Lord Protector Novel

The Progenitor appealed, “I beg this of you, for I cannot stress how important you are to us.”

Dawn responded in a half-threatening tone, “From now on, you had better keep quiet. Or else, I'll really put you on sale!”

The Progenitor was stumped.

There's no f*cking way I can get through to her. Women are difficult animals indeed.

Consequently, the Progenitor had no choice but to give Zeke a pleading look, hoping the latter would help him.

Since Zeke also felt that Dawn had gone overboard with her threats, he persuaded her, “Dawnie, listen to what the Progenitor has to say first before deciding whether you want to go with him, all right?”

Dawn nodded. “Fine, Zeke. Whatever you say.”

With that, Progenitor continued, “Ms. Castaneda, let me give it to you straight. Actually, you're not an ordinary human, but one that is born of the Dragon Bloodline. Your bloodline holds the power to revive us worms as a species because you can significantly change our fate for the better.

“If you are willing to help us, the worms will be able to soar high and achieve glory again. Otherwise, we will be extinct within the next hundred years. Furthermore, our extinction will also lead to the annihilation of millions of Muracans.”

Dawn looked at the Progenitor with shock splashed across her face. “Are you kidding me? What Dragon Bloodline? Why don't I know anything about it? Don't tell me that I'm a descendant of dragons?”

The Progenitor explained, “You might not be able to accept it, but you are indeed a descendant of the Dragon Race.”

Anger crept into Dawn. “Get lost! I'm my parents' daughter. Not a descendant of some Dragon Race. You're the one who's descended from them. In fact, your entire family is!”

The Progenitor agreed, “Mmm-hmm. You're right to say that, for I and my entire family are indeed descendants of the Dragon Race. The reason we can communicate telepathically, is due to the fact that we share the same ancestry.”

Dawn was dumbstruck.

Regardless of what the Progenitor said, she refused to believe that she was descended from the Dragon Race.

Overwhelmed by her exasperation, Dawn turned to Zeke. “Zeke, the worm is spewing nonsense. Can you get rid of him? Or else, I'm really going to sell him off for a princely sum.”

Unable to bring himself to allow the worms to go extinct, he persuaded, “Dawnie, to be honest, what the Progenitor says is true. The survival of their species and the lives of tens of thousands of Muracans are indeed in your hands. If you extend your help to them, they will be able to overcome their crisis. If not, pardon me for being blunt, you will be responsible for the deaths of countless lives.”

Dawn was blown away, for her trust in Zeke was unconditional.