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Early in the morning, Yuan Qian had just woken up from a short nap when he heard the adjutant muttering mysteriously:

[Rumor has it, 6am is a good time to create new characters. If you open the interface now, you will definitely be able to create a very popular character...]

Whose gossip is not a scrolling banner but is read out by a human voice?

Yuan Qian had already gotten used to his teammate's weird neurotic traits and was too lazy to complain about him, so he just followed his instructions and opened the character creation interface that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Although readers believe that the new character Lazarus has only appeared in two episodes, from Yuan Qian's perspective, he has not touched the character creation function for nearly three months.

The main reasons are that he wants everything but cannot afford so much, and that he is easily entangled by nature. In short, he tries not to torture himself unless it is necessary.

The first race choice, the familiar beastman, and...

The lich, with his long dark red hair lazily draped behind him, was so shocked that he broke through the limitations of his cold and stiff undead body that made it difficult for him to make an exaggerated expression, and his eyes widened.

...dragons.

There is even a column at the back that is waiting to be unlocked and is shrouded in darkness.

"Did you do this?" Yuan Qian asked.

[Hmm. Want to try?] The surprisingly reliable fake system responded happily.

"Is it expensive?" Yuan Qian asked cautiously.

[Do you think I am just that kind of rubbish system that charges money for every spell... The cost is two thousand, you can afford it now.]

"It was D-009 who asked me to buy spells alone," Yuan Qian said.

Hearing the price, he felt relieved and ruthlessly abandoned the Beast Tribe that he had bought twice and a half times and clicked on the Dragon Tribe option.

In the world of The Incomplete, dragons are still majestic creatures that inhabit places far from human habitation.

They seem to have great power and long life as a matter of course, as if they are the darlings of the world.

There are even ancient legends that say they can cross the boundary between life and death and go to the world of the dead, although even the most knowledgeable elders in the Temple and the City of Scholars believe that this is probably just a mythological knowledge of the dragon race passed down through word of mouth.

Not only the dragon clan, but even the [Dragon Heirs] who are half of the dragon clan's slaves can use this to surpass the lifespan limit of their original beast clan, which shows how powerful and fascinating it is.

Before learning through foresight that the short lifespan of Xiaoman's entire family was due to being recalled by the Star God, Yuan Qian considered using the transformation of the Dragon Heir to extend Xiaoman's lifespan, proving that this was the option with the lowest cost and the most acceptable.

But in the past few hundred years, there has been no trace of this clan, and the image of the dragon has gradually disappeared into legends.

Now the adjutant has actually provided him with this kind of thing as an option for creating a new character... It's incredible.

[Agreed. The conditions are met. ...Don't think too much, this is all your credit.] Julius said as if he could read my mind.

"Me?" Yuan Qian thought for a long time but still couldn't figure out what contribution his actions in the past few months had made to this.

[Dragons are a race that originally left traces here. So after you and Pink Star have thought about "whether dragons still exist today", the answer can be "yes".]

[Yesterday you thought that according to the product promotional picture, there should be a pink building block in the bag, so today it was found - it's amazing, this unstable world of □□.]

The adjutant said. At the same time as the conversation was going on, there was also a "squeak, squeak" sound, and from the sound it was determined that someone was cutting some kind of fruit with a sharp thin knife.

"I kind of understand and I don't understand at all...but what are you doing?"

[Making fruit cake and fruit tea.] The man on the other side stopped cutting fruit and swung the knife around, making a rustling sound.

“…Is this also for the subordinates?”

[It's an offering. - Just kidding, I just suddenly wanted to make a super big cake. And in order to try to figure out how to bake the cake whole, I even used the Lava Demon Avatar... It's a pity that you can't eat it, tut tut.]

Yuan Qian's intuition was that the first three words were not a joke, but he did not have the habit of poking at other people's scars, so he just found some inspiration for character design.

Since I chose the Dragon Clan this time, I didn't need to choose any bloodline branch. The interface jumped directly to age.

In contrast to the limit of 200 years for the Beast Clan, where you have to pay a fee above that age, the lowest level for the Dragon Clan starts at 300 years old.

Since he has a spellcaster character who has lived for a long time, Yuan Qian certainly knows why: like in many works, the power of the dragon naturally grows with time, so the first three hundred years are still in its infancy... which is roughly equivalent to the few minutes from the time a chick breaks out of its shell to the time when its wet feathers dry up and it can run around all over the ground. It is reasonable that it cannot be selected.

He silently picked a number that was average and still within the youthful range, and then only kept four or five hundred points of emotional value as a reserve, and invested the rest into combat power.

If we say that Lazarus is undoubtedly the top spellcaster in terms of personal strength, then as a new character of the dragon clan, he is synonymous with absolute power on any battlefield.

[Once you’ve experienced the benefits of being able to beat up whoever you want, there’s no going back… oh hehe…]

This kind of combat power addition that does not conflict with important settings does not require the system to deduce conditions, so the adjutant who was watching just whispered while cutting the embellished mouth.

Yuan Qian said: "Yes, I also want to be the king of the dragon clan."

[Oh?] The adjutant didn't seem bothered at all when he heard this, and the tone at the end of the sentence was completely in the classic villain style of "things are getting interesting."

The two of them whispered to each other for a while and successfully completed the subsequent character creation.

Xiaoman, who had no idea what the teacher was doing, completed her daily magic practice in the morning when she was clear-headed. She then returned to her room and opened the books piled near the table.

The protagonist, who had to prepare for a living and take care of his mother at a young age and even started a long journey alone at the age of sixteen, was actually a natural pragmatist in his learning thinking.

For example, when looking at a biology illustration, the key points she had considered in advance were "how to use habit to deal with it" and "is it poisonous and can it be eaten"... and now there is also "which parts are the materials needed by the caster and can be taken back to the teacher."

As for the interesting ecology and the undisturbed vitality, she felt nothing when she heard it, just like when she heard Lazarus say that undead like him would be instinctively hated by the orcs.

The most important thing about the wild is the fresh air and abundant prey, but a warm resting place with the smell of burning is equally important. Xiaoman thought that it would be more interesting to see the important people safe and happy after returning home than in the wild.

If she could raise a pony or hunting dog of her own in the future, and a hungry animal ran in and hurt it, she would just kill the animal. Because Xiaoman always knows what she wants to protect, and she doesn't show kindness to extra things.

So there are only wrong names but no wrong nicknames. Readers call her little wolf cub, and she is really like a wolf, fierce to outsiders but loyal to her family.

Obviously, Lazarus had been included in Xiaoman's scope of judgment, because the books she quietly took from the library all had some common themes.

undead.

Some of these are heavily adapted fairy tales, some are legends that record strange events of the resurrection of the dead, and some documents issued by the temple, as well as works from the City of Learning that more rigorously document cases of spellcasters becoming undead.

Xiaoman even found two old bounty warrants from her teacher that were accidentally hidden in the book and were not included in the book itself.

——Why is there a bounty on your book among your collection, teacher?

Through those casual conversations they had by chance, Xiaoman learned that his teacher was the eldest son of a noble family, which was the most common origin for spellcasters.

Therefore, the portrait used in the bounty order was probably drawn based on the information left by Lazarus during that period of his family life. After all, the teacher rarely revealed his true face later.

But even though he had painted his hair and eyes a sinister dark red, which was usually seen on the dead, the face on the wanted warrant still looked quite docile and harmless. Even now, Xiaoman, who was still being treated like a child by enthusiastic aunties, thought that he was many times more cruel and ruthless than "him".

For some reason, Xiaoman secretly kept one of the more intact bounty warrants, folded it as it was, and put it in a dark envelope that was thick enough, keeping it close to him.

There are other things in there too—

The soft, faded handkerchief was once used by Xiaoman's mother to tie her hair. The handkerchief was wrapped with a broken button that had been replaced from her mother's clothes.

A thin white envelope contained a piece of letter with a tiny paw print on it and a strand of snow-like hair.

Xiaoman touched the surface of the thick envelope, pulled his thoughts away from the memories it contained, and continued reading.

Unfortunately, her teacher was too special. He was different from other undead transformed by spellcasters or gifted people after death. And the fearless dreamers of the City of Academics did not have the ability to catch him and study him thoroughly.

So Xiaoman hid from her teacher and secretly screened through the library for these books that she had acquired after several days. After reading all the records, she could only come to one conclusion: if she was really curious, she might as well go and ask the teacher directly.

They couldn't even determine which was more important, the body or the soul of a lich, a branch of the undead. Not to mention the practice of "joining part of the siren's body". Xiaoman closed the last book helplessly.

She still looked more like a professional traveler than a spellcaster, and her style was just as neat.

After sending these fragile books that could not be infected by magical fluctuations back to the library in several batches, Xiaoman looked out the window and found that the teacher was standing near the garden, so he went out to look for him.

"...You've already rejected me once."

Before turning the last corner, Xiaoman heard someone say this.

It wasn't the teacher's voice. She stopped and quietly watched the situation.

"I'm sorry. Although I don't remember clearly, if you really invited me to become a dragon heir, sir," Lazarus said in a neither humble nor arrogant voice, "Given that I threw myself into death at that time and did not choose the path of worshipping the dragon race as a 'father' more noble than myself, then there must be a reason."

“That’s why I hate you.”

The male voice speaking to Lazarus sounded like a warrior in his prime, who should be laughing and waving his cloak covered with petals in a triumphal procession. But at this moment, the voice sounded a little drunk, calm and a little aggrieved like a child.

"...You die easily, and forget easily. The Star God created you to teach us what death is. It is more painful than flipping our wings."

"Even if I could travel to the land of the dead, you would not be on the other side, Lazarus."

"Yes. Because once the souls of the dead are re-emerged into their bodies, the rebels will no longer be qualified to die a second time." Lazarus said, "Thank you for the phylactery you brought, but unfortunately I can no longer use it."

“…”

Perhaps feeling frustrated after being rejected for the second time, I left the place angrily.

"Xiaoman." Lazarus turned around and looked at the disciple who had actually been discovered by him a long time ago.

This adult body, which was fused with the flesh and blood of a monster called Siren, was tall and thin, draped in a mysterious robe, with long strong hair and a strange appearance. But when the lich smiled apologetically, one could actually see the reserved and soft shadow of the young deer portrait used in the bounty order.

"Please forget all this for now, just this short paragraph...otherwise you will choose me, even if it is only bad for you."

Although he said he was inviting him, Lazarus's magic had already firmly grasped the disciple whose magic power was far inferior to his before he could even utter the words.

Facing the control without any malicious intention, Xiaoman did not struggle. He just looked at Lazarus who was approaching slowly and said softly, "Teacher..."

"Tsk. Take a nap. I promise you won't feel uncomfortable. There will be a delicious meal waiting for you when you wake up."

The world then darkened, bringing with it a brief, gentle, and painless suffocation.