Rusty Dragon

When the night came, there was a twittering sound in his ears, and the monster in the shadow began to move restlessly. Jason’s hungry stomach began to roar, and he couldn’t help swallowing saliva. Hunger is the best spur.

Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

Livid mortis, Jason had seen it before.


This was the first time he had seen it on a 'living' person!


According to common sense, this was impossible.


Yet, if corpses could 'come back to life,' what else was impossible?


Without a hint of panic, Jason just sat there quietly in his seat, silently listening as the fat boss, blooming with corpse spots before his eyes, recounted everything about the 'Morson Circus.'


Starting from Morson making his fortune from a bag of gold he stumbled upon by accident, to bullying dwarves within his circus—it seemed like the fat boss knew everything there was to know about Morson.


And as he described Morson more and more, the corpse spots on the fat boss's face also increased.


Pieces of rotten flesh just fell from his face, dropping onto the table, falling into the teacup.


Chapter 12: Black Cat (Fat Dragon asks for subscriptions~~)