look like this now?"

The Dark Elves exclaimed, lifting their feet in panic, trying to escape the waterlogged ground beneath them.

The current Deep Water Prison was completely different from what they had been informed.

There wasn’t a hint of dryness, the Water Elements were extremely active, the ground had turned into a vast ocean, reaching past their waists, and the air was filled with intense dampness.

"Quiet, everyone calm down for me!"

"My lord..."

"Good Man" took a deep breath, suppressing the unease in her heart, and softly soothed her anxious subordinates.

"This might be a trait of this prison; we just happened to be teleported here."

"As you can see, we’ve already entered the second zone in advance; this is an advantage!"

She nodded vigorously, encouraging them:

"If we can find Svanni before anyone else, we will reap the greatest rewards in this rescue mission!"

"All the slaves, we can have the first pick!"

"The male slave you like can be snatched back from your mother, and the female slave can be reclaimed from your daughter; it’s all possible!"

She vigorously painted a bright future, boosting morale and stirring their emotions.

Seeing her subordinates grow excited, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good Man" was indeed considered the best among the five legends, but only from the perspective of the Dark Elves.

In this slave-owning race known for debauchery, evil, and madness, a Dark Elf like her, who would not actively abuse slaves, was very rare.

A rare great person.

But she merely restrained herself from acting; she would never criticize others’ actions.

She was also a Dark Elf, and among them, she was a high-ranking noble, having tread on the backs of slaves since birth, savoring the food nurtured by their blood.

She had never found anything wrong with this.

But just as everything settled down and she prepared to lead the team further in, a scream shattered their reverie.

"Is it a Water Elemental Giant Spirit!!?"

Whoosh!

Accompanied by a surge of monstrous waves, a water elemental giant fish over twenty meters long burst from the surface and crashed heavily toward them.

"Get out of the way!!!"

But before they could disperse, the giant fish shattered mid-air, transforming into sharp water spikes shooting toward them.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

In a critical situation, "Good Man" responded instantly, grabbing a nearby subordinate to shield herself.

"My lord!? No! Ah!"

Shh!

The spikes easily pierced through their bodies, turning into columns of blood, staining the sea beneath them red.

The Dark Elf used as a shield was severely injured but did not die immediately. She widened her eyes, glaring at "Good Man," and painfully said:

"Why? I... cough cough! I curse you, you will not have a good end either..."

"Good Man" ignored the wails of the deceased, casually twisted her neck to relieve her of her suffering.

In that last wave of attack, all her subordinates were dead, leaving her the only survivor.

She cautiously squinted, quickly scanning the surroundings, trying to locate the attacker.

The enemy is not terrifying.

What’s terrifying is that you can’t even find the opponent’s location.

Fortunately, the opponent didn’t seem to intend to hide at all, sitting openly on a reef in the center of the scene.

It’s that Sea Siren!

Her colorful tail idly stirred the water, like a naive girl playing by the stream.

Her face full of delight, humming a cheerful melody.

"Hmm~ hmm~"

... Wait!

A song!!?

Was she singing...?

Plop.

"Good Man" looked down and saw a hand melting away, floating on the water’s surface.

Rather than being frightened, she felt something strange, because that hand looked somewhat... familiar.

"This is, my hand?"

Upon realizing this, "Good Man" looked down to find that her chest had already been pierced, unknowingly corroded into a massive hole.

She hadn’t completely avoided it just now...

Upon realizing this last thought, her consciousness gradually dissolved, and the last of her strength dissipated.

The power of decay had long crawled up her spine like a bone-eating maggot, devouring her life.

"Good Man" fell heavily, head back into the water.

There was no pain, not even a sense of unease.

She closed her eyes in the warm water, akin to amniotic fluid, losing the last breath of life.

...

[Good people, when the last wave passes, proclaim their frail good deeds,

How brightly they might have danced in the green bays,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.]

...

"Good Man" felt no pain before death and quietly embraced the end.

But "Madman" wasn’t so lucky.

He... saw the dragon.

A slumbering Giant Dragon, lying on the ground like a small mountain.

"Gulp."

"Madman" swallowed silently, feeling completely off.

Indeed, he had a wild personality.

Indeed, he was a Legendary Warrior.

But he wasn’t a fool!

He wouldn’t be stupid enough to challenge an adult Giant Dragon alone.

Especially an existence clearly labeled as a "special individual"!

Even as a legend, it would at least take a complete Legend Squad to potentially take down such a Giant Dragon.

He held his breath, controlling every muscle in his body, gently lifting his feet, seeking a way out.

Slowly, moving bit by bit, gradually distancing himself from the terrifying beast.

But as if fate was mocking him, just when "Madman" was about to escape, another figure appeared out of nowhere in this space.

"Where is this!!?"

The panicked cry shattered the silence, also shattering the last hope within "Madman’s" heart.

"What is that!!? I..."

The frantic Dark Elf tried to shut his mouth, realizing something upon seeing the "small mountain," and quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

But it was already too late.

The Giant Dragon’s rhythmic, calm breathing had already stopped; its eyelids twitched before slowly opening its gigantic eyes.

The massive vertical pupil moved, fixing on the tiny insect nearby.

Hiss.

The Giant Dragon snorted disdainfully from its nostrils, sending a scorching gust that made the Dark Elf stagger back, almost falling.

"No! No..."

The latter Dark Elf muttered in despair, trying to lift his leaden knees to run.

Thud thud thud!

Heavy footsteps came from behind, and "Madman" arrived beside him.

He turned with joy, letting out a plea: "My lord! Save me..."

Then, his arm was seized.

"Ha!!!"

"Madman" let out a shout, grabbing the Dark Elf’s arm, swinging him up, and hurling him forcefully towards the Dragon’s mouth.

"Go die!!!"