The bitter cold of spring in the north of the Old World is still there. Just a few dark clouds passing by, and then it begins to snow again, covering up the traces of the conflict in the forest a few days ago.

It's just that the pit that once turned into a battlefield is a little weird.

Snowflakes often melt quickly as soon as they fall.

And this abnormal phenomenon is still radiating towards the surroundings at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few days, it gradually turned into a stream, flowing together to form a steaming natural hot spring.

But what no one knows is that a red dragon hiding underground is actually its heat source.

As David entered a deep sleep and the dragon's power subsided, this hot spring actually attracted many macaques, brown bears and other warm-loving and bold animals to hang out.

It's just that David probably wouldn't have thought that he had obviously eaten eight fat people in a row, but only a few days later, his body shape was already the same, and there were even signs that he would continue to lose weight.

My stomach began to roar and it was time to go to work and start a new day as 007.

If it were another young dragon, such as the white young dragon.

By accumulating enough fat through this feast, I am afraid that I can hibernate directly from the beginning of this year to the beginning of next year, then get up and lick the moss on the iron ore at the entrance of the nest and continue to survive until the spring of the following year, until the five-year period has officially expired.

When the young dragons enter the stage of growth, the female dragon begins to mature again and kicks them out of the nest to eat meat alone.

If David, who seems to be waking up due to hunger at this moment, has the leisure to look through the Dragon Heritage that is no different from a brand new one from the factory, he will probably realize...

I am probably sick.

Still very ill.

The name of the disease is hunger, hunger, hunger, no, the name of the disease is endless gluttony.

It shows symptoms similar to those of human hyperthyroidism, and can be induced by a binge eating episode.

However, because the species and the level of endocrine imbalance are not at the same level at all, dragons suffering from bulimia often show extremely strong appetites and their tempers become extremely manic.

Most sick dragons tend to die young due to exhaustion of hunting and almost endless battles. In addition, most of them are in low-lying and remote wilderness, so the impact is really limited.

However, there are always exceptions.

When you open the history books of the Old World, you will often find traces of this kind of moving natural disaster.

And they, almost without surprise, are all red dragons.

If someone is angry, he will be angry for hundreds of years. He will turn into a troll on the spot and spray from the material plane along the River Styx to Baator Hell and then spray on the bloody battlefield. If a portal can be opened to connect to the upper plane,

You can also jump up to the Seven Hills of Heaven and take two puffs;

There are also those who have been reduced to fat houses and sunk to the bottom of volcanic magma pools. As a result, they have eaten all the way through the ground and crashed into the dark area, performing a meteorite fall from the sky for their brothers underground.

But without exception, anyone suffering from endless gluttony will feel endless hunger in the early stages.

They are often driven by such hunger and keep hunting to satisfy their greedy stomachs that never seem to be satisfied and peaceful.

Although chewing stones can maintain vital signs, it cannot maintain the body's thirst for various substances such as protein.

It can't even satisfy the dragon-eating, heart-burning hunger.

Therefore, it is rare for a dragon to sit on the ground and starve to death after getting sick.

Even Bailong, a young man with five colors, knows how to dig through the ice to catch a few fish to fill his stomach when he is hungry.

And I don’t know if I have already experienced the state of hungry ghosts where I will starve to death in the next second. At this moment, I have already chewed up the same jewelry hanging around my neck as a candy pill in my half-dream and half-awake state.

David, who was so frightened, actually felt so hungry now...

It seems...that's it.

David said he could still sleep for a while.

Immediately, like a ragdoll cat in a cat cafe when it was time to pick up customers but didn't want to get up from the cat's paw board, two powerful hind limbs kicked his chin more than a dozen times in succession.

Like a training target for a professional boxer, with a tilt of his shaking head, he successfully renewed his previous dream.

In that dream, there was no worry about the future, no pressure from KPIs, no troubles in interpersonal relationships, and no sorrow from loneliness.

There is only the gentle evening breeze blowing across the cheeks and the bright and warm sunshine.

In front of him are no longer those countless bifurcated tracks that eventually intersect.

But a boundless wilderness.

An endless sky.

And the even brighter starry sky.

David smacked his lips, changed his position, arched his body, put the tail into his mouth, and started sucking it.

Sometimes I can't help but bite my upper teeth, and then I quickly lick it twice as if it hurts.

This goes around and over again.

Like a shrimp that has been completely flattened in the steamer.

It would be perfect if you have a braised quail egg in your arms.

Of course, that can only happen in dreams.

And he slept soundly.

No matter how hungry my stomach rolled in protest at 365 degrees, I still slept with loud snoring.

I don’t know how long it took, but my greedy stomach seemed to be too hungry and settled down.

Due to the loss of continuous stimulation from food, the gastric glands also stopped secreting.

His disease, a dragon disease caused by gluttony and caused countless tragedies and natural disasters...

He recovered without medicine.

It turns out that as long as the endless bulimia can survive the initial hunger that can drive the dragon crazy, it can be corrected by the dragon's own powerful immune system.

Even though, this may be a genetic issue involving the DNA level.

It's a pity that as he was immersed in his sweet dream, he probably had no chance to know.

As for the secrets of dragon pathology, it is likely that it will not be revealed until systematic endocrinology medicine is established by other races several years later.

Or maybe it has been buried forever in this different world with gods and only magic.

There will always be giant dragons suffering from endless bulimia, driven by hunger, and join the never-ending Burning Crusade one after another.

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Of course, even if David knew about it, he probably wouldn't be so interested in spreading it around in a thankless manner.

After all, among dragons, except for the group of silver dragons, they seem to have justice and kindness that can't be used up and overflow on the spot. The others who are not sick will only laugh at him for being stupid. Those who are really sick will probably be able to kill him as soon as they meet him.

Thinking it was a home delivery, I ate it on the spot.

Unless the King of the North Wind can have mercy on all living beings and give him a 'curse'.

Otherwise, let the truth continue to hide in his stomach for a while.

And just when his illness was being overcome by the procrastination that he couldn't get rid of even through time travel, a strange scene appeared in the hot spring above:

Countless macaques and brown bears who were just here to drink water actually took a bath in a pool peacefully.

And each time it takes longer and longer.

Their movements became more and more lazy.

Slowly, I didn’t even bother to get up.

Lie down completely in this 'natural' hot spring in the forest, which is based on red embers.

Until their bellies shriveled with hunger and their mouths salivated.

In the end, they even stopped breathing.

Each and every one of them had a satisfied smile, and that was it.

If past patterns were followed, the corpse would soon stink, attracting flies and vultures.

But I don’t know if the catabolic enzymes and bacteria at the cellular level have stopped working together.

A chemical process that should have produced large amounts of hydrogen sulfide, ammonia, methane and amines...

Also...one...same, stop...z...h...i...l...

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[Power - Sloth]

At this moment, the world is with him,
Chapter completed!