Even If I’m Reborn as a Cute Dragon Girl, I Will Still Make a Harem Book 6: Chapter 53: Outsider

Book 6: Chapter 53: Outsider

This must be a joke, right? It must be! How could a dragon who was alive just a month ago suddenly be dead? That was absurd, even in a novel!

“There’s definitely sothing fishy going on!”

Lilith narrowed her eyes, her gaze drifting toward the ground between the tombstones.

*Ah, yes.*

She had thought about it before… There was no way a whole dragon could be buried in such narrow plots of land—not even if it were just their ashes!

“I’d like to see what the hell is really buried under there!”

Driven by frustration, Lilith stopped thinking and got to work. She dropped to her knees and began digging the soil beneath the tombstone with her bare hands.

It wasn’t anything unusual—just dry, lifeless dirt. Tangled grass roots clung to the surface, but there were no worms or any signs of life at all.

Lilith dug downward, inch by inch, until her fingertips felt sothing hard about a ter deep.

“This is…?” A rock? She brushed the dirt away and saw a smooth surface. “No rock is that smooth. This feels more like…”

An egg?

Her brow furrowed. Despite her uncertainty, she kept digging until the entire object finally ca into view. It was really an egg… A huge dragon egg that reached up to Lilith’s waist!

“A dragon egg, buried here?”

She stared in stunned silence. She had expected a corpse, a coffin, maybe even ashes, but a dragon egg had never been on the list. On top of that, it was a dead egg.

That made sense, in a way. If the egg were alive, why bury it? Dragons didn’t hatch their eggs in the ground like this.

But then… why was a dead egg buried beneath the tombstone engraved with the na “Fenice”? Could it be that dragons… revert into eggs after they die?

No. That made no sense. She’d never heard of sothing like that.

“No. Sothing’s definitely wrong.”

After everything she’d been through, she was back to square one—facing the so-called “truth” that the dragons were dead. How could Lilith accept a truth that was so clearly a lie?

“No. I’ll find proof this is all fake. I swear I will!”

Determined, she kept digging—one tombstone after another. She lost track of ti. Forgot everything else. Even forgot to use magic. She just kept digging with her bare hands until she uncovered over a thousand dead eggs.

Yes, it was all dead eggs under every single tombstone.

“What kind of joke is this? There isn’t even a corpse! Are these eggs supposed to convince that this is all real? Do I really look… that gullible?”

After unearthing the last dragon egg under the final engraved tombstone, Lilith felt an emptiness she had never known before. It wasn’t from exhaustion. It was as if sothing had carved a hole clean through her heart.

She felt like she had lost her purpose and no longer knew what to do. Slumping against the last dragon egg, she realized she couldn’t even cry tears.

“Fenice!”

“Akarin!”

“Taylor!”

“Where are you? Fine, I admit it—I lost this ga of hide-and-seek. So co out already! Co out and tell this is all a joke. Just one of your dumb pranks like always…”

Lilith hugged her knees, curling herself up into a ball. Her eyes were dull and unfocused as she continued mumbling, “Y’all shouldn’t take a prank so far again, okay?”

“Unfortunately, this isn’t a prank.” A stranger’s voice suddenly echoed beside her. “Poor Princess Lilith. Everything you’re seeing is real.”

“Who’s there?!” Lilith’s head shot up. In an instant, her eyes turned pitch black, swirling with black flas. Her gaze was now as terrifying as a demon’s.

“Wait, wait, wait! I don’t an any harm!” A slightly hunched figure stepped out from the long shadow of the Dragon Monolith.

He was a ss—dark circles sunken deep beneath his eyes, hair curling in all directions like it had given up on order, a chin full of stubble that looked like a freshly harvested wheat field, and a body scent that reeked of salted fish.

He wore a wrinkled white shirt and black dress pants that only existed in Lilith’s previous world, looking like a burned-out corporate slave who’d just gotten fired, found out his wife was cheating, and finally decided to stop trying altogether.

“Who are you?” She didn’t drop her guard—in fact, seeing a burnt-out corporate slave like him in a world of swords and magic made every alarm bell in her heart go off at once.

Sothing was definitely wrong.

“Could you put that thing away first? I’m scared.” The man clearly recognized the black flas for what they were. When they flickered in his direction, his face went pale, and he raised his hands in surrender. “I swear I don’t an any harm. I ca here in peace. Really.”

“Answer my question,” Lilith said coldly. “Who are you?”

“Okay, okay, just—move that thing back a little, and I’ll explain everything slowly…”

Lilith hesitated for a mont before making the black flas drift back slightly.

The man let out a visible sigh of relief, then fished sothing out of his shirt pocket—an extrely familiar-looking pack of cigarettes. The brand was Tianxia Xiu, a famous tobacco brand from her previous world!

*What the hell is going on here?!*

Before Lilith could speak, the man gave her a sheepish grin and shook the pack.

“Want one?” he offered.

“Cut the crap!”

“Okay, okay, no need to get aggressive. Just let take one drag. I’ve been working nonstop for a month without sleep. If I don’t get a hit right now, I’m gonna drop dead.”

He pulled out a lighter with the image of a beautiful woman printed on it—the cheap kind that could be bought for a dollar at a roadside stall. With a flick, he lit his cigarette and took a deep drag, his face lting into bliss.

“Ahhh… I’m finally alive again…”

Lilith stared at him in murderous silence.

“Hey hey, calm down, I’ll explain now…”

Seeing Lilith’s face darken, the man quickly waved his hand, puffed one last ti, and finally began, “Right, so. How do I put this…? I’m what you guys call… an *outsider*.”

“Hey! Wait, wait! Don’t go all murderous on yet, please! Let finish! I’m not like those brutes who wronged you before! They are military officers, uh… in other words… fighters, all muscle, no brains.”

“They ssed up big ti, and we know now that brute force isn’t going to solve anything. That’s why the higher-ups decided to send the poor old here to apologize on behalf of those brainless fools.”

The man forced a smile and extended a hand toward Lilith.

“Na’s Li Desheng, from Thoughtless Heaven. Starting now, I officially represent the Three Thousand Great World, and I’ve co to talk.”