Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge

The Black Dragon Lord's dragon blood is top-grade material needed for Alchemy and other secondary professions.

Not all dragons share the same fate—since the Black Dragon lady can transform into a charming and alluring dragon girl, she was taken by Lord Zi as a mount, the kind you can ride during the day and even more so at night.

The captured Black Dragon brother, however, was not so lucky; he almost lost his dragon hide and was nearly bled dry.

Now, he has been given as a gift to a rotund Beast Tamer by the slain Great Demon King.

The thought of being someone's henchman from now on, and even having his Dragon Soul extracted to be turned into a working Bone Dragon after death, made his dragon life feel bleak.

Looking at the Golden Behemoth that healed their scratches and once again lifting its huge, sharp claws.

The two Black Dragons, despairing and in agony, struggled to their feet and moved inch by inch onto the altar specially made by Wang Fatty for the contract ceremony.

Dragon heads are proud, but at this moment they had no choice but to bow down.

Treasure is precious and freedom is priceless, but for the sake of life, both can be forsaken.

In order to survive, becoming someone's pet, mount, or servant isn't so bad, wuu wuu...

(╥╯^╰╥)...

Looking at the Black Dragon Lord Boss lying on the altar sobbing deeply, shedding dragon tears, Wang Fatty began to have his doubts.

How much mistreatment had the proud Black Dragon suffered to be reduced to such sniveling?

Lord Zi is easy-going except when making jokes; there was no sign of any violent tendencies.

Standing on the altar, Wang Fatty took out a small knife and without hesitation made a cut on his palm, blood immediately flowing out.

"Directly contracting a powerful BOSS really drains too much blood. If I do this a few more times, I'll become anemic."

After complaining, Wang Fatty started chanting the contract spell.

Two highly unequal slavery contracts merged with the blood flowing from Wang Fatty and then formed two blood seals that shot into the minds of the two Black Dragons.

The contract signing went smoothly with not even a hint of resistance; both Black Dragons had resigned to their fate, especially after seeing the Golden Behemoth at the side of the altar, staring at them with golden eyes, daring them not to rebel.

"Eh, why haven't the two Black Dragons downgraded after the contract was signed?"

Seeing that both Black Dragons were still Fourth Order Level 100, Lord Zi was somewhat surprised.

After he forced Daris to sign a master-servant contract and branded her with a slave mark, the mighty Fourth Order Level 100 Black Dragon girl devolved into a Third Order Level 80 young dragoness.

If she hadn't still looked alluring and charming after transforming, he would have considered returning her back then.

"Oh, a Beast Tamer contract preserves all of a BOSS monster's strength; they remain as they were before the contract.

But Beast Tamers rarely contract with powerful BOSS monsters because even if you forcefully contract them, you can't be sure of their loyalty.

After all, if you're betrayed in battle, you might die without knowing how it happened."

This is why Beast Tamers prefer to cultivate monsters from eggs, starting their training from a young age.

These trained beasts not only form emotional bonds with each other but also don't generally pose the risk of stabbing their owners in the back.

"Fine, the two Black Dragons are yours to deal with. If they act up, let me know, and my Goldy and Big Jin will give them a good scratching."

Once the contract was signed, Wang Fatty began using the unique healing abilities of Beast Tamers to help the Black Dragons recover.

The Black Dragons, whose wounds had just started to heal, shuddered at Lord Zi's words and the sight of the two Golden Behemoths at the side of the altar, lifting their claws triumphantly, trying their best to appear friendly.

They genuinely feared the Golden Behemoth's scratching service; it was practically life-threatening.

"Thanks a lot, Lord Zi."

Wang Fatty, not bothered by the psychological trauma the two Black Dragons were suffering, enthusiastically escorted Zi Liyuan out of the manor.

"Freshmen only have one month to adjust, then tournaments, challenge matches, and the Sea of Realms qualification battles will start one after another. You better not lose your living rights to the manor."

Number Two and Shen Yurou, equipped and armed to the teeth with various items and their own methods, followed him.

The tournament and challenge matches were no big deal, and he could step in if any problem arose.

Wang Fatty was different, though, simple and honest, and with the help provided, in the Dragon Academy where geniuses were a dime a dozen, his strength was only above average.

Now, with his help, he had secured living rights in the top ten manors, naturally stirring resentment among the favored sons of heaven.

There would always be those discontented, causing him trouble or even trying to seize his spot for resources.

This was inevitable; the Dragon Academy always emphasized competition for resources to train Sea of Realms Lords.

If Wang Fatty didn't improve quickly, he'd likely be taken down within two months.

This time, granting him two Black Dragon Lord Bosses as pets was a way of strengthening him and showing extra care on behalf of Uncle Wang.

Lord Zi would never admit that he simply disliked the two dragon males and thus gave them away.

It was their fighting power he didn't value, yes, that's right, it wasn't because the Black Dragons were not dragon girls!

"Don't worry, Lord Zi, I won't let you down or drag you back!"