Even If I'm Reborn as a Cute Dragon Girl, I Will Still Make a Harem-Chapter 65Book 6: : Desperate Struggle

A bone-chilling cold crept up from Li Desheng’s heels, snaked along his spine, and settled at the crown of his head. He stared at the monstrous girl and couldn’t stop the violent shudder that ran through him.

While he was fleeing, that monster seemed to have already freed herself from her cage. Now she bared her teeth sinisterly at him.

*So fast.*

Li Desheng sighed inwardly. But when he turned to check on the others, his heart dropped. His comrades, each trying to escape in their own way, found themselves face-to-face with the same black flame-wreathed monster girl.

*Clones? No.*

He recalled the Dragon Eater’s abilities recorded in the oldest scrolls and forbidden tomes.

*Let me think… ah, yes.*

One of the three core abilities of the Dragon Eater was *mimicry*. It could use that black liquid to replicate anything familiar. The more familiar the object, the more perfect the imitation.

And what could be more familiar than oneself? Creating countless copies was as easy as lifting a finger. But numbers alone weren’t the terrifying part. After all, they had thousands of demigods here. They could match numbers with numbers.

The real problem was the barrier. Behind the monster was something like a projection of hell itself. Pure darkness had swallowed the sky. Night had fallen far too early.

The flames, capable of devouring everything, had formed a barrier that completely sealed this world. It had destroyed Li Desheng’s last shred of hope for escape.

“We’re all old friends. Can’t we sit down and talk this over?”

He fumbled in his pocket and shakily pulled out a half-crushed cigarette, hoping for a small comfort. But his lighter was long gone, lost during the chaos.

“Mind if I borrow a light?” he asked, voice tinged with hope.

“What do you think?” The monster grinned.

Black liquid oozed from the cracks along her cheeks, dripping, and pooling at her feet. It began to roll and expand, turning into metal that radiated a dark aura.

Right before Li Desheng’s stunned eyes, it twisted, deformed, and reshaped. Amidst the black flames and sparks, a towering steel giant emerged. It tore through the darkness, sweeping its steely gaze across the mortal world!

“What… is this?” Li Desheng stared blankly.

“It’s a mecha,” the monster replied with a playful wink. “Never operated one before?”

*What the hell is a mecha? Are you even paying attention to the genre?! This is a western fantasy world! How did something like this get in here…?!*

But Li Desheng had no time to question the absurdity. A blazing light saber appeared in the steel giant’s hand as it unfurled its metallic wings.

A torrent of red-hot flame behind it, propelling it forward at a speed that was completely unexpected for its sheer size.

Despite its wildly out-of-place appearance—like something yanked in from an entirely different genre—the thing radiated a killing intent so intense that even a demigod like Li Desheng trembled.

“Damn it! I’ve already told you I’m just an office guy! I hate nothing more than battles!” He let out a wail, flicking his wrist to retrieve an ancient golden scroll.

Unrolling it, he pushed past the layers until he reached the one last sinister-looking character behind all the conditions promised personally by the Thoughtless Deity Lord.

*Die!*

It was both the divine punishment from the Thoughtless Deity Lord—one of the supreme rulers of the Great World—against a defiant child who dared reject her generosity, and the key to ensuring the success of Li Desheng’s current operation.

A decree embodying the supreme laws of the divine!

Golden light erupted from it.

The mecha’s greatsword, ablaze with heat and trailing molten sparks, clashed against the golden light.

Within this sealed space, all beings deemed enemies by Li Desheng—be they monsters or their spawn—heard a solemn pronouncement from the supreme deity.

“Die.”

And so, they died. Monsters and spawn alike crumbled in the wake of that divine pronouncement.

The once majestic steel giant, the so-called mecha, shook as a storm swept across the battlefield. Its countless parts disassembled, dissolving into black liquid, like sandcastles breaking apart in the relentless tide.

The monstrous girl coughed up blood once more as her dark, viscous form shattered beneath the unimaginable might.

In Li Desheng’s ecstatic gaze, the monster disintegrated. She reduced to scattered flesh under the power of the divine pronouncement. Even the Dragon Eater couldn’t ignore the supreme judgment of a deity lord.

But Li Desheng’s joy was short-lived. Before him still stood the sturdy, hellish wall that severed all hope of life.

With his understanding of the Dragon Eater’s terrifying nature, the heart that had just begun to lift… sank once more into the abyss. The Dragon Eater… was nearly immortal!

Sure enough, the scattered flesh coalesced into black liquid once more, trembling and expanding at an unnatural speed.

From the massive orb of dark fluid, a monstrous claw tore through its surface. Wings vast enough to blot out the sky stirred up a windstorm. Eyes like molten brass lamps pierced the gloom, settling on him with disdain, mocking him like he were a puny ant.

*ROAR!*

With a roar that shook the world, a dark dragon descended, looming over all creation!

“Mecha… and now dragon… You’re showing off at this point.”

Li Desheng wasn’t even in the mood for jokes. He knew that the other side was toying with him, like a cat playing with a wounded mouse. But what could he do? Should he stop resisting, simply because his opponent wasn’t taking him seriously?

Even dying mice wouldn’t do that.

“Guess the instinct to survive is inescapable.”

Even someone who had long given up caring about life and death would still… struggle desperately in the moment of death’s arrival! And so, Li Desheng made his move. He reached out and gripped the golden character for “Death.”

The moment he touched it, a scorching heat carbonized half his body, as if punishing him for his audacity to lay hands on something so supreme. But he didn’t let go… He couldn’t!

Clenching his teeth against the searing pain, he poured every ounce of frustration built up over the past decade into that single act of defiance.

“After ten years of overtime, is it really so wrong to demand some overtime pay?!”

Whether that was directed at the divine seal or his superior, the outburst of this corporate slave shook the heavens!

*Hum—!*

The golden character seemed to acknowledge his terrifying determination in claiming overtime pay. The purifying sacred flames vanished, replaced by a resonant hum that echoed across the world.

Amidst the blinding golden light, something intangible began to take shape… Something forged not from divine will, but from boundless obsession.

Even the dragon paused, awaiting the birth of a great miracle from within that radiance.

The golden light eventually receded, and the miracle revealed itself at last.

It was… a golden spatula!

“Working overtime for so long has given me gastric problems! I just want to eat soft rice!1 Is that bad?!”