Chapter 11 - 10: The Evil Dragon Moves In, All Others Retreat
"YUE!"
"YUEEEEE!"
In the deep pit, now unrecognizable and marred by signs of a desperate struggle, a persistent stench of acid and inhuman retching sounds arose.
David could previously compete with the Undead for beauty. Now, he had ballooned to more than eight times his original size, resembling Kirby after inhaling too much. He continued to inflate like a balloon with the passage of time.
Yet, at this moment, his expression was quite agitated.
His equally chubby forelimbs and dragon claws were all stuffed into his mouth. Meanwhile, his hind limbs thrashed against the pit walls as he pulled out one ogre corpse after another from his stomach, each more corroded and disfigured than the last.
He wasn’t worried about dying from overeating. Being a Red Dragon, at worst, he would be overweight for a few years.
A dragon loses weight after a long sleep faster than any other species, surely enough to incite envy, Jealousy, and hatred in human females hoping to lose weight.
The real trouble came from within.
To be more precise, it came from his own Authority—Gluttony.
This damn thing greatly accelerated his digestive capabilities.