Raging Orc Blood: God-Level Fusion - Chapter 15

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Mitchell was completely dumbfounded as he stared at the little silver dragon in front of him.

He was different from that animal, Xeno.

Mitchell knew he couldn’t just kill someone who called him papa.

No, not even dragons.

The little silver dragon in front of him flapped its wings as it flew for a few seconds.

Even though it would tumble onto Mitchell’s hand after flying for a few seconds, all this was sending a message to Mitchell.

This was a child.

This child was alive and kicking.

This lively child had called him papa.

The system notifications kept sounding repeatedly.

[Ding. Detected that Host has subdued the silver dragon. Do you want to merge?]

[Ding. Detected that Host has subdued the silver dragon. Do you want to merge?]

[Ding. Detected that Host has subdued the silver dragon. Do you want to merge?]

The prompts were urging Mitchell to make a decision.

But Mitchell couldn’t bring himself to say that simple “Yes.”

“This is f**king against the rules. How could I do that!”

Mitchell held his forehead and sighed helplessly.

Meanwhile, that little silver dragon tilted its head and looked at Mitchell, as if it didn’t understand what Mitchell was talking about because the words were too complicated for it.

“Papa!”

Looking at the cute baby dragon that was staring at him with its big eyes, Mitchell gave up completely.

“Forget it. I’ll just take it to be my pet.”

Mitchell sighed and shook his head with a wry smile.

Then, he saw the little silver dragon turn its head and eat the eggshell behind it.

Mitchell was curious about that.

Would a dragon eat its own egg after it was born?

In any case, since he was in no hurry now, Mitchell observed it with great interest.

The little silver dragon ate the eggshell bite by bite and it seemed very satisfied.

An eggshell which was about the size of a human head, was quickly eaten by the little silver dragon.

After the little silver dragon satisfied its appetite, it laid down on Mitchell’s hand satedly.

Mitchell wasn’t happy about that.

“Get up. Why are you sleeping on my hand?”

With that, Mitchell let go of the little silver dragon and let it fall to the ground.

The little silver dragon was not angry at all. Instead, it jumped up and danced with joy.

It thought Mitchell was playing with it.

Then, the little silver dragon sniff around before it turned to look at the cart.

Precisely speaking, it was looking at the gold, silver, and jewels that scattered all over the ground.

The little silver dragon looked excited to see the treasures. It pointed at them as it shouted at Mitchell.

“Papa!”

Mitchell was slightly taken aback. Then, he guessed,

“Do you want to eat the cart?”

Little Silver Dragon shook its head and shouted again.

“Papa!”

Right at that moment, Mitchell rubbed his chin and said with enlightenment,

“You want these jewels?”

The little silver dragon hurriedly nodded its head when it saw that Mitchell had finally guessed correctly.

Mitchell was amused by it too.

It was said that dragons liked treasures but he didn’t expect that they would like them from birth.

“Fine, I can’t take these things with me anyway. Take them all if you like.”

Since its father had given it an affirmative answer, the little silver dragon danced with joy again before it turned to look at the jewels scattered all over the ground.

Mitchell was also looking at the little silver dragon curiously.

He wanted to see what this young dragon was going to do with these jewels.

And he was completely shocked in the next second.

The little silver dragon suddenly opened its mouth and took a deep breath.

Its mouth was like a super-powerful vacuum cleaner and it was sucking up the treasures on the ground crazily.

How could those treasures resist such a suction force? They all flew into the little silver dragon’s mouth.

In just a few breaths’ time, all the treasures on the ground went into the little silver dragon’s stomach.

Seeing that, Mitchell touched the little silver dragon’s stomach in surprise.

It was still very flat and almost unchanged.

It was practically a cash shredder!

“You ate them all?”

Mitchell instinctively asked the little silver dragon in shock.

But the little silver dragon simply shook its head and burped.

Then, a piece of gold ingot fell out of Little Silver Dragon’s mouth along with this burp.

Mitchell was rather speechless when he saw that.

“What does that mean? You’re saving me some of it?”

He thought the little silver dragon would nod happily, but instead it shook its head and burped again.

This time, a huge pile of treasure flew out from its mouth.

Now, Mitchell completely got it.

He thought that the little silver dragon had eaten all the treasures.

In fact, it only swallowed them.

Oh well, since it was said that dragons had the habit of collecting treasures.

It wouldn’t be considered as collecting if he ate all of them.

There seemed to be a space in the dragon’s stomach that was specially used to store treasures, and it seemed to be bottomless.

Since that was the case, Mitchell didn’t bother to restrain himself. He stuffed the gold ingot back into the little silver dragon’s mouth right away.

It seemed like this little silver dragon wasn’t completely useless.

At least it could serve as a mobile vault.

At this thought, Mitchell felt a little better.

As long as he didn’t suffer a loss.

“However, since I’ve decided to keep you, I will have to give you a name.”

Mitchell looked at the little silver dragon and rubbed his chin as he pondered.

Meanwhile, the little silver dragon also stood on the ground and patiently waited for its father to give it a name.

“My name is Mitchell, and since you call me Papa. In that case, I might as well call you Little Mitch.”

The little silver dragon danced with joy again upon hearing this name. It seemed to be very happy with the name.

Mitchell found it funny, too.

This little fellow’s ways of expressing its moods were really simple.

He would dance with joy if it agreed. If he didn’t, he would then shake his head.

It was rather convenient to communicate in that way.

“Alright, Mitch. Let’s go.”

Mitch nodded happily and pounced on Mitchell. It then jumped onto his shoulder in no time.

Mitchell didn’t mind that at all.

As long as it didn’t occupy his hands.

Furthermore, Little Mitch wasn’t heavy now. It only weighed 1 to 1.5 kilograms.

Since it liked to sit on his shoulders, he simply let it be.

Mitchell wanted to leave after Little Mitch sucked all the treasures back into its stomach again.

However, today seemed destined to be a day full of troubles.

In the distance, another group of people was rapidly approaching him.

Moreover, judging from their expressions, they all seemed to have ill intentions.

Mitchell sighed at the sight.

I, Mitchell, only want to fuse with every living thing and get stronger one step at a time. But, why am I always forced to kill?