Woke Up to Find the Game I Made Came True-Chapter 67

"The afterglow of the Sky City…"

Upon receiving this notification, Ye Bai paused for a moment, recalling the final scene of the underground city’s collapse. A wave of mixed emotions washed over her, and she couldn’t help but let out a sigh.

Historians didn’t just gain archaeological experience from studying relics—participating in major historical events that would be recorded in history also contributed to their growth.

She had indeed witnessed an epic moment: the corpse of an ancient dragon, long extinct, had been reanimated by a draconic lich. Yet, thanks to a donkey disrupting the ritual and a paper figurine interfering with the codex, the dragon seemed to have slipped free from the lich’s control and proceeded to annihilate the undead horde in the underground city.

Looking back, Ye Bai felt that the ancient dragon, Antito? Lusvinier, might not have been rampaging out of mindless fury. Instead, it likely retained some semblance of its intellect—enough to cling to the pride of dragonkind.

Even as an undead abomination, that pride wouldn’t allow it to accept such desecration. Its annihilation of the draconic undead army carried a sense of, "If we’re going down, we’re going down together. Dragons are dragons—we don’t become undead."

Well, except for the draconic lich. The skeletal dragon probably hated that thing the most.

According to the system’s mention of the "afterglow of the Sky City," Ye Bai realized that Antito? Lusvinier was very likely the last dragon… or rather, the last dragon’s corpse.

The ancient dragon race had already perished, and the paper figurine had hinted that it wasn’t just the dragons—could the other five great races have met the same fate?

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Shaking off her thoughts, Ye Bai pulled up her status panel.

**Character:** Bai Ye

**Level:** 35

**Titles:** Divine Bloodline (Rank: Awakened), Lord, Dragon Tongue Expert

**Classes:** Whisperer, Historian

**HP:** 2639/2639

**Mana:** 625/625

**Stamina:** 200/200

**Strength:** 36

**Endurance:** 36

**Agility:** 36

**Resistance:** 108

**Spirit:** 51

**Talents:** Insight, Nimble, Deft Hands

**Traits:** Arcane Bloodline

**Skills:** Mana Siphon, Shadow Step

This expedition had been immensely rewarding. Calculating the remaining experience in her pool, Ye Bai estimated that even the scraps she’d managed to scrape together were enough to level her up to 42.

The bulk of the experience came from the skeletal dragon’s rampage—first when it killed the draconic lich, and then when it wiped out countless draconic undead.

Those draconic undead, ranging from levels 40 to 60, would have been boss-tier enemies for Ye Bai, requiring careful kiting and one-on-one fights. Facing more than two at once would have been suicidal.

Compared to the combat experience, the bonus from her Historian subclass was just a drop in the bucket.

Beyond levels, her attributes had also seen massive gains.

First, ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‍the Dragon Tongue Expert title granted her +50 to her Stamina cap. Stamina was far harder to raise than HP—standard Stamina for a first-tier player was only 150, with few opportunities to increase it outside of second-tier advancements or rare achievement rewards.

Then there were the unexpected gains from the ghostly river’s erosion—over 800 extra HP and nearly 60 additional Resistance, drastically boosting her survivability.

Resistance reduced non-physical damage taken, effectively serving as magic defense. With her current Resistance, spells from players of her level would barely scratch her—some might not even deal damage if their gear was subpar.

Thinking of this, Ye Bai felt a twinge of regret. If only she’d discovered the river’s benefits earlier—she would’ve gladly taken another dip if the collapsing underground city hadn’t forced her to flee.

In terms of loot, while she’d missed out on the treasury, she still acquired the **[Perfect Mask]**, a rare artifact, and most importantly, the Weaving Clan fabric. Securing it on her first trip to the Divine Realm was nothing short of miraculous—she’d expected to need at least two or three attempts.

Now that she had it, she could finally persuade Dilina, the high-tier tailor, to open a shop in her territory. A tailor skilled enough to run a store in the inner city of a capital—that was no small feat!

And from the looks of it, Dilina needed the Weaving Clan fabric to refine her craft. If this helped her advance to Master Tailor… Just thinking about it brought a smile to Ye Bai’s face.

At that moment, she felt a tug on her cloak.

"Hm?"

Turning, she spotted the donkey’s gray figure.

The troublemaker had vanished after causing chaos earlier, only to reappear now without warning.

The donkey had an uncanny ability to make people overlook it, so its sudden reappearance didn’t surprise Ye Bai—just like she wasn’t surprised it had escaped the underground city unscathed.

This time, however, she didn’t feed it bread as before. Instead, she ignored it and kept walking.

She was still annoyed that the donkey had abandoned her in the underground city.

Sure, being discovered by the draconic lich might have been an accident, and she couldn’t entirely blame the donkey—but when everything went to hell, she’d desperately hoped for a heroic donkey rescue. Instead, it was the paper figurine she’d been wary of that saved her.

Ye Bai felt deeply betrayed by the creature she’d fed so generously.

"Hee-haw!"

The donkey called out again when she ignored it.

Ye Bai kept walking.

"Hee-haw!"

This time, the donkey trotted ahead and blocked her path.

"Hmph!" Ye Bai snorted and sidestepped it.

Then—

*Thud. Clink.*

Two distinct sounds echoed as something hit the ground.

The first was heavy, the second crisp.

Curious, Ye Bai glanced down—and saw two items lying at the donkey’s feet:

A gleaming golden whistle.

A thick, pitch-black codex.

The donkey blinked at her, its expression screaming, *Look what I brought you!*

Ye Bai: "Holy sh—"