Fan Zhuo’s breath hitched the moment he saw her.
She had silver hair that flowed like a waterfall, purer than fallen snow, draped casually over her shoulders and across the throne.
Her skin was pale to the point of being translucent, as if carved from ice and snow, yet it possessed a sickly, ethereal beauty.
Her features were too exquisite for a mortal, but within those eyes, which sparkled like brilliant rubies, burned an inextinguishable flame of arrogance.
She wore only a simple, tight-fitting garment that seemed woven from dark scales, perfectly outlining her powerful — yet mature and flawless — curves.
It was a peak predatory beauty, overflowing with wildness and overwhelming pressure.
Her long, powerful legs were crossed casually. Simply by sitting there, she radiated an unrivaled, absolute majesty that felt as though she were ruling over the entire world.
This was the S-class monster, the princess of the dragon race, Ignis.
In addition to the shock, an extremely disrespectful thought uncontrollably bubbled up in Fan Zhuo’s mind.
He swallowed hard.
‘Those legs… that waist… those…’
However, his brief lapse in concentration was keenly captured by the Queen on her throne.
Ignis’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
She could feel that the moment this tiny human saw her, his soul produced a faint but clear “ripple” that displeased her greatly.
It was a mixture of being starstruck, admiration, and something deeper — the primal greed of a male creature.
A lowly bug dared to use such eyes to desecrate the Queen of ice and snow?
“Bug, you have kept me waiting for a long time.”
Ignis spoke slowly, her voice echoing throughout the ice and snow space, every word carrying a bone-chilling cold.
Fan Zhuo shuddered, instantly snapping out of his fantasy. He hurriedly bowed slightly, assuming the standard posture of a Saint Jobholder.
“Ig… Respectable Princess Ignis… I am the new warden assistant of the C-Zone, Fan Zhuo. I wonder what orders you have for me?”
His strong survival instinct caused Fan Zhuo to change his tune on the spot.
“Orders?”
A cold, mocking sneer curled the corner of Ignis’s mouth. “You are not yet qualified to hear my orders.”
She slowly stood up from her throne.
With that single, simple movement, the dragon might in the entire space suddenly surged by an entire magnitude.
Fan Zhuo felt as if an invisible mountain of ice had slammed down upon him, nearly forcing him to his knees right then and there.
The holy power within his body circulated frantically, barely managing to resist the terrifying pressure, but his legs had already begun to tremble uncontrollably.
‘She’s too strong…’
This wasn’t even pressure she was releasing intentionally; it was merely the aura she radiated unconsciously as she stood up.
Ignis walked with elegant, lazy strides, her feet bare as she stepped down the frozen stairs of the throne one by one.
Her toes were as translucent as jade. Every time they touched down, the snow beneath them would instantly flash-freeze into ice, then silently crumble into powder.
Fan Zhuo did not dare to look up, only managing the occasional secret glance at Ignis’s “jade-like feet.”
She walked until she was directly in front of him and stopped.
She was half a head taller than Fan Zhuo, looking down on him from above. Her ruby-like eyes were filled with blatant contempt and scrutiny.
“Lift your head,” she commanded.
Fan Zhuo took a deep breath and slowly raised his head, meeting those ruby eyes that burned with fire.
“You are coveting me.”
Ignis spoke it as a statement of fact. There was no anger in her voice, only an extreme coldness that came after confirming a truth.
Fan Zhuo’s heart hammered against his ribs.
“I wouldn’t dare, Princess…”
“You wouldn’t dare?” The corner of Ignis’s mouth curled into a cruel arc. “Your soul is more honest than your mouth.”
Before her voice could even fade, her translucent, jade-like bare foot rose without warning.
Then… she stepped heavily onto Fan Zhuo’s chest!
“Ugh!”
An irresistible, titanic force slammed into him. Fan Zhuo lost his balance instantly, his entire body pinned violently to the ground. It felt as if his sternum were about to shatter.
Even more terrifying was the extreme cold.
It wasn’t just a low temperature; it was the dragon frost power that could freeze a soul. It surged frantically from the sole of her foot into his body.
Fan Zhuo felt his blood, his holy power, and even his very soul being completely frozen at that moment, rendering him unable to move an inch.
However…
Amidst this extreme pain and cold…
Being stepped on by such an arrogant Queen…
Fan Zhuo felt a strange, inexplicable sensation.
‘No, no way… what am I thinking? I’ll be discovered!’
Fan Zhuo frantically suppressed the lethal impulse. He forced a look of agonizing pain onto his face as his body trembled violently and his teeth chattered.
“So… so cold…”
He had to make her believe he was trembling because he couldn’t withstand the chill of the dragon frost.
But who was Ignis?
She was the princess of the dragon race, a natural-born predator.
She could clearly feel that the soul of the bug beneath her foot, rather than wailing and collapsing under her power, had instead produced a more vigorous “vitality” that left her confused and disgusted.
‘Is he… excited?’
For the first time, a trace of genuine rage appeared in Ignis’s eyes, replacing her initial disdain.
This bug had not only desecrated her but actually felt pleasure under her punishment?
Unforgivable!
“It seems you still haven’t recognized your situation.”
The strength in Ignis’s foot increased once more. Upon her fingertips, a wisp of pure, frost-white dragon flame carrying the scent of destruction quietly ignited.
“Then, I shall help you ‘purify’ your filthy soul.”
The shadow of death completely enveloped Fan Zhuo, a feeling he had never experienced before.
He didn’t even dare to harbor the thought of absorbing and converting her power.
This dragon frost power was too domineering and pure, entirely different from any energy he had encountered before. It was like a piece of eternal black ice that his “furnace” constitution simply couldn’t ignite!
He felt… as if he were truly going to be crushed to death by Ignis.
Just as that wisp of dragon flame was about to touch his forehead, the holy power lake within Fan Zhuo’s spirit body suddenly began to boil violently.
Because of Fan Zhuo’s status as a transmigrator, his “holy power lake” — or rather, his “holy power furnace” — was actually built upon his spirit body, which was why it had been brought in by Ignis.
Furthermore, the boiling of the holy power lake wasn’t a result of his active resistance, but a survival instinct.
The sakura tree on the shore, the purple vines at the bottom of the lake, and the majestic life force belonging to the Mother Tree that had just merged into the lake were actually being forced together under the extreme pressure of the dragon might!
After they merged, a chaotic and messy — yet strangely harmonious — new aura uncontrollably diffused from the depths of Fan Zhuo’s soul.
This caused Ignis to pause.
The dragon flame on her fingertip flickered slightly, and a flash of confusion crossed those ruby eyes burning with anger.
Within this new, chaotic aura, she smelled a very faint, yet incredibly familiar… scent of a kin.
Was it a dragon?
No, it wasn’t a dragon.
It was the scent of another ancient existence that was equally proud and stood equally at the apex of all things.
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