At noon, the sun hung high in the sky.

The scorching sunlight baked the earth, and in early October, the nights had become somewhat cool, but the daytime temperature was still intense.

However, the swamp was abundant in moisture, and the plants were lush, so the air wasn't as hot as outside; when the breeze blew, it actually felt quite cool.

After having lunch, Lear prepared to go to the fishpond to feed the fish.

Under the care of the green grass elder, combined with the traits of the Horn of Fertility, the growth speed of the Fish Tail Grass was unusually fast.

Feeding the fish was no longer a matter of careful calculation.

With abundant food, the Dragon Blood Fish looked increasingly beautiful, the bright blood red all over its body shining underwater like chicken blood jade.

The two dragon whiskers floating in the water were especially ornamental.

Those kept in the fringe areas for his viewing were the best of the lot, with almost every one over 1.5 meters long.

Looking out, it was truly a pleasing sight.

Lear had just sat down when the staff from the fish farm came running urgently.

Speaking rapidly.

"Sir, the mud worm you asked us to keep an eye on... it's woken up!"

Mud Worm?!

Lear was instantly intrigued.

This was a gift from Firina, the Northern Flower, obtained from a relic, an ancient life form.

When he received it, its essence was depleted, lifeless.

He later learned through information that it needed to be fed mud to recover.

He then placed it near the fishpond and told people to take good care of it.

However, a mud worm the size of a thumb was too tiny to recover for the time being.

As the strength of the territory increased, and his forces grew, this mud-eating worm barely had a presence, so it hadn't been paid much attention to.

Hearing news of it now, he felt some anticipation.

After all, it was the treasure given to him by the Eldest Princess of Lorand City.

He immediately stood up and followed the person into the fishpond.

Walking through the dirt-piled path, he directly crossed to the other side of the pond.

Under the indication of Deltha, Lear focused his gaze.

Dozens of meters away was a patch of turbid muddy ground, and now the waterlogged mud was constantly churning.

Occasionally, a bubble would pop up with a gurgle, as if hiding some ferocious beast.

At this moment, with a swoosh, the mud suddenly exploded, and a terrifying giant worm leapt into the air, then smashed back down into the mud with a bang, splashing muddy water everywhere.

Mud Worm!

Ancient Life!

This life form suddenly rotated, turning and wriggling toward Lear.

He now saw its specific appearance, with a gray-brown body, skin full of bark-like wrinkles, giving an impression of leathery defense toughness.

Its open mouth was petal-like, filled with sharp, small teeth.

Moving through mud, it could easily dig with its mouth and then spray it out from several holes behind its head.

Its body length was over ten meters, with a diameter of one and a half meters.

Even just lying horizontally on the earth surface, it gave off a strong sense of oppression.

When the Mud Worm got closer to Lear,

It chirped.

The petal-like mouth opened, exposing razor-sharp teeth.

Its throat emitted a low whimper, like a young animal cub.

Completely contrary to its ferocious appearance, the Mud Worm's voice sounded like a kitten mewing.

One could feel its feelings of attachment and trust.

Lear's expression became strange.

Goodness, is this really the sound you should be making?

If it doesn't roar at me a few times, I'd feel it doesn't match its appearance!

Focusing, the attributes of the other party quietly appeared before his eyes.

Mud Worm

Juvenile

Level: 10

Potential: ???

Racial Talent: Swallowing and Spitting Mud, capable of devouring sludge to grow.

???

The Mud Worm was still in a juvenile state, but the level was somewhat surprising to Lear.

It had actually reached level 10.

If a larva is level 10, then what level will an adult be? 15... 20?

However, considering its body length of ten meters, this level made sense.

Just by looking at its appearance, who would have thought that two months ago, it was merely a small, limp worm, the size of a thumb?

Lear's gaze held some satisfaction. At this growth rate, the future is promising.

"From now on, you're responsible for protecting the fishpond, and do not harm the residents of Weilu City..."

His spiritual power spread out, directly transmitting the message into its mind.

Feeling the joy coming from it.

Lear smiled; this guy's intelligence matched its voice, like a three- or four-year-old child.

This truly was an underage worm...

After playing with it for a while, the Mud Worm turned and gurgled back into the muddy water, continuing to devour the sludge.

This little guy still needed to grow further.

Right now, it's only this big, yet it's already reached level 10. Who knows what level it might achieve when it's a hundred meters long?

Previously, feeding on hunting Giant Dragons seemed ridiculous.

But now, it seemed not so unbelievable anymore.

If it really grows to a hundred meters, swallowing a few dragons is nothing...

But reaching that extent clearly requires quite some time.

After the Mud Worm re-submerged, Lear, in a good mood, returned to the fishpond side, brewed a pot of hot tea, and sipped leisurely.

A few days ago, he had the Vine Fairy construct a shaded resting area with vines around.

The sunlight, when it shone down, had all its heat absorbed by the vines. It felt no heat.

The vines also continuously emitted a coolness, like an air-conditioned room.

Coupled with the breezes blowing occasionally, it was very comfortable.

Every time, Lear couldn't help but think, who said that the Fantasy World was worse than the modern world?

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