Jack logged in a little bit later than the other employees, since he just fell on his bed and ate dochitos lifelessly for half an hour.

It wasn’t until Elicia barged in and drove him inside the tube that he finally saw himself in the well-known Dragon King Volcanic Island.

Except, as soon as he re-spawned, hundreds of oil bombs bombarded his whole body.

“I knew this would happen! Shit!”

The oil bombs wouldn’t amount to much in order to hinder or stop him given his dragon senses, but those were magically-enhanced oil bombs.

What’s more, there were even proficiency-level 80 enchantments on some of those!

His sight was the first thing he lose, as soon as he entered the game - and then, the magical fire launched on top of the enchanted oil took care of both his sense of smell and heat perception. He could only taste oily smoke on his mouth as well.

His Mana Perception would have been fine, but the level 70 magical formation runes under him lit up immediately, jamming his magical means of perception.

Of course, a Dragon King had many more and much more sophisticated senses than that. His Divine Intent alone was impossible to be hindered by the current generation items and players, except maybe for a few like the Game Mods and the Demon King.

Still, Jack just didn’t have it in him to endure the awful tastes, smells and confusion around him!

He never cared to battle or develop his Skill Trees and level up (besides what he got when killing this and that while digging), so things like a Mages’ [Mental Fortitude] and a Warriors’ [Blind Fighting] skills were foreign for him.

If it wasn’t for his incredibly sturdy Dragon King body, he wouldn’t even know how he died in the first place.

But one shouldn’t underestimate a dragons’ desire for his gold!

[- ENOUGH!]

With a mighty roar, jack unfolded his wings and took to the skies. Swarms of Volcanic Vultures tried to puncture his eyes, but even a dragoness could barely hurt them, what to say about simple, plain creatures such as those?!

The binding runes tried their best to stop him, but they broke, just like that.

Jack had reddened eyes and a fire-dripping body, like a demonic apparition from hell.

That was, of course, one of the bonuses Marcus expected from his actions - making that worthless of a Dragon King a scary and mighty enemy in order to have a good show wasn’t something easy at all!

Jack breathed in and unleashed a terrible white fire-like light from his mouth.

Most dragons breathed elemental fire according to their race, like burning water for blue dragons or lava breath for earth dragons, but as a Dragon King, Jack’s breath had all elements in it.

It was normally impossible to defend against such a thing, but one shouldn’t underestimate the might of the Goblin Empire!

Hundreds of advanced-level mages made use of their level 80 or 90 defensive spells, while level 70 defensive formations lit up one after the other.

Mercenaries, Guilds and Kingdoms all across Another World were amongst the military ranks - some had joined in for the fun, others because goods and loot were promised. While some just wanted to bury alive this damn Dragon King.

Jacks’ breath shattered the defensive formations and protective barriers all at once, even when the mages and formation masters had expended all of their mana to maintain them.

Then, it was the time of warriors, paladins, knights, holy knights, griffin mounted warriors and dragon riders to take the role of defending. As the breath descended, hundreds of defensive abilities were activated, but they also fell, one by one.

In a single moment, hundreds of top-level defensive classes died. And then… the fire consumed the Empires’ ranks.

The game didn’t have the concept of “ignoring defense”, except with the use of some skills and only when the absolute and skill level difference was too big, so Jacks’ attack had indeed been greatly nerfed by the heroic sacrifice of players and NPCs’, but his breath attack was just that powerful!

Thousand of NPCs and hundreds of mid and low-level players were instantaneously consumed, but that didn’t matter - the high-mid level and high-level players soon began their own counter-attack, while the advanced healing classes such as popes, Great Shamans, Witch Doctors and Bishops began resurrecting the dead.

Not only that, the Empire had distributed a huge number of premium items all across the battlefield, so hundreds of killed high-mid and high-level players came back to life immediately, while others recovered all of their mana and the formations on the ground began shinning again - recovered as if they had never been broken in the first place.

[ - HEY! THAT’S CHEATING!... I´m out of here.]

Jack, of course, wasn’t interested in battle. Rather, he just wanted to secure his treasure!

Everything else could wait until he did that!

Of course, since his Spatial Magic skill tree was only at level 10, he couldn’t carry all of it at once, but he would figure something out once he found his treasure vault.

Maybe collapse the main tunnel and wait until the hype dies? - Jack thought.

- BIND HIM!

The Goblin Emperor shouted at the top of his lungs and dozens of binding formations, as well as meat shields, that is, valiant knights and paladins riding their impressive aerial mounts, tried to block, bind or even body-block the Dragon King.

The game could have given this Overpowered MOB a lot of power, but the binding formations, the body slams of dragons, griffons and other such big creatures, the binding magic and sorceries, as well as all kinds of restriction skills managed to stop its efforts for a little bit.

In fact, Jack fell to the ground were, in a few moments, large hordes of NPCs and players swarmed all over his body, attempting to bind and hurt him.

A certain half-orc passionately hit his right leg while screaming:

- THIS IS FOR MY MOTHER! AND THIS IS FOR MY FATHER! AND THIS IS FOR MY SISTER!

Lets’ ignore the fact that by “mother” he meant “mothers’ blessing cape”, for father he meant “fathers’ protection armor” and by sister “sisters’ affection shield” - all items he had grinded through lots of effort and lost when a certain dragon kept collapsing dungeons on his head…

[- Release me… Come on guys, just… Get out…. GET OUT, COME ON, GET OUT!]

Jack struggled and, with every movement, dozens would be sent flying. Not only that, his hide was so thick that even being hit by high-level spells and skills, nothing more than a few dents were made on his scales. It wouldn’t be until much later, when extremely high-level players managed to Max-Level their main level, that someone would have it in then to cause some meaningful injuries on him.

Swinging his legs and paws as if he was a trapped fish, Jack managed to finally free himself. However, it was too late already.

A little bit before being tossing Jack to the ground, the Goblin Emperor had already ripped a teleportation scroll and taken control of the Mountain Dungeon Core.

Even he couldn’t expect the things he would find there.

“Summon Demon [King Guardian Dragon] - The Dragon King Jack has lived many years on these mountains, and his divinity awoke a demon in deep slumber underground. With your powers and by exhausting the mana in the dungeon, it is possible to summon the Demon [King Guardian Dragon] to fight off a mighty intruder on your stead.

Warning: Summoning the Demon King Guardian Dragon will upset the Balance of The World!”

Marcus couldn’t help but grim from one ear to another as he looked at the Dragon-King shaped demon in front of him.

This thing. This thing was exactly what he wanted.

Of course, in the Devs room, Joe grinned as well.