But now it’s different, the Sun’s blessing can be traded here as a commodity, a resource that can be mass-produced.
This ans Wayne can try to persuade his followers and subordinates to abandon their Tifflin identity, freeing them from unwarranted stigma and accusations associated with hellish demons.
Changing the secular prejudice against Tifflins is impossible, as Tifflins are indeed born with original sin.
Due to their bloodline, Tifflins are easily utilized by high-rank demons and Hell Lords, sotis regardless of their will; their hell bloodline is simply a dium.
In contrast, covering the original hell bloodline is the best choice.
"We want to see what good stuff you have."
The weapons and armor collected by the leader of the Judgent Knight Order are naturally not ordinary items. Not only the weapons, but even the armor, with their strong adaptability and extraordinary characteristics, to suit the mbers’ various body types and battle forms.
Therefore, the dragon-n showed a strong inclination to trade, and when estimating that the value of the items they brought was insufficient, the dragon-n even sent mbers back to their primitively styled tribe to fetch more resources.
This action revealed a rather strange look in Wayne’s eyes. Though sowhat unethical, he took out enough rune equipnt to arm a small knight squad, actually with the intention of fishing.
As long as these dragon-n dared to rob him, he was ready to counterattack. However, this group of dragon-n surprisingly played by the rules, even though they treated their lower races like livestock, so primitively and brutally.
"You’re not native creatures here?"
After successfully completing the trade, Wayne couldn’t help but ask.
"Of course not, we originally didn’t live in such a dangerous place either."
Having completed the trade and obtained a large amount of equipnt, the Golden Dragon-n were in a very good mood. Their gaze toward Wayne beca friendly, and their tone more familiar.
"Where did you start from then?"
Although it was a bit intrusive, Wayne couldn’t contain his curiosity.
He very much wanted to know what the purpose of creating this half-plane was for the Holy Dragon.
"You an to ask if we were originally kobolds? Of course, we were all kobolds initially, but after we were fortunate to enter here, withstanding the trials and surviving, we gained the strength we have now."
The Golden Dragon-man openly shared his past, not viewing it as a disgrace.
When he was a kobold, he would never have dread of the achievents he now possessed, not even in his wildest dreams.
"Since you used to be kobolds, why do you treat your kind this way?"
Wayne was unafraid of angering the Golden Dragon-n and asked directly.
"Kind? You an these failures? They can’t even endure the Sun’s blessing; what right do they have to be my kind?"
The Golden Dragon-man spoke with a flat voice, as if stating a truth.
"They too awakened the dragon vein, able to play a greater role."
"No, any kobold coming here can awaken the dragon vein as long as they survive three days."
The Golden Dragon-man revealed a shocking secret to Wayne,
"This land is blessed; any creature with a dragon vein entering here can quickly awaken, so these failures have no right to be considered our kind."
What was once an achievent among a thousand is now available to anyone, which naturally reduces its value, but greater achievents also erge as a result.
Wayne understood why the Golden Dragon-n treated kobolds with such an attitude.
They are not even qualified to be servants; for them, breathing and surviving on this land is a luxury, requiring protection. They live mostly to consu resources without creating any value.
After a brief interaction, Wayne distanced himself from the dragon-n tribe. Though the tribe had fewer than a hundred mbers, they were clearly stratified.
The Golden Dragon-n undoubtedly held the highest status, and the other dragon-n were ranked according to the hierarchy of the Five-colored Dragon race.
Slaves and laborers were the duties of the green and black dragon-n, as for white scales, none were seen at the mont.
"Too cruel!"
Although the Golden Dragon-man considered this land a blessed divine gift, evidently only the dragon-n with his scale color shared this view. The other dragon-n probably had a completely opposite perspective.
Because survival here was just too difficult. Even in the plains, where the ecosystem is less complex than the jungles, they faced daily threats that could easily take their lives at any mont.
Struggling to survive was the best depiction of the dragon-n’s living state.
However, Wayne found it very interesting that all the dragon-n were aware they were raised in captivity; they rembered being captured from the outside.
Even though the environnt here could easily induce a dragon vein awakening, every dragon-man’s birth was accompanied by tens of thousands of kobold deaths.
Yet no dragon-n harbored resentnt or dared to have hatred. The Golden Dragon-n held absolute dominion, being the largest, strongest, and possessing the best spell-like abilities.
These dragon-n harbored an extrely fervent worship and admiration for the unknown entity responsible for their current living state and dangerous circumstances.
Indeed, this group of dragon-n didn’t even know the na of Holy Dragon Noah, yet they still beca its fanatics, and astonishingly, the god they worshipped was the Sun in the sky.
They not only kept their faith but also forced dragon-n with different scale colors to worship alongside them.
"Really, aren’t you afraid of problems arising?"
Wayne looked up, mumbled a sentence, and then continued to traverse this absurdly large half-plane.
Perhaps it was because his sense of space was off, due to the peculiarity of the environnt, which made each of his steps extrely cautious, giving him the illusion that it was vast.
"What is this?"
Compared to those bizarrely shaped, specially endowed and extraordinarily capable flora and fauna, Wayne was more interested in the wise species living here.
He found another wisdom race, occupying a corner of the lush water marsh. However, the life forms were so peculiar, and their tools so baffling, that Wayne couldn’t verify their origin, suspecting they might be from another world.
They were creatures with a fish-dragon-like head, possessing eight different arms, a burly torso, and a serpentine robust tail. Their fearso appearance made them highly intimidating, as if creatures crawling out of the Abyss.
This was Wayne’s first sight of them, but when he saw these estimated seven-eight-ter-long creatures return to their underwater nest, he witnessed a shocking scene.
Their arms fell off their bodies; of course, such a description is inaccurate because these arms didn’t originally belong to the creatures.
They were a type of bizarre life form, similar to starfish, which when rged with the creatures, turned into their arms.
Not only arms but also the seemingly robust tail was a parasitic life form, even their heads could be removed from the top like a helt.
This peculiarly fascinating race instantly caught Wayne’s attention; he did not reveal himself but quietly observed from the shadows.
He discovered that this race had quite distinct characteristics; all their tools were variously shaped parasitic organisms, rging with them as needed when these creatures required their functions.
Wayne had never seen such a bizarre race before, nor did he understand how such visibly different life forms could so easily combine, flesh and blood intertwined, as one.
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