The dragon retreated. “No, I will never go in. I have claustrophobia. If I’m inside, I won’t be able to stand it and might scream.”

The impatient Alex rushed up to it and dragged it over before stuffing it into the bottle.

“Ah—! I’m a dragon! I’m the Immortal Overlord! How can you be so rude to me?”

No one cared about it.

After Alex finished doing all those deeds, he eventually glanced at the secret room, staring at the coffin. “What do you think of this coffin? Ancestor Miller used this stu