Berenice: "Did you miss me?"
Berenice hopped around on Orson's shoulders, nattering away in his ear, "Did you? Did you?"
"Do you know how tiring it is to pick up things?"
Orson glanced sideways at Berenice, scolding her, "Because of your laziness, robbing the empire has become a hassle. You're not doing your job properly."
Berenice: "What's the big deal with me taking a nap? I just ask, how's it going, hmm hmm?"
She rolled playfully on Orson's shoulder, showing off her true lazy, mischievous nature.
"Nothing."
Orson couldn't hold back a smile, intending to scare the little troublemaker for a moment, but seeing her carefree, he couldn't help but smile from the heart.
The peel of the dragon egg Berenice was wrapped in cracked a bit more. The little one would hatch soon enough.
"Did her status change?" Orson frowned as he checked Berenice's current condition.
[Holy Dragon Spirit · Berenice]
[Dragon Egg Form (Weak)]
HP: 1/1
Skills: ?
Note: Due to significant blood loss from Berenice, the chance of successful hatching when the owner reaches level 77 is only 10%. This hatching process does not require coins, but it can only be hatched once for free. If it fails, Berenice will die.
Description: Finding the [Dragon Creation Site] in the Light Dragon Empire will provide a solution.
Orson's face darkened. A 10% chance of hatching clearly sounded like a death sentence for Berenice.
"Dragon Creation Site?" Orson muttered to himself.
He knew the ancient dragons of the Infinite Dimensions era were created based on the Celestial Winged Dragon. However, there was no such place in the Light Dragon King's territory.
According to his memories, the [Dragon Creation Site] had never been discovered—it was likely a highly secretive hidden realm. Finding it without any clues would not be easy.
"What's going on? Robbing? Why are you standing there? All these treasures are mine!" Berenice shouted in Orson's ear.
"Damn! What's this? A dragon egg? Wait... How can a dragon egg talk before it's even hatched?"
"It looks a bit impressive, but my evaluation is that it's not even a fraction of Orgod."
The crowd gasped in surprise at Orson possessing a dragon egg, but they knew well enough that attempting to steal a dragon egg from the Forever City lord would be far harder than looting the entire Dust Light Church.
"Alright, let's loot here first."
Orson smiled softly at Berenice. Since there was a possibility of hatching Berenice, and the capital did indeed have this hidden realm, he didn't mind flipping over the magnificent halls of the city to search thoroughly.
"Really robbing? I admit, you're more reckless than I am!"
"Well, if good advice doesn't work, then there's no choice. If he wants to die... let's get out of here!"
The players were all on edge, instinctively stepping back dozens of meters to avoid getting caught in any potential chaos with the church guards.
"This strange scroll is definitely related to me, it belongs to me!"
"And this weird shell, perfect for use as my bath!"
"And this... this one..."
Berenice's eyes gleamed as she looked at the [Heavenly God's Soil]. After a brief hesitation, she said, "This piece of dirt, uh... not interested. I don't like strange bird people. You can have it! My most loyal servant, little one!"
"Alright, fine." Orson smiled faintly, his eyes kind and affectionate as if looking at his eldest son.
"Let's go!"
Berenice giggled and radiated a pure light, and with a whoosh, the next second, everyone was left stunned: "WTF! Is he playing tricks on me? How did the egg end up inside the barrier?"
The players' skin crawled as they saw Berenice's tiny paw emerging from the white light in the barrier, grabbing the holy item and running.
The egg first hit the white barrier, causing it to deform as if a balloon was being squeezed from the inside.
The players stood frozen, unable to react until they saw Berenice floating out with the holy item in her possession.
"Store it! Store it!"
Berenice mischievously chuckled, quickly stuffing the items into Orson's bag before he could speak.
"You've obtained the holy item [Ancient Church Scroll]!"
"You've obtained the Artifact [Fragment of the Crimson Dragon Sword]!"
Two treasures easily in hand, the surrounding players were dumbfounded. This was beyond outrageous!
This wasn't even a robbery; it was clearly Forever City's lord doing a zero-cost purchase!
"Who dares steal my Holy Light Church's treasures?!"
"Adventurer, your death is imminent!"
Suddenly, the sound of multiple angry shouts filled the air as dozens of church guards rushed into the church.
Orson turned around, giving a casual glance. The leader was a muscular, blond man, his armor emblazoned with a golden lion. He looked imposing and fierce.
[Holy Light Church · Dust Light Church Captain · Darswan]
Level: 100
Lord-Class Creature
HP: 30 million
Attack Power: 8000
Skills: Furious Lion Slash, Body Domination, Dragonquake Slash
Other church guards were also level 100, with Elite-level boss stats and millions of HP. In terms of combat strength, they were much stronger than ordinary monster bosses.
Against these NPCs, even the best players would easily fall.
Orson glanced at the mini-map, and several hundred red dots representing hostile NPCs began to light up around the Dust Light Church, clearly signaling reinforcements.
"Brothers, wealth and danger go hand in hand. Fate has brought us together!"
Orson raised his dark golden Supreme Arcane Blade and shouted loudly, "There are plenty of treasures here, take all the magic items and materials below holy items as you wish."
"Wait... If you have a chance to grab, you might as well die first."
"Cough, you're clearly trying to die, but we won't go with you."
A group of players retreated to the outskirts of the church, completely unmoved by Orson's provocation.
After all, they had witnessed the 911 Guild's gruesome deaths earlier, and the psychological trauma remained.
"Not taking it? You should really seize the opportunity to change your fate! Don't worry about the barrier; I'll take everything out for you. How about it?"
Orson tried to stoke the flames again, but his "Golden Masked Warrior" identity clearly didn't carry the same weight as the invincible Triple Crown winner's.
A group of players shook their heads vigorously, unwilling to risk it, no matter how tempting the offer.
Orson sighed, understanding their reluctance.
The players who could mix in the capital were all top-tier experts, with much better equipment than ordinary players. If they were killed by the NPCs and lost their gear, that would be a huge loss.
"Not taking the opportunity," Orson said helplessly.
Berenice came back, pulling out the [Heavenly God's Soil] she had been eyeing, and the angel statues crashed to the ground in pieces.
"Darswan!" Orson called out.
Darswan roared furiously, "You dare desecrate the angels?!"
The NPCs were enraged, and a gust of golden wind whipped up. The sword light transformed into a roaring golden lion, crashing toward Orson!
Boom!
Orson remained calm and casually swung his sword to block the attack.
The sound of the collision reverberated through the room. Darswan's face changed dramatically—his full-powered skill couldn't even make Orson budge.
"Where is the [Dragon Creation Site]?" Orson asked lightly.
Darswan stared at him, eyes wide in disbelief. He shook his head in confusion.
"In that case, you can die."
Orson chuckled, the sound of a tsunami rising from his sword. Dark red battle energy surged violently like a bloodthirsty tide.
"Damn… Look at his health bar during battle! This guy's stats are on par with a typical level 70 Lord! Is he really a player?!"
"If I had another chance, I'd rob whoever he's robbing!"
"Darswan, stop!"
A figure rushed into the church in a panic, shouting at Darswan, and a group of NPC guards backed away.
"Baron... my Baron, please, have mercy!"
A white-robed priest stood between them, bowing respectfully to Orson.
Darswan, his face red with rage, yelled, "Lolofey, are you betraying your faith? This rogue must be dealt with! He stole our Dust Light Church's most treasured item!"
"Sorry, I'm robbing openly, not stealing," Orson replied seriously.
Hearing this, all the players in the area swallowed hard, completely stunned by Orson's audacity.
Orson's eyes narrowed, looking at the white-robed priest. He muttered to himself, "Lolofey? Isn't this the priest I need to find for the hidden quest?"
Lolofey's face turned serious, and he scolded, "Silence! You shall show respect to the supreme Baron! If he desires the sacred relics here, let him take them!"