Life is tough, so Honglong resorts to performing?

Chapter 63 Net
Loren was completely unaware of what was happening in the distant city.

He stumbled and twisted along the teleportation array, finally arriving once again in front of himself in the deserted alley.

He was lucky today; he grabbed the hand in just two tries. Then, he recited the activation incantation and Loren returned to the demiplane.

He then began to carefully review his memories and search each room for any clues he had left behind.

After repeated checks, Loren was certain that he had not forgotten anything this time.

This includes knowledge about the wilderness, and reminders to leave notes or messages.

This is probably because shaping the prototype of the magical heart liberated a part of the soul's essence.

Relieved, Loren piled up the low-quality magic crystal ore and began the crushing process.

He has two nights, tonight and tomorrow, dedicated to dealing with this mess.

Today's task is to perform preliminary processing, which is also one of the exercises he is preparing for himself.

With the nascent form of the magic heart, he was noticeably more resilient than before, allowing him to play more aggressively.

Loren first transformed into a dragon, then transformed himself back into an upright half-dragon, half-human form.

Then, he closed his eyes and began to mobilize the magic power within his body.

Using the high-quality, recyclable magic crystals still melting within his body, Loren employed a magical resonance cycle to cause the lower-quality ores to float, accelerate, and rotate.

Irregularly shaped pieces of ore, under the influence of magic, transformed into a ore storm that enveloped Loren.

However, at this moment, Loren's position is still safe, because he is in the eye of the storm.

But as he deliberately guided the accelerated ore toward him, it became less safe.

The first stone wasn't moving too fast; Loren easily punched it into small pieces, and it returned to the ore storm.

Once he was sure he could handle it, Loren began to pull more stones, which flew at an even faster speed, and hurled them at him.

During the attack of the flying stones, the memories of the Dragon Legacy battles that he had browsed and observed during his meditation during the day were activated, and he gained a true understanding of them.

Meanwhile, under the relentless onslaught, Loren's dragon body began to show signs of injury.

But Loren didn't care. He was multitasking, sensing and enjoying the feeling of playing a game with himself.

He constantly discovered his shortcomings and became increasingly aware of his underestimation and neglect of warrior skills.

Currently, the value of his Tier 3 Weapon Master is far lower than that of his Tier 3 Mage.

Because many of his soldiers' skills and abilities are basically achieved by brute force, relying on their excellent physical strength and calculation ability.

Being a soldier is a profession that requires both skill and physical instinct.

It is said that everything in this world eventually comes down to the edge of a knife.

When two armies meet on a narrow path, it's a fight to the death.

The sorcerer, on the other hand, tends to focus more on calculation and prefers to plan carefully before acting.

Narrow path? There's no such thing as a narrow path in this world.

Young man, broaden your horizons a bit. If things don't work out, we can just run away.

Those who practice both styles must choose one as the primary one and the other as a secondary one.

Loren's experience with these two styles is that, on the surface, he is a professional mage, but once things reach a dead end, he easily becomes dragon-like.

Loren is well aware of his own personality and has no intention of changing it.

He thought it was fine this way; it suited him, a dragon, perfectly. Amidst the constant barrage of flying stones, Loren's fighting skills, which previously required reflexes, became refined and instinctive.

He suffered fewer and fewer injuries, his mind became calmer and calmer, and his movements became more and more steady.

After all the low-quality magic crystal ores had been crushed into thumb-sized stones, Loren stopped training.

The swirling storm of ore also subsided, eventually coalescing into a small heap under Loren's guidance.

"I'll buy a mineral-crushing spell tonight, then crush all of these things tomorrow, and I can sell them on Monday."

"But we need to wash off the dragon blood on it; we can't let those guys who buy ore get away with it."

Loren chuckled self-deprecatingly, turned on the magic crystal terminal, and decided to read two news articles before beginning his spell study for the evening.

Then, he froze.

He saw that someone had shared his flight video, which had gone viral. The person who shared it was Denise Yeying, the noble wood elf lady.

As a Wood Elf noble in the upper echelons of the city, even though she was using a personal account, it was clear that no one would think this was just a casual repost.

The reason, as she wrote when she reposted it, was that the dragon was cute or something.

To most people, this was clearly a signal: the Emerald Leaf Rare Animal Zoo belonged to the Druids, which meant...

In short, everything seemed intriguing, except for Loren, who felt a unique sense of shame at being caught red-handed by an acquaintance.

Even though he quickly dismissed the feeling, he knew that since the stage name "Mr. Spark" had been used, it would eventually be removed.

It's just falling way too fast.

Loren remembered that Denise had never seen her true form, but considering the druid's animal affinity...

Loren sent a message to old Aaron.

"Can your druids easily distinguish between the human form and the true form of a dragon?"

The reply came very quickly.
"Aren't you just stating the obvious? Dragons are so easy to recognize."

"Oh, that's how it is."

Loren was now certain that the other person had indeed recognized him.

After learning that her savior was not a poor, ill-intentioned fire mage, but an evil red dragon working at a zoo, she simply reposted it to gain some attention.

Clearly, she remembered what Loren had told her before—that she didn't want to be disturbed.

As for what others will think of this repost, obviously, it needs to be considered in conjunction with other news, such as the arrival of the Zhuoer team.

After all, the drow had come under the guise of a druid exchange meeting.

"Oh, and there's also that group of guys who collect old versions of spells."

Loren rubbed his head, then pondered whether this group would come to Greenleaf City again in the future, and what they would do there.

These mysterious people are most likely not drow elves. Firstly, their spells are of the same origin as the old spells of Greenleaf City, which are ancient high elf spells, so there is no need for them to deliberately collect old versions.

Secondly, given the cunning of the drow elves, they shouldn't be so easily deceived, especially by such petty tricks.

"But who are they?"

Loren frowned; things seemed to be getting more and more complicated.

It was as if a giant spider web was being woven around Greenleaf City, attempting to envelop the entire city.

(End of this chapter)