I Save The World In A Doomsday Text Game

Chapter 353-1: Divine Kingdom Flying Dragon, The Special Nature of the Feed (1)

The Flying Dragon Hatchery Pool was not far from Stink Bug City. Riding the Courier Mole Cricket, it only took a bit more than ten minutes to reach the destination.

[…]

[The Courier Mole Cricket chirps once, burrows underground, and disappears, leaving you alone in this dim subterranean space.]

[Not far away, a hemispherical arched building occupies most of the subterranean space. It is similar to the War Hatchery you saw before, except this building is far larger in scale.]

[From afar, there is not a single guard at the entrance, but this does not make you lower your guard…]

[You possess the Shell of the Fire-Worshipping Heartless Ninja master!]

[You turn lightly, vanish into the unseen, and step closer to the Flying Dragon Hatchery Pool…]

[Maintaining stealth, you quietly push the door open a crack and slip inside.]

[The moment you push the door open, noisy and chaotic voices pour into your ears through the gap…]

[In the vast hall, several enormous hatching pools are arranged in rows. Inside the pools, dark purple sticky plasma ripples, and as it rises and falls you can occasionally see scattered bits of flesh tissue.][More than one hundred Ascenders gather together, listening to the figure on the high platform in the depths of the hall speaking, and from time to time they let out delighted cheers.]

[You focus your gaze. The Ascended Hatchery Lord is speaking loudly…]

[The last batch of Flying Dragons has been completed and sent to the Sacred Nest Center. Everyone’s mission is about to be finished!]

[A burst of cheering rises from below. You hear many Ascenders muttering that they can finally go to the upper level and receive the great Desire Wet Nurse’s blessing…]

[Suddenly, an Ascender steps forward and points at a hatching pool covered in writhing flesh membranes, raising a question. Lord, what should we do about this Flying Dragon that is only halfway hatched?]

[The feed delivered from the Sacred Nest Center’s Fungal Plant Factory is no longer enough to complete the hatching of this Flying Dragon. If we abandon the Flying Dragon halfway through production, would that not waste a lot of feed?]

[The Ascended Hatchery Lord nods and answers. Good question. I’m sure you’ve all heard that the great Desire Wet Nurse is going to launch an unprecedented counteroffensive against the demons. If this counteroffensive goes smoothly, we may even wipe out the demons in one fell swoop!]

[And the feed produced by the Fungal Plant Factory is limited. It must be prioritized for stronger angel warriors such as the Plague Angel, the Bloody Angel, and the Cruel Angel.]

[These angels play a far greater role on the frontline battlefield than Flying Dragons!]

[But there is no need to be disappointed. After the work ends, all citizens can go to the upper-level city surface to receive the Desire Wet Nurse’s blessing and undergo the Pilgrimage Angel’s baptism.]

[When the time comes, perhaps among you there will be a few lucky ones who can Ascend and advance into angels, rushing to the frontline to serve the Desire Wet Nurse!]

[As soon as these words fall, the cheering below becomes even more fervent.]

[The Ascended Hatchery Lord raises a hand, and the cheering below immediately stops. It continues…]

[Now, the hatchery’s work still has one final step remaining. You need to keep your hearts fervent and complete this last task.]

[Once the final step is complete, you can go to the upper level and receive the baptism…]

[Cheering erupts again below, but mixed into it are traces of doubt. The work is clearly finished. What else is left to do?]

[The Ascended Hatchery Lord does not answer their doubts. Instead, it directs the many Ascenders to stand along the edge of the hatching pool, the edge of the hatchery pool that is hatching the final Flying Dragon.]

[More than one hundred Ascenders form a circle, surrounding the hatching pool where flesh membranes wriggle, confused.]

[The Ascended Hatchery Lord ignores the puzzled crowd and alone walks to the bone operation console at the center of the hall.]

[At this moment, a few Ascenders already realize something. Their faces fill with terror as they retreat repeatedly.]

[From beneath the Ascended Hatchery Lord’s pale mask comes uncontrollable laughter. It is too late to run now!]

[Your final work in life is to help this Flying Dragon complete its hatching!]

[As it speaks, it presses the button on the console…]

[You see the arched flesh membrane covering the hatching pool suddenly erupt with twisted, bulging blood vessels, extending countless thick blood vessels shaped like tentacles.]

[Each blood vessel is like a demonic whip, wrapping around Ascenders and dragging them into the hatching pool…]

[Wailing screams never cease. The Ascenders struggle with all their might, but it is useless. They can only watch helplessly as they are slowly embedded into the flesh membrane and rapidly melted into plasma sludge, becoming the Flying Dragon’s feed.]

[Before long, the hall that was noisy just now becomes utterly silent. Only the Ascended Hatchery Lord standing beside the console mutters to itself…]

[There was a slight deviation in the calculations. We still need a bit more feed to hatch it completely… forget it. A little short is still a little short. At most, it will only lose one or two abilities that a Flying Dragon should have.]

[Now, by producing one extra half-finished product, it will certainly receive rewards from the Sacred Nest.]

[Next is to wait for the Flying Dragon to finish hatching, then go to the upper-level city and receive the Desire Wet Nurse’s divine grace…]

[At the side, the hatching pool absorbs the massive feed. The flesh membrane grows even more robust and thick. Blood vessels knot and bulge on the surface, and the sinews twist into lumps, as if something terrifying is being nurtured.]

[The Ascended Hatchery Lord strolls to the edge of the hatching pool and sits down on the ground, waiting for the terrifying creature inside to break the membrane and emerge.]

[Several arthropod limbs thicker than a person wave within the flesh membrane, stretching it until it thins, revealing a dreadful shadow…]

Lin Xun’s eyes lit up.

“This is delivery to my door. Looks like I can freeload again…”

[You vaguely remember the button the Hatchery Lord pressed at the console. Seeing it sitting right beside the hatching pool, a bold idea cannot help but sprout.]

[You maintain stealth and silently arrive at the console…]

[The console has a strong alien-civilization style. It is made entirely of flesh and bone, with large and small eyeballs distributed across it. These eyeballs are the buttons used to operate the console.]

[Above the console, several translucent blood vessels are arranged. Four of the blood vessels are very shriveled, containing no blood at all.]

[Only the topmost blood vessel is filled with a great quantity of deep purple plasma. It is still about one-fifth short of being completely filled.]

[Based on the Hatchery Lord’s words, you guess these blood vessels are the progress bars for hatching Flying Dragons.]

[The four empty blood vessels correspond to four empty hatching pools, while the nearly filled plasma blood vessel corresponds to the Flying Dragon that is about to break the membrane and emerge.]

[Do you want to operate the console according to the button you memorized just now?]

[You look at an eyeball embedded in the corner of the console, a ferocious eyeball laced with bloodshot veins, then decisively press it!]

[The flesh membrane of the hatching pool extends another thick blood vessel, which instantly wraps around the Hatchery Lord. It screams in terror and struggles repeatedly, yet it cannot break free.]

[The Hatchery Lord abruptly turns its head to look at the console, but the area beside the console is empty. There is no one controlling it at all.]

[It wails in despair, do not eat me! do not eat me! The tuning station malfunctioned…]

[Before it can finish speaking, it is dragged along by the blood vessel, embedded into the flesh membrane, and dissolved into feed rich with plasma sludge.]

[Your figure gradually appears beside the console, no, it should be said beside the tuning station.]

[You see the topmost blood vessel on the tuning station suddenly fill with a large amount of plasma, nearly filling the blood vessel.]

[Just as joy rises in your heart, you see that the hatching progress bar looks almost full, yet it always falls just short, leaving about one-tenth of empty space before it can overflow.]

[Do you want to continue adding feed to the hatchery to hatch the Flying Dragon?]

[Or stop adding feed and silently wait for the Flying Dragon to hatch?]

Lin Xun frowned.

According to the Hatchery Lord’s earlier words, if the progress bar was short by one-fifth, it would lose one or two abilities that a Flying Dragon should have, more precisely, skills.

Being short by one-tenth might not lose skills. At worst, it might only lose one skill.

“Damn. This Hatchery Lord is really trash. Even as fertilizer it comes up short.”