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FiOP Chapter 95
🕑 Added 2025-07-31 13:41:13 +0000 UTCCherry’s Point of View
I felt a sickening power coming from the woman who just appeared out of nowhere before I noticed a person-sized hole in the ground she came from. It appeared I wasn’t the only one who felt it, as everyone else recoiled instinctively backward from the sheer presence of the person; only the prince seemed to be unaffected as he asked.
“What the fuck? Where did you come from? Were you the one who created this berserk dungeon?” Everyone slowly turned to him as we looked at him in shock at speaking like that to someone who was clearly that dangerous. She felt far more dangerous than the giant behemoth monster we just killed. He obviously couldn’t feel it, or he’d have run away like a coward the moment he sensed it.
Her eyebrow quirked upward as I noticed the two tiny horns poking from her purple hair. The clothing she wore went beyond what most royalty would wear; the sheer magical power wafting from them made the pieces we received look like something a pauper would wear. She had an almost ethereal feeling to her, like she wasn’t what she appeared to be.
My eyes widened as what she was finally clicked in my mind at the same time it did for the other smart members of our group. Several of us took a step or two back once we knew what she really was: she was a polymorphed dragon! Tems, Sophia, and Olivia couldn’t deduce what she was, but their bodies' instincts let them know not to fuck with her.
Her eyebrow quirked up on her immaculately delicate face. “Oh? That’s very brave of you to question me.” The only one who hadn’t noticed everyone else suddenly shifting and moving away from the person was the prince, as he retorted. “Tell us what you’re doing here, or I’ll tell my father this corrupted dungeon was your fault.”
She chuckled as she asked. “Oh? And who is your father?” He smirked, still completely unaware that the person he was threatening was strong enough to destroy the kingdom if she wished. “My father is the king! So you better answer me. What happened here?” The calm facade she had started to crack from how irritating he was, as I took another step back to not be targeted as well.
“What I’m doing here is my business. Leave, this is your only warning.” He tried to retort, tried to say something else, but he only got out half a word before she waved her hand, and the prince stopped talking. A moment after she turned around to head back into her hole, he fell over dead. I was absolutely terrified, but at the same time, it appeared she wasn’t going to kill all of us for what the prince did.
She made it back to the entrance before she stopped mid-step. “What is that delicious smell?” She moved in one direction, and it wasn’t until she was halfway to it that I finally noticed who she was heading toward. I went to speak out, but with how casually she killed the third prince, I stopped myself. One of my sister wives had the bravery to speak up as Tems softly spoke.
“Please don’t eat husband…” The dragon laughed at her statement before saying. “Humans aren’t normally worth eating. Too much… Armor, the tiny amount of meat isn’t worth the effort when I could hunt down a wild boar and get more delicious meat for much less work. No… What I’m looking for is this.”
She pulled out a jar from his backpack. Not the bag of holding, but the backpack we came with as she popped the top off. It had been facing away from the fire, but enough heat got through to warm the strawberry jam and make it runny, as well as make the smell stronger, which is how she could smell it from that far away. She ate it was unabashed delight. “This is well good, clearly a special product brought for its cooling properties, this must be several mithril worth, correct?”
Olivia handled the pricing and spoke up to correct her. “Uhh, I think the frost strawberry jam is only a gold coin.” Even the dragon paused at the pricing as she asked. “Really? How do you make money then? Well, no matter. Where do you live? I’ll have to come purchase more of this when the next batch is produced.”
“Wait!” Sarah spoke up as I saw that similar light in her eye. I almost smacked my own face when I realized she was going to try to talk this dragon into our husband’s bed. “We could bring it to you later, or you can perhaps move closer? We have plenty of room on our farm if you want to get it as fresh as possible.” For a brief moment, everyone went silent at her suggestion before the dragon laughed.
“You’d invite a dragon into your home? That’s very bold of you… Hmm, you all have a strange aura around you… What is this?” My heart almost stopped again. She looked at each of us, as her eyes met mine, and I felt my heart skip a beat. How many close calls were we going to have?
“This is an ever-increasing permanent status buff all coming from… That man there through a carnal link… With a focus on the luck stat. I’ve never seen this before… Well, I’ve never seen this before without it ending catastrophically bad. Most of the time, the buff grows too strong too quickly, and the person or people all explode from the overload. It appears that the increased luck of all of you is piggybacking off of one another, making something that should be impossible happen.”
She pulled out one of the last food jars from the backpack as she kept going. “I see what you’re trying to do, but if I were to have sex with your husband, he, and most likely some of you, would all die from the sudden influx of stats… Actually… If he went through another status recalibration… Wait a moment…” She left, going back into her cave. We all looked at each other, unwilling to speak as we patiently waited for her to do whatever she was going to do.
She came out with a similar, large backpack piled with items, as I felt the changes she made to several pieces of storage equipment to carry it all. She somehow adjusted each piece of enchanted equipment as each felt weaker, but the storage equipment she carried was all suddenly stronger. I didn’t even know that was possible.
“Alright, let’s go… Oh, we have an unconscious man here still, let me.” She moved back over to our husband before waving her hand. I watched as his blistered and burned skin healed immediately, his eyes snapping open as he snorted and yelled out. “No Tems, that’s my bacon! Don’t eat it!”
The tension was broken instantly as several of us began to laugh. He looked around as he tried to regain his bearings when I heard the other knight yell out. “Umm, all my bones are broken if you want to wave your hand in my direction.”
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Did— did that dragon just out the farmer has a highly potent harem class in front of the a royal knight and a mercenary hired by the second prince? Well, things are about to get interesting...
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The prince is a idiot
