CHAPTER 33: CHAPTER 33: [INFLUENCE] AND POTENTIAL

"To... have a relationship? But Master is a Giant Dragon, a Giant Dragon and a human are different after all!

How could they possibly have a relationship with food." Gewu stared, with a look of disbelief.

Although his brain wasn’t as clever as the Shaman in the tribe, he wasn’t stupid!

"Chief! You are still too young! Look at Master now, what stage do you think he is in?" the Half-Beastman Shaman whispered a reminder.

"Adolescence?"

"Exactly! Adolescence, you should know, how energetic are the Giant Dragons in their youth?

Whether it’s humans, elves, or even beasts, demons, devils, or even tiny fairies the size of a palm! They never spared anyone!

How many Dragon Blood Creatures has this world given birth to because of this?

Dragon Turtle? Elf Dragon? Ghost Dragon? Demon Dragon? Dragon Beast? Dragon Descendants...

If these elves were to have a relationship with Master and produce offspring, then... even if Master is such an Evil Dragon, he wouldn’t disregard his offspring.

The status of the elves, or rather, the status of the offspring would definitely surpass ours, right? Could we still have good days considering our relationship with the elves?" The Half-Beastman Shaman said a lot.

Chief Gewu’s eyes suddenly became serious.

He couldn’t help but size up Land and the elves, and finally glanced at the surrounding Half-Beastmen. After a moment, his eyes lit up and he ran over.

Not long after.

Land was immersed in the music, appreciating the dance of the elves, his huge head bobbing to the rhythm.

But suddenly, his expression changed drastically, his eyes widened as if he had swallowed a mouthful of excrement.

Do you know why?

Only to see a dozen muscular, green-faced female Half-Beastmen with bare yellow fangs, each with two bulging balls on their chests, running over to the elves and starting to imitate their movements!

Those coquettish huge hips, the thighs thicker than the elves’ waists, arms, and the scars all over them, swaying relentlessly.

"Ugh~~~~"

Land hunched over suddenly, retching dryly, his paws quickly covering his eyes, unable to stop shouting:

"Get out! Get away from me! You bunch of scum! Do you want me to go blind? Ah! My eyes!"

Land was furious, roaring crazily.

The terrifying sound wave almost burst human eardrums.

The elves and Half-Beastmen covered their ears, each one panic-stricken, fearing that the enraged Land would kill them all!

"Master! Master! What happened to you?"

The Half-Beastman Chief exclaimed in confusion.

"You Half-Beastmen, do you have no idea what you look like?

Why not learn something better instead of imitating elves dancing? If it weren’t for the fact that you just became my slaves, I’d have smashed you all into meat paste!"

Land roared.

"This... does Master mean we are ugly? This... how could it be!

Look at our Half-Beastman ladies with their strong chest muscles, hips, and sexy body hair! As well as scars symbolizing honor! How perfect they are!

Are they something those slender and tender elves can compare with?"

Half-Beastman Chief Gewu stood up for the female Half-Beastmen of his tribe.

"Damn Gewu!

If you dare to contradict me again! I will burn you to ashes!"

Land was extremely irritable, eyes filled with murderous intent.

Gewu, seeing this, unconsciously shrank his neck and could only helplessly call his tribesmen to withdraw.

He returned somewhat dejectedly to the side of the Old Shaman and whispered:

"You saw what just happened; Master doesn’t seem to like our tribe’s beauties.

Such beautiful muscles and big hips, sexy scars, Master actually doesn’t like them! Does he have a problem with his aesthetics?"

"Ahem~ Sigh~ I miscalculated! Chief, you don’t understand.

Besides our tribe, most races like the appearance of elves, it’s a pity!" The Old Shaman shook his head with some regret.

After Land roared away the Half-Beastmen, he took several heavy breaths, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and cursed the Half-Beastmen as useless trash in his heart.

But soon, he became a bit worried.

Of course, he wasn’t worried that these guys would rebel.

He was worried the Half-Beastmen were too useless!

Elves practicing dance, not only could they provide eye candy when bored, but once trained and formed, they could also be sent out to perform!

Thinking of some men in his previous life who were fanatical about such groups.

Land believed that even the human males in this world couldn’t escape conventional norms.

As a former human, he knew well what nine-tenths of human men were made of.

They were a bunch with their lower brain controlling the upper brain, most admiring this kind of provocative dance, and as long as they saw it, their brains would lift off continuously.

In this way, these elves, even before being consumed, had high value and could create useful wealth for him.

But the Half-Beastmen?

Having them all learn to dance definitely won’t do, if they dared perform this dance in human society, Land believed those nobles with burned eyes would surely deploy troops and chop the Half-Beastmen into meat paste!

Then what to do?

Even though the Half-Beastmen were quite strong, perhaps suitable for construction work in the past life, this world had magic.

Those Casters, using earth element Shaping Magic to build houses was far better than manpower.

This made the Half-Beastmen awkward.

If they couldn’t be properly trained to create useful value in their spare time, wouldn’t that be a waste?

Land would not allow waste of manpower among his subordinates! That was shameful!

He pondered hard, fretting over the Half-Beastmen, and mentally overworked himself to the point of gradually falling into a dream.

In his sleep.

He once again came to his computer desk in his past life.

"[Influence] I! [Influence] II!

You subdued a fairly strong group of Half-Beastmen, and Nature Elves became your slaves. (Although they might not be sincere, undoubtedly, on the surface, they are your slaves, and outsiders would see you as a group.)

You have become a Lord Giant Dragon with your own influence.

You obtained new potential.

Potential +1! Potential +2!"

"Please allocate new potential in the player panel."

[Player Panel]

Race: Dragon

Magic Growth: 2+

Physical Growth: 16+

Distributable Potential: 3

The next moment, Physical Growth: 19

...........

Land fell into slumber, his body like a cat, lying on the ground, his huge head resting on his front paws, his body rising and falling with his breathing, seemingly sleeping quite well.

Those elves who were originally still swaying stopped at this moment, panting heavily, looking at each other, one elf even opened her mouth to say something.

But Aikousha shook her head, glancing at the vigilant-looking Half-Beastmen beside her.

The meaning was self-explanatory.

"Lowly elves, you’d better not have any inappropriate thoughts, recognize your identity and status! You are just Master’s food!"

Upon hearing this, the elves ignored the ugly Half-Beastmen, just starting to dig a pit not far away, preparing to bury their deceased kin in it.

But the Half-Beastmen on the side intercepted them and shouted: "You lowly things! Do you want to snatch Master’s food?"

This loyal dog posture made the elves nauseous.