Even If I’m Reborn as a Cute Dragon Girl, I Will Still Make a Harem

Lilith closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, emptying her mind and immersing herself in a state of complete relaxation.

Her eyes suddenly snapped open, her pupils now a majestic molten gold. A terrifying sense of oppression, reminiscent of an ancient beast’s aura, erupted from her petite form.

The birds and beasts nearby stiffened under the immense pressure, plummeting to the ground like stones.

Lilith softly recited an ancient language that dated back to the origins of the dragon race, commanding the very rules of nature, her words flowing like water out of her vermillion lips.

[Burn]

[Gather]

The vast magic power, long compressed to its limit, was unleashed in an instant, materializing as a colossal fireball capable of incinerating the world. With the second command, this fireball began to compress continuously, morphing into a palm-sized, white orb.

Cradling the orb between her hands, the intense heat sizzled against her flesh. Her palms, though constantly regenerating under her formidable healing powers, were repeatedly charred to the bone, bringing waves of excruciating pain every cycle.

This concealment was necessary to avoid startling her enemies; an extra sun in the sky would send even the simplest minds fleeing.

Drained almost entirely by the effort, Lilith’s steps faltered, yet she looked at the island below her and gritted her teeth in determination.

“Not enough.”

Inhale… Exhale…

She regulated her breathing, her body voraciously absorbing the surrounding magic power like a parched sponge. However, the magic of this small world was laden with impurities, making direct absorption challenging.

Using herself as a conduit, Lilith funneled the immense magic power directly into the glowing orb in her palm. Each moment brought sharp, unimaginable pain as the raw magic coursed through her.

[Gather]

[Gather]

[Gather]

Lilith continued to issue commands, but the more magic she channeled, the more difficult it became to maintain control.

The orb, teeming with magical impurities, would have already been dangerously unstable without the constraints of the dragon language. A single misstep could trigger a premature detonation.

“That’s enough,” Lilith finally declared, gazing at the small orb in her hand.

It had transformed from its initial white to a translucent turquoise, beautiful yet filled with deadly potential. This was the most potent spell Lilith could cast at the moment. She couldn’t gauge its full power, but she dared not hold the orb for too long due to its searing intensity.

Within mere moments, the damage from the heat had outpaced her healing abilities. Burns were spreading rapidly up her delicate, fair arms.

“Go, end it all,” Lilith whispered, releasing the small orb.

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Back at the foot of Mount Coffin, the crowd suddenly found themselves strangely free after tying Ballmer up as a tribute to Princess Estelle.

It seemed they had run out of ideas to deal with the situation and opted instead for a carefree approach—breaking away from risks, unwinding, and bonding with each other. After all, enjoying such downtime was a rare pleasure. ȑÁŊőＢƐŝ

“How will Princess Estelle handle Ballmer?”

“Maybe an illusion that will drive him to commit suicide?”

“No, no, someone of Princess Estelle’s caliber would never repeat the same trick.”

“Then what’s your guess?”

“Hmm… Something direct, like using fists. Bloody and brutal, just like how I like it.”

“Isn’t that a bit crude?”

“I’d wager she changes it up with some sort of magic spell this time.”

“Magic, you say? Flame or ice? Personally, I think she should just put him in a pot and steam him alive since we’ve already helped her to tie him down.”

“Ugh, that’s rather disturbing. Why didn’t you suggest deep frying him in a pan instead?” a purple-haired woman remarked in disgust.

“Because deep-fried food isn’t healthy?”

“But I think it tastes better than steamed food.”

“That’s enough,” Verjade interjected, eyeing the two with a look of bemusement. “Although Ballmer needs to be taught a lesson, he’s still a living person. Isn’t it a bit too much to talk about steaming or deep frying him?”

The purple-haired woman retorted, “He started it.”

“Haha, all this talk of steaming and deep frying is making my mouth water,” someone chimed in, amused by the conversation.

“True, it’s making me feel warm.”

“Hehe, same… You guys paint quite the picture… A steamer here, a fryer there… It makes me feel as though I’m standing right beside a stove.”

“Exactly, it’s enough to make you sweat.”

One of them wiped the sweat on his brow but then paused, suddenly realizing something was amiss. “Wait, the description is so vivid that I feel like I’m not just standing by the stove… It’s more like the stove is right under my a̲s̲s̲!”

“Never mind your a̲s̲s̲, look up at the sky!” Verjade was the first to spot the source of their unease—a small turquoise fireball in the sky, initially no larger than a firefly, now growing rapidly larger.

As it drew closer, the temperature soared as if on a rollercoaster climb.

“What is that…?!” Verjade’s pupils shrink in sudden shock, staring at the small turquoise orb. A visceral premonition of death screamed a frantic warning in his heart.

Was this an enemy attack? An ambush? But who would it be? Who would dare target us all at once? And that little turquoise orb—surely it’s beyond our power to conjure. Aren’t entities and artifacts of the Saint Realm and above banned? How does something of this magnitude appear here?

Questions surged in his mind, identities flashing through his thoughts.

In the end, he stopped at the blonde girl that Ness and the others had mentioned, the one who proclaimed herself as Lady Erica’s lackey. They had described her as extremely powerful, yet only in raw strength, which was not powerful enough to instill genuine fear.

Princess Estelle’s presence has been too strong, drawing all eyes to her. Where is that blonde girl? Where did she go?

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Erica was the first to spot the turquoise orb.

At that moment, she and the burly man were staring at each other. She was even beginning to feel awkward. In an attempt to alleviate the discomfort, Erica decided to look up, rationalizing that it was a fine day to gaze at the sky.

That was when she spotted Lilith concealed among the clouds. Despite her enhanced vision with magic power, Erica could only make out a tiny black dot. Yet, her intuition screamed that it was Lilith.

Then she saw it—the small turquoise orb descending from the sky.

In that instant, Erica understood that it was Lilith’s weapon of mass destruction, likely meant to eliminate everyone gathered on the island in one fell swoop.

A troubling thought crossed her mind.

I’m here too, aren’t I? What am I supposed to do now that she has dropped that weapon on us?

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