Taking advantage of the situation and charging a protection fee?
Orson, having been tricked once before, wasn't about to fall for the same thing again.
"I don't have any money. Go ask someone else if you're looking for it. If you want, I can always revive myself," Orson decisively hit cancel on his input.
He had already spent 10,000 gold coins just to get one-third of the SSS hidden class's talent tree, and now he had to deal with old bastard's extortion.
When would this ever end?
Orson didn't want to bother with this old man. He had made up his mind and continued to direct his Crimson Lizard King to tear into the Frost Dragon in front of two terrifying bosses.
"Flame Fosset, you've got some guts! In such a hurry to meet your Chaos Mother? Aren't you afraid the Guardians will team up to kill you?" Ubers roared, diving toward Orson with the intent to crush him.
"Ah, I'll spare you this time, chosen one," Flame Fosset yawned, legs crossed, casually pulling out a simple firewood stick, and the giant chaotic six-pointed star lit up.
The mountains and rivers instantly changed, a terrifying aura surged, and distant mountains exploded. A multicolored Chaos Giant descended.
"Holy crap! A summon with three billion health, and it's immune to all magic below A rank!" Orson was stunned. The massive giant surrounded by chaotic energy was even bigger than the Earth Dragon.
With one step, the Chaos Giant made the sky and earth change color. Mountains crumbled, and the ground shattered!
"Come on, try it. It's been years since I've had dragon meat." Flame Fosset grinned, revealing his yellow teeth.
Orson gulped. He knew Flame Fosset was at least on the same level as Saint Swordmaster Glacier, but he hadn't expected him to be this fierce. Even top-tier dragons weren't a match for him.
Ubers retreated a few thousand meters, shocked by the Chaos Giant's pressure.
Ubers: "The ancient Chaos gods are a thing of the past. Flame Fosset, you're digging your own grave."
"Shut your mouth!" Flame Fosset's face darkened instantly. A murderous glint flashed in his murky eyes. "Get lost."
Two more Chaos Giants descended, and the Guardians were so frightened they immediately fled the battlefield.
Flame Fosset glanced at Orson, squinting. "Kid, you really dare to slay dragons?"
"Didn't you say you wanted the Dragon King's Horn? I'm just warming up," Orson shot a glare at the old man.
"Don't ever say you're my successor... Hmm, I'm not afraid to die, but I'll pass on that," Flame Fosset shook his head.
Orson snorted. "You can summon Chaos Giants, and you're worried about a dragon?"
"Heh, just a little trick. Learn something, kid," Flame Fosset grinned lecherously. The Chaos mist dissipated, and the crumbling mountains in the distance vanished as if nothing had happened. Everything returned to normal.
"Illusion magic?" Orson froze. This type of magic came from the water magic branch and could create creatures that terrified enemies. It was usually at most B rank, but such a large-scale illusion required powerful magical strength to cast.
Flame Fosset chuckled smugly, saying that even dragons wouldn't be able to see through such an illusion when he used it.
He reminded Orson to find the Dragon King's Tooth and Titan's Eye and disappeared on his giant tiger.
"Sure enough, Chaos mages have no future. They resort to scaring people and driving them off..." Orson shook his head inwardly, but now that his foot was in the Chaos pit, he couldn't back out.
The Frost Dragon was near death, and a group of unexpected guests appeared behind Orson.
"Do you guys also want to join in?" Orson said without looking back.
Wanderer Binghen: "Did Ubers fly away? Why didn't he kill this guy?"
Sister Never Deep Love: "That dragon's almost dead. If we don't act now, we'll miss our chance to claim it!"
The Supreme Guild members were ecstatic. A boss with over 100 million health was about to fall, and who knew what rare gear might drop?
Plus, this guy was the leader of the Godslayer Guild, with a big red name above his head. Killing him would be like picking up a divine treasure!
It was an enormous temptation!
"Heh..." Drunken Dream's face stiffened. He had envisioned this as a large-scale battle, with a group of elite players surrounding and slowly taking down a low-level dragon-riding Earth Dragon. Only after significant effort would they emerge victorious!
But slaying a dragon… that would require a guild of at least a thousand strong players, each working in sync, with countless casualties… then, after giving everything, they'd have a chance.
But what was going on here?
One person, one beast?
A solo duel against the Frost Dragon Varag?
Although Lord-Class beasts were incredibly strong in the player community, they were nothing compared to a Domain Lord-level dragon.
"We're just passing by, admiring the three-time champion's style..." Drunken Dream tried to keep calm and said as he was about to leave with his group.
Wanderer Binghen: "Boss, what are you doing? That dragon only has about 100,000 health left! If we don't make a move now, it'll be too late!"
The Supreme Guild players couldn't hold back, and without opening the team chat, they expressed their dissatisfaction right in front of Orson.
Sister Never Deep Love: "I agree with that. If you're afraid of facing Godslayer, I'm happy to charge in first..."
"Charge in first so I can kill you? You're not qualified," Orson turned around and gave the female warrior a sinister smile.
"Don't talk nonsense..." Drunken Dream's face turned pale. He had received an S-level hidden class as a temporary dragon-riding warrior, and Ubers would one day be one of his potential mounts.
But that was in the future, not now. And there were over a dozen other players who had also received the temporary dragon-riding class, each of them not to be underestimated.
If he wanted to truly ride Ubers, Drunken Dream would need to get stronger. But now…
He received a system prompt: "Ubers has fled. Please stay away from the player named Orgod to avoid bringing disaster to your Dragon Riding Guild."
"Boss says what goes. What are you guys complaining about?" Wanderer Binghen sneered.
"Just because the guild's new, you think you're weak? Passing up the opportunity is foolish," Sister Never Deep Love retorted.
"Ridiculous, who's not a professional player? I'm not afraid of the three-time champion. Fight or not?"
The Supreme Guild players started to argue, and a few of the new high-level players ignored Drunken Dream and drew their weapons.
Seeing the guild members bickering, Drunken Dream felt like his mind was exploding. Was this a fight they could win? It was practically delivering their heads on a silver platter!
"Misunderstanding, I'm leaving now," Drunken Dream said hastily.
But as soon as he spoke, someone yelled at him for being a coward, a lone mage who wasn't afraid of anything.
"Still pretending to be a dragon-riding warrior? Tch, we're not weak. We'll go solo if we need to!" a thief player cursed as they made their decision to act, immediately entering stealth mode.
"Who said you could leave?" Orson chuckled lightly, and Drunken Dream froze in place, his body stiff.
Orson shook his head, looking at the others. "You all came this far just to see me? With such sincerity, how can I not pamper my fans?"
Wanderer Binghen: "Prepare to fight!"
Orson accurately predicted their moves, casting The Flame Dragon down, hitting the stealthy thief and sending them flying.
"F***! What the hell is this damage?" The thief screamed as they were instantly killed, and the two warriors nearby were also caught in the spreading fireballs of The Flame Dragon, dying from burns in two hits.
"I'll show you a meteor shower," Orson said coldly, his eyes narrowing as he gestured. His staff floated in the air, and the chaotic six-pointed star expanded rapidly.
A meteorite appeared, covering both him and the Supreme Guild players.
"That bastard… he's not even afraid of being hit by his own skill?" Drunken Dream paled as he saw the terrifying meteorite fall. He had never seen such a ruthless move before.
"Candidate Dragon Rider, you're too weak. There are at least three competitors stronger than you in the early stages." Orson sighed as a magic eye appeared before him. He stepped forward and traveled through space.
When he appeared again, he was a kilometer away.
"Even space mages can't teleport this far at this stage!" the Lord-Class players from Supreme Guild were stunned.
Boom! The Supreme Guild members were wiped out.
Meanwhile, the Crimson Lizard King finished off the Frost Dragon, roaring as it stepped on the dragon's head and began devouring it.
"You have successfully slain Frost Dragon Varag!"
"Experience +6 million!"