The Princess locked up in the Evil Dragon's home is just like a yacht owned by a tycoon – it's not so much about whether it's used, but that you can't be without one. Ideally, it comes with a few bounty quests; the higher the level, the better. If there's a dragon-slaying quest, even better – that's the kind of prestige we're talking about.
If you don't have a Princess in your lair cursing you to hell every day, you'd be too embarrassed to even say hello to other Evil Dragons.
What, the King sent Adventurers to gang up on me?
Hahaha, I, the grand Level 80 Black Dragon Lord, a world-class BOSS, how could I possibly care about a bunch of Adventurers.
What! The Adventurers have already reached outside the dungeon? All of them are maxed-out big shots, and there are two heroes leading the charge! And the leader is a Dragon Slaying Swordsman! I'm done for, now what to do…
Heroes and villains, black dragons and mortals, the formidable BOSS of the game world and the insignificant streamer of reality.
This is a story about a Black Dragon BOSS player.

Mo Fei smiled, "I'm a traveler. I heard a holy miracle occurred here, so I wanted to come and see it for myself."


The Paladin frowned upon hearing this, appearing somewhat displeased. "Damn it, this land is currently enduring a terrible crisis. This isn't a place for travelers to spectate. Leave immediately."


"Don't be so agitated, Arad. The Chapel of the Holy Light's Hope ought to welcome every survivor. As long as your heart harbors goodwill, come on in, traveler. We're about to have dinner." An elderly Paladin said with a cheerful smile. It appeared that the dire situation hadn't diminished his underlying optimism.


"I am Knight Dektra from Hearthglen. Welcome to the Land of Hope."


Mo Fei followed the old Knight to the chapel's exterior. A row of large pots was simmering food, while a group of civilians sipped oat porridge and gnawed on roasted potatoes.


Chapter 1138 - Chapter 603 Land of Hope_3