“You ate me, so at least give me some kind of compensation, yeah?!” Dragon King: “Fine! I’ll give you a prepaid cultivation technique—comprehend it first, then catch up with the training later!” Me: “You think that’s enough?! I had to smell your nasty dragon breath—mental damage times two, buddy!” Dragon King: “What do you want from me?!” Me: “From now on, we’re like immortals sharing a single health bar. All the damage? You take it!” Dragon King: “Damn it! You lunatic! Why does my ten-thousand-war-chariots-level HP bar feel so short now?! Guess it’s time to get a job…”