The sky gradually turned white, and a silver mini dragon lazily flew across it.
Its agile form occasionally spun 360 degrees in the sky, intermittently lowering its voice to chant,
"I am Dashiell... ahem! I am the Divine Dragon Dashiell!"
"I grant you three wishes... does three wishes seem a bit few?
Even Aladdin’s magic lamp grants three, but now that I’m a dragon, I can’t be like some foreign magic lamp..."
"Oh well, I’ve already said it; changing it now makes me seem unstable~"
"I have horns on my head! Horns! I have a tail behind me! Tail! No one knows! Knows! How many secrets I have~~"
Dashiell spun and celebrated in the air, unaware of the tail that had been following him all night.
Shellback floated behind, having watched the mini dragon’s antics all night, at a loss for words to describe him.
Just... very difficult to evaluate.
Helping people dream was fine, even if the Dream Transformation Talismans were used by Scarlett Jennings.
Also, the singing wasn’t pleasant.
Ear-piercing.
The two small figures floated one behind the other back to Artefact Village.
On the way, Shellback, lagging behind, vaguely sensed something when passing through the forest, and the surrounding Black Mist instinctively flew in a certain direction.
Following the familiar aura, Shellback soon spotted the figure in the mountain.
The Black Mist paused momentarily, and the next second, Shellback launched toward the figure like a cannonball.
The person seemed to feel something, looked up at the rapidly approaching object, without dodging.
Until Shellback was about to hit the man, a rush of Black Mist emerged in front of him, forming a hand within the mist, suddenly slapped Shellback away.
Shellback spun backward, finally stopping a meter away from the man.
In early dawn light, only faint illumination penetrated the forest, but it didn’t hinder the man from clearly seeing Shellback’s form. After a long moment, he simply asked,
"System?"
The man was Elias Quinn, who had vanished since the chaos in Sea City, alongside... Addison.
Just behind him, the Black Mist gathered, soon revealing her emerging from the mist, looking at Shellback, slightly arching a brow,
"Isn’t that the little turtle from Scarlett Jennings? How did it change species?"
The turtle that could absorb their Black Mist, even utilizing it, was indeed the one beside Scarlett Jennings.
[None of your business!]
Even knowing the other might not hear its voice, Shellback barked at the figure.
The Black Mist around it scattered, displaying its stance to the person in front.
Though this person was its creator, he had also abandoned it.
Now, it was no longer the system it used to be.
It was Shellback, no longer related to the person before it.
Elias Quinn was unfazed by its "anger"; his presence was indeed to trace the aura of the Heavenly Dao.
Knowing that day when the Heavenly Dao dropped the Tribulation Thunder, he vaguely guessed something was in that mountain.
Seeing the system now, he was even more assured of his inner speculation.
"Since you’re here, Scarlett Jennings must be here, right?"
Quinn said, "Was the Heavenly Dao’s Tribulation Thunder aimed at her that day?"
Shellback grew wary upon hearing him mention Scarlett Jennings,
[None of your business! I’ve told you, don’t even think about targeting Scarlett Jennings! Otherwise, even you - I’ll knock you flying!]
Shellback huffed indignantly, Quinn remained indifferent,
"Seems likely, she’s certainly a remarkable person you’ve followed..."
Quinn murmured, the words beyond were hardly discernible, but as a system, Shellback naturally heard them clearly.
At the moment, it grunted.
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