[The Energy Dragon of the Deep Sea feels drowsy.]0

The giant turtle slowly put his head down among the jungle vegetation, toppling thousands of palm trees. 0

Thud!0

[The Energy Dragon of the Deep Sea has fallen into a deep slumber.]0

The dragon’s shell gently rose and fell, his breathing even yet incredibly loud. With every exhale, bushes shook as if they were caught in a tempest. A Bloodborn executive flapped his wings under the palm tree that the wind from the dragon’s nose kept shaking. 0

—Only the elite concubi who are the best at manipulating dreams were chosen for this unit. There is no need to worry.0

The executive, who was hovering in an awkward posture, didn’t even blink. He had an odd way of speaking that made him sound like a machine. Well, he might as well be described as a terminal. After all, the concubi had taken over him, giving them access to his memories, thoughts, and body. 0

Uburka looked at him, slightly confused. 0

—Uger, excuse me, but what is your name?0

The handsome Bloodborn gave a monotonous answer.0

—We have no name. We simply exist.0

—That answer tells me nothing new. You could have very well said, “Daddy is a wacko.”0

—We have no concepts of individuality, only...0