You were given the authority to tame beasts, not to raise unspeakable animals.

Chapter 13: Where did the dragon go?

The "VIP elevators" woven from tentacles came to a stop in front of a spacious obsidian terrace.

The tentacles curved downwards with extreme gentlemanly grace, even thoughtfully smoothing out the wrinkles on them, making a "please" gesture.

The hound stood on the hard, cold ground, its legs still a little unsteady. It glanced back at the bottomless abyss, then at Chen Mo, who was carrying a backpack and looked like he had just finished shopping. It couldn't exhale the breath it was holding in its throat.

"Rest for ten minutes."

The hound's voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of barely perceptible weakness. Although Chen Mo had managed to defuse the mental storm, most of the team members present still suffered damage to their Sanity. Their faces were ashen, and they slumped on the ground, panting heavily, clutching tranquilizers tightly in their hands and gulping them down.

The terrace is suspended in mid-air, with no railings around it.

The gray mist surging up from the abyss seemed alive, viscous and slippery, and within minutes it shattered everyone's vision. Beyond five meters, humans and animals were indistinguishable.

"Visual range is decreasing, activate sonar detection!"

The hound gave the orders cautiously, while he leaned against a broken stone pillar, trying to repair the alchemical revolver in his hand that had jammed due to overheating.

No one noticed that Gao Lin, the team's vice-captain, did not sit down to rest.

Like a venomous snake that had been lurking in this place for a long time, she silently slid to the edge of the terrace under the cover of the thick gray fog—where Chen Mo was standing alone, gazing at the desolate palace in the distance.

Gao Lin flipped her hand over, and crushed a dark gray crystal.

【Dust of Tranquility (Disposable Item)】

[Effect: Isolates all sound and spiritual energy fluctuations within a ten-meter radius. Duration: 30 seconds.]

An invisible membrane instantly opened, enveloping her and Chen Mo within it. In this small world, even if she chopped Chen Mo into mincemeat, the hunting dogs on the other side wouldn't hear a sound.

"Don't blame me. Blame yourself for offending the Gao family and having to come to a place where there's no way to verify the truth."

A cruel glint flashed in Gao Lin's eyes. She didn't have the bad habit of villains dying from talking too much; even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, let alone deal with a somewhat strange F-rank kid.

The lava tyrannosaurus beside her had long been unable to contain itself.

Even with its body lowered, this behemoth still resembled a heavy tank. Its bloodshot vertical pupils were fixed on Chen Mo's back, and its massive mouth, full of fangs, was slightly open, with dark green poisonous fire gathering in its throat, ready to be unleashed without making a sound.

Just one bite.

He swallowed her whole, skin and bones, along with that strange backpack. In this S-class restricted area, losing a person is more common than stepping on an ant.

Three meters. Two meters. One meter.

The poisoned blade in Gao Lin's hand was already close enough to touch the fur on Chen Mo's collar.

A deadly situation.

However, the boy who had been facing away from her sighed softly at that moment.

The sound was very soft, but in the silent, shielded space, it was so clear it sounded as if it were right next to her eardrums.

"Deputy Captain Gao, have you ever heard this saying?"

Gao Lin's pupils contracted sharply, and without hesitation, the poisoned blade in her hand pierced straight into Chen Mo's back with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air!

"Dead men have no right to speak!"

At the same time, the Lava Tyrannosaurus suddenly sprang up, its gaping maw crashing down on its head!

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Chen Mo didn't turn around or dodge. He simply raised his hand and casually unzipped the canvas bag on his shoulder.

"Sizzle—"

The crisp sound of the zipper being opened actually drowned out the roar of the Tyrannosaurus Rex, becoming the sole dominant note in this space.

next second.

Gao Lin saw a scene that she would never understand in her next life... no, in her next life.

The backpack opening, which was originally only meant to hold a few books, did not reveal the lining or the black cat inside.

It stretched open.

It wasn't just a physical expansion; it was like tearing a circular gap in space. Inside the gap wasn't darkness, but a deep, soul-chilling, ever-swirling purple nebula.

"Guji."

A wet, muffled thud.

Several purplish-black tentacles, covered with strange suction cups and barbs, burst out from the small backpack opening!

They move so fast that they exceed the limits of visual capture.

There was no violent collision, no explosion of flames, and not even a physical sense of contact.

The moment those tentacles touched the massive body of the Lava Tyrannosaurus Rex, they were like an eraser in a painter's hand, or a pair of hands folding paper.

The A-level ferocious beast, which was as tall as a two-story building and covered with hard dragon scales, didn't even have time to utter a complete scream.

Its body began to twist, stretch, and fold in a bizarre manner.

It's like a three-dimensional photograph being forcibly compressed into a two-dimensional sheet of paper, and then being roughly crumpled into a ball by those tentacles.

Before the dragon head, which was spewing poisonous fire, could understand what was happening, it was stuffed into its rear end, and then the entire dragon turned into a fleshy ball no more than half a meter in diameter.

"Chirp!" (I'm so hungry!)

The tentacle swept up the still violently trembling ball of flesh, like a greedy tongue snatching away bread crumbs, and then swiftly retracted into the backpack.

The zipper slides up automatically.

"belch."

A satisfied thud came from the backpack.

empty.

The lava dragon that had occupied most of the terrace vanished into thin air. Not a drop of blood or a single scale remained on the ground.

Only a faint smell of sulfur lingered in the air, proving that a Class A ferocious beast had indeed been standing there.

The poisoned blade in Gao Lin's hand froze in mid-air, less than a centimeter away from Chen Mo's back.

But that mere centimeter became an insurmountable barrier.

Because she saw it, in the very last moment before the backpack zipper closed.

A huge, single golden eye, taking up the entire interior of the backpack, glanced at her coldly and mockingly through the gap.