The Bizarre Adventure of the Elf

Chapter 380 The Transformation Completed
In the quiet room, Dior was the only one sitting on a chair. The white walls were wiped clean, and his own shadow could be vaguely reflected from it.

Leaning against the huge glass jar, his gaze slowly moved across the computer screen.

This is an extremely rare treatise on the Overlord Elf, which describes the speculation and ideas about the Overlord Elf.

Although there are many words, it is a pity that most of them are wrong.

At least from what Dior has learned, none of the above is correct.

"I can't believe this either."

With a sigh, Dio continued to slide to the next article, which was still about the conjecture about the overlord elf.

None are proven.

"Sure enough, this kind of thing still depends on yourself."

Gently stroking the glass jar, Dio frowned.

He is not a researcher, and he has no idea about the cultivation of the rice spoon snake today.

And Dior has never seen any trainer above the quasi-king who is still cultivating a little elf like a rice spoon snake who is not very good in all aspects.

Although this can only be regarded as a modified version of the magic.

Today is the seventh day that the rice spoon snake has fallen into a deep sleep, and the glass jar containing the rice spoon snake has also been replaced with a larger one.

The rice spoon snake's body has grown to a length of six meters in seven days, and its bucket-like waist has become thicker again. The cuticle on the skin is constantly falling off, and finally sinks to the bottom of the fiberglass.

The huge body can already be regarded as initially breaking away from the category of ordinary elves.

Three rubber tubes are connected to the glass fiber reinforced plastics, and the nutrient solution is continuously input into it. The consumption of the nutrient solution has reached millions. Pay it off by fighting in the Pixie Arena.

Fangtooth Shark is just stuck at the lower limit of the elf arena, and it is still capable of fighting against the weakest group of trainers here.

Not to mention Shawarang, as long as the opponent's strength is not too close to the quasi-king, then he will not fail.

"Speaking of which, I am quite suitable to play here."

It can not only make money, but also give the elves combat experience.

Dior's pixie fighting style has attracted a large number of loyal customers within seven days. Once Dior's name appears on today's match list, all positions for that battle will be reserved within half an hour.

The only disadvantage is that when the elves are fighting, there are a few fiery eyes looking at themselves.

Good thing I had a mask on.

Dio, who lives in this small room every day, thinks so.

Ding-dong-

The doorbell rang, and a female voice came from the PA equipment on the wall.

"Mr. World, the next match will start in half an hour, please get ready for the next elf."

"Ah."

After pressing the button of the communication device, Dio replied indifferently.

"Wait for a while, I'll be right back."

As before, Dio softly bid farewell to the rice spoon snake in front of the fiberglass, picked up the belt with the poke ball on the table, opened the door, and strode towards the arena.

……

As if waking up from a beautiful dream, the rice spoon snake opened its eyes in a daze, and twisted its bones that hadn't moved for a long time and were about to rust.

puff puff...

Air emerged from the shattered cuticle, turned into small bubbles and floated upwards, and finally exploded with a soft sound.

The body is in a kind of spring water with just the right temperature, and the warm spring water makes the rice spoon snake very comfortable.

But no matter how comfortable the spring water is, after seven days of continuous soaking, it will also produce a feeling of boredom.

In order not to shatter the fragile glass jar, the rice spoon snake had to carefully swing its big tail.

The first thing that comes out of the nutrient solution is the snake head, and under the shed scales is the new cuticle, which is the last snake skin that has shed this time.

Slowly, the whole body was moved out of the glass jar. On the dark and hard snake scales was a sticky nutrient solution, and the emerald green liquid formed a wet trace under the snake's body.

"Confidential~"

Trying to stick out his tongue, the rice spoon snake caught the smell of Dio nearby.

When she was sleeping, she could feel that Dio was always by her side, not to mention being inseparable, but most of the time she relied on herself.

So... just wait here for Dio to come back...

The room Dior was in was not small. It was remodeled from the previous infirmary. There were ten beds, which was quite large for ordinary humans.

But the current rice spoon snake is here, and can't even complete any decent activities.

Lying quietly on the ground, the rice spoon snake exposed the snake letter to the outside, feeling the smell of Dior.

It's like having Dior around...

……

"Uh-wow-!"

An arm hammer knocked the Flame Lion flying, which had nowhere to escape, and hit the wall heavily, and the circle bear roared with all its strength to show its existence.

After making a fuss, he stared at the Flame Lion who was about to lose his fighting power, talking and talking.

Two canine teeth turned outwards, unstoppable saliva slid down the corners of his mouth, there was not much reason remaining in his eyes.

"I...I surrender, I want to take my Flame Lion for treatment."

Seeing that the mad circle bear was about to pounce on his partner, Dior's opponent surrendered to the referee without hesitation.

"Coward, that Flame Lion hasn't lost its fighting power yet!"

"That's right, I don't have the courage to fight to the last moment, thanks to you, you can still be called a trainer!"

"If you don't dare to play games, go back and plant berries as soon as possible, don't call yourself a trainer!"

Boos and jeers came from the audience, but Dior's opponents fell on deaf ears.

He knew that those audiences just wanted to see the circle bear ravage the flame lion, so as to release their pressure.

He went straight to take the Fire Lion back, and ran out of the arena with his head down, not even daring to say a harsh word.

He was afraid that Dior would not be able to stop the circle bear.

"Egg yolk, come back."

"Wipe your saliva first."

Hearing Dio's voice, Circle Bear's eyes immediately recovered, and he looked at Dio's backpack greedily as usual.

"The winner of this game is... the world!"

When the circle bear came to Dio, the referee dared to jump down from the auditorium and stand up, raising the small flag in his hand to announce the result of the game.

"Dio, you won again."

"If you keep winning like this, maybe you will really catch up with me, haha."

A young man whistled, stretched out his hand frivolously, trying to put it on Dio's shoulder, and then he floated up.

"If you do this again, maybe you won't have the chance to fight elves in the future."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

"Mr. Dior is the most serious."

(End of this chapter)