Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 13: Oh no!

The young man in grey was struggling to breathe.

The weight pressing down on his back wasn't just physical—it was psychological, oppressive, monstrous.

He had faced beasts before.

He had tamed them, subdued them, and commanded them.

Yet now—

For the first time in his life, he was the one being in a position of being oppressed.

The young man in grey is sure, something is wrong with this beast. And this wasn't just any beast.

It spoke. With intelligence. That made it even more terrifying.

The moment the reptilian foot pressed down harder, his bones creaked, pain lancing through his ribs.

He clenched his jaw. Was this it? Was this how he died—not by a fellow disciple, not by a failed mission, but by a beast he could understand?

No—

He couldn't let it end like this.

He swallowed hard, forcing his trembling voice to steady.

"Y-You..." he rasped, his cheek pressing against the dirt. "What... what are you?"

The creature above him let out a low, guttural sound—not quite a growl, not quite a laugh.

Then—

"I'm the one asking the questions here."

A fresh wave of dread washed over him.

The voice was sharp, intelligent, completely unlike any beast he had ever encountered.

This wasn't a mindless predator.

This was a hunter that knew exactly what it was doing.

...

From Wei Long's perspective, this human was arrogant.

The moment he had seen him fight earlier, the energy fluctuation, the strange power, Wei Long had hesitated.

Level six to level nine in an instant?

That was an absurd jump.

Even he, with his superior Bio-Engineered Physiology, had never experienced such an unnatural leap. This made him curious about anything.

But Wei Long needed to be cautious. After all, this young man in grey is now level nine, even if his abilities are Bioengineered, as a soldier, he knew not to underestimate anyone. Especially if he is not going straight for the kill.

So he made sure to wait.

And now?

Now this human was beneath his foot, his body trembling, his breath ragged, Wei Long had no fear anymore.

Strength alone wasn't enough to overcome pure instincts, superior hunting skills, and overwhelming advantage.

The way this human tensed beneath him, the way his heartbeat pounded in terror—it was proof that Wei Long's decision to wait is a good decision.

His clawed foot pressed down harder, feeling the delicate balance between pressure and bone-snapping force.

Then, with a quiet menace, he whispered:

"I'm going to ask you several questions."

Wei Long's cold reptilian eyes locked onto the young man in grey as he towered over him, pressing him further into the ground.

"A lot of questions," he emphasized, his voice carrying an unnatural calmness that made the young cultivator's heart pound even harder. "And you will answer them."

The young man in grey gritted his teeth but ultimately nodded.

He had no choice. His life was hanging by a thread, and this creature—this terrifying bipedal reptilian beast—was an enigma.

A talking beast was already unheard of, but an interrogating one? Impossible.

Yet, here he was.

For sure, this is a ground dragon!

Soon, they spoke.

He spoke calmly, answering the beast's questions about cultivation, Temporal Cultivation, levels of cultivation, cultivation techniques, traditional methods and more.

After all, this creature was just a beast. It didn't matter if it was understood. It could never cultivate the way humans could.

Right?

...Right?

But the more the interrogation went on, the more he realized—this beast wasn't just listening.

It was understanding.

It was processing.

It was analyzing every single word he said.

And that was dangerous.

He was helpless right now. He had used too much energy fighting the young man in black earlier. If he tried to fight back now, he would lose instantly.

But he couldn't just sit here and accept death.

No—he needed a way out.

Think!

He mumbled internally, his mind swirling as he tried to piece together a solution.

If I attack now, I'll die.

If I stay still, I'll die later.

This beast is stronger than a normal Mortal Beast. Its intelligence makes it even worse. But intelligence can be exploited. Even the smartest human can be deceived—so can a beast.

His body trembled slightly.

He couldn't fight. He couldn't run.

But... what if he could confuse it?

His best chance was using a pure Temporal Essence from a dead Temporal Cultivator.

Normally, when a cultivator absorbs a beast's essence, it transforms into a human-compatible energy. But if a beast absorbed pure Temporal Essence...

It would experience an artificial "breakthrough."

That sounded like a good thing—but it wasn't.

It would forcefully increase the beast's cultivation but leave it in a dizzy, unstable state.

And if that happened—

He could escape.

He clenched his fists.

But this is a creature who holds a Draconic Dao Essence and the treasure in his chest only affects those who hold Temporal Dao Essence.

So can he scare the beast and use its own intellect against it?

Will this work?

There's a high chance it won't. If the beast resists the essence, I'll die. If it realizes what I'm doing before I act, I'll die. If my energy isn't enough to escape, I'll die.

But... I have no choice.

Without warning, the young man in grey flicked his hand.

A small, glowing sphere materialized from his palm.

At the same time, his body shimmered, his skin transforming as white feathers spread from his limbs.

Wei Long's eyes widened.

"What—"

He braced himself. Was the man about to attack?

But no—

Instead, the young man in grey tossed the glowing object onto the ground and turned to flee!

Wei Long's battle instincts kicked in.

His past life memories as a soldier resurfaced.

This looked way too familiar.

A retreating enemy.

An unknown object left behind.

A strange glow.

It was just like—

A BOMB!

Panic went through all parts of his body.

He didn't even wait—

He bolted.

His powerful reptilian legs carried him away at terrifying speed, his Bio-engineered survival instincts screaming at him to get as far away as possible.

The scene ended with Wei Long vanishing into the trees, escaping just in time.

...

Not long but far away, Wei Long finally slowed down, his padded dinosaur feet pressing into the damp earth. He had run far—too far—but even though his body wasn't tired, his mind was exhausted.

His thoughts spiraled.

What now?

Someone had seen him.

Not just a regular cultivator—but a high-level disciple from the Autumn Dragon Sect.

Would he be hunted?

Would the sect search for him?

Would he be forced into the light before he was ready?

Wei Long's claws tightened. He hated the idea.

No.

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He needed to remain unknown. Hidden. A ghost in this forest.

He was not ready for exposure.

But the problem was...

He was weak.

No matter how many combat instincts he had from his past life as a soldier, no matter how intelligent he was compared to other beasts, in the eyes of this world's cultivators—he was nothing.

And then there was that thing the young man in grey had left behind.

What was it?

Wei Long gritted his teeth. It hadn't exploded or caused destruction, so was it really a bomb?

He had assumed so based on his past experience, but now—

Suddenly, his body wavered.

A strange weightlessness took over him.

His body felt... light.

Too light.

As if he was floating on a cloud.

What is this?

A wave of unfamiliar comfort surged through him, making his sharp, predatory mind momentarily slow.

His claws twitched.

His vision blurred.

And then—

Ding!

A system notification blinked in front of him.

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[Ding! The host has reached Mortal Beast Level 8.]

[Ding! The host has reached Mortal Beast Level 9.]

[Ding! The host has reached Mortal Beast Level 10.]

[Ding! The host has reached Mortal Beast Level 11.]

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Wei Long's pupils shrank.

"What?"

Four levels in an instant?

His mind snapped back to full awareness as he immediately checked his body.

His muscles were surging with power. His bones felt denser, harder. His entire being felt like it was evolving.

But then—

A gut-wrenching sensation spread through him.

Ding!

Host's Satisfaction: 2.9%

Ding!

Host's Hydration: 5.1%

Wei Long's eyes widened in horror.

He had no food. No water.

His body had been forcefully enhanced beyond his control—but at a terrible cost.

He needed to eat. He needed to drink. Now.

His breath hitched.

His vision darkened at the edges.

And then—

His eyes changed.

A terrifying teal glow surged through his pupils, his reptilian irises flickering between intelligence and pure, primal hunger.

A shiver ran down his spine.

His instincts screamed.

And he realized—

Oh no.