Free Web NovelChapter 229: Chapter 227: Dotting the Dragon’s Eye
Little Fish began its adventure.
This spherical space was its own world, a place of complete freedom.
Like an aquarium, Mo Ling floated in the sky, watching this fixed world as if observing the scenery within.
Wherever Little Fish swam, change would follow.
It was like a fingertip rolling across piano keys; every place it visited would stir up a pleasant note.
Little Fish also greatly enjoyed this process.
Slowly, it seemed to gain experience, learning how to avoid the dangerous words.
Little Fish memorized the locations of those words. Whenever it reached one, it would accelerate, leap over the word, and land on the other side.
Of course, it also remembered some very friendly words, and it would linger among them for a long time, sometimes even unwilling to leave.
In the blink of an eye, Little Fish had come to understand the "fish tank" crystal clear.
It knew which places were dangerous, which were safe, and which were good for playing...
Soon, it found a place to settle. Whenever it was tired, it would return here.
However, once Little Fish became familiar with the entire spherical space, it seemed to grow dissatisfied with the status quo.
To it, this space was simply too small. Although it had everything one could ask for, the scenery and locations were fixed and monotonous.
Mo Ling noticed that for a long time, Little Fish was sullen and unhappy, hiding in its settlement, completely still.
Finally, as if having made a decision, Little Fish swam before the word representing the sun.
It hesitated for a moment, then charged in...
Just as expected, Little Fish was instantly enveloped by sunlight. High heat spread throughout its body, and a wisp of smoke rose from it.
The sun floated silently, its scorching light descending mercilessly upon Little Fish, roasting its body.
Unsurprisingly, Little Fish was burned and battered by the sun.
This was an extremely dangerous word. In the past, whenever Little Fish came here, it had suffered and learned to pass through quickly.
But now, it remained in place, allowing itself to be eroded by the high temperature.
’What is it doing?’
Mo Ling couldn’t understand Little Fish’s actions at all.
But soon, Mo Ling noticed something was wrong.
Little Fish seemed to be slowly adapting to the piercing sunlight.
Manifested by the word, the light took the form of parallel vertical "strokes." These "strokes" bombarded Little Fish’s body, provoking all sorts of reactions.
At first, it caused Little Fish immense pain, but it gradually began to learn how to deal with these "strokes."
First, it endured them head-on, then it learned to evade them.
Finally, Little Fish even targeted one of the "strokes," bit down viciously, and forcibly swallowed the vertical brushstroke.
After that, it devoured every last one of the sun’s "strokes."
It swallowed the light.
And with that, the sun lost its light.
The brushstrokes of light became lines inside Little Fish’s body.
Little Fish’s body grew larger and larger. These brushstrokes attached themselves to its body like scales.
It glanced at the sun, then swam away without looking back.
From then on, Little Fish began to specifically target the dangerous words.
It devoured the brushstrokes within these words one by one.
As it devoured them without restraint, its body grew ever more massive.
The former Little Fish had become a grotesque fish covered in all kinds of brushstrokes.
Its behavior also grew more cruel.
It even began to devour the living creatures within the words.
Compared to the dangerous environments, these creatures were much weaker and were mercilessly swallowed by Little Fish.
The entire atmosphere changed in an instant.
What was once a quiet and peaceful fish tank was thrown into a bloody maelstrom by Little Fish.
One moment it was a fish tank, the next it was a hunting ground.
A four-legged creature that looked like a deer had been resting quietly within a word.
When Little Fish arrived, it swallowed the creature in a single gulp.
The brushstrokes that formed the deer vanished instantly, leaving only an empty horizontal line.
After devouring the deer, a pair of antlers slowly grew from Little Fish’s head, making it look even more grotesque.
’A fish with antlers?’
Mo Ling stared, dumbfounded, at the increasingly bizarre Little Fish.
The changes in the runic lines were simply too unexpected.
But what happened next shocked Mo Ling even more.
Little Fish continued to devour everything without hesitation, its movements growing more and more practiced.
As its body grew larger, its strength increased accordingly. The creatures within the words were completely unable to resist and were swallowed by Little Fish one after another.
These indelible brushstrokes began to appear on Little Fish’s body, "polluting" it and making it more and more monstrous.
Twisted antlers, a swollen ox head, a deformed serpent’s belly...
Not only that, but the original fish’s body even sprouted bird-like claws, one pair in the front and one in the back. The brushstrokes on its body were a chaotic mess, and strange tentacles pierced out from all over.
Because it was constrained by the runic lines, its body could no longer grow wider, only longer. Thus, it became more and more elongated.
’Is that... a dragon?’
Mo Ling could hardly believe the sight before him.
The original Little Fish had actually become a dragon?
Except, there seemed to be something wrong with this dragon.
Furthermore, during its transformation, the dragon seemed to be influenced by the various brushstrokes, becoming extremely violent.
It could no longer stand being in this narrow "fish tank."
The Monster Dragon began to wantonly destroy the words, tearing through the runic lines and wrecking the once complete and profound words.
The previously dangerous environments now had no effect on it.
The Monster Dragon reached out a claw, snatched the sun from the sky, and tore it to shreds.
It stood upon the remains of the sun and let out a terrifying roar, declaring itself the overlord of this world.
This silent roar even penetrated the gaps between words, shaking the other words until they shattered.
At this moment, it was, without a doubt, the overlord of the world.
The king of the spherical region.
The living creatures had been slaughtered, and the world had become a plaything beneath its claws.
The Monster Dragon was incredibly agitated. It felt trapped in a confining space, unable to unleash its immense power. This toy-like world offered no challenge at all.
Boredom.
This only made it more violent.
The once-cozy and peaceful fish tank had now become a cage that imprisoned it. freewёbnoνel.com
The Monster Dragon roared again and again, proclaiming its power and venting its fury upon the weak words.
It turned the entire spherical space upside down, seemingly just trying to find a way to escape.
By now, the world was shattered and crumbling under the Monster Dragon’s destruction.
But it refused to stop. In its eyes, everything was just trash.
Finally, the Monster Dragon arrived before a shattered horizontal line.
It was a plain, unremarkable word.
In the Fishman tongue, its meaning was—
Dream.
