Under the Red Dragon

The vast and boundless grassland stretches as far as the eye can see, with beasts lurking beneath the tall grasses that reach human height.

Powerful front paws crouch low, the bulging muscles of its hindquarters tense, ready to spring, as it creeps towards its prey.

Not far away, a group of herbivorous giant antelopes are scattered, freely feeding. These antelopes are large, robust, and plump.

A pair of slender, spiraling horns adorn their heads; they are the most numerous herbivorous animals in this grassland.

When these antelopes feed, they encircle the weaker young ones in the center of the herd, with the mothers spreading out around them to graze.

The strongest rams in the herd position themselves on the periphery, occasionally raising their heads between mouthfuls to look around, oblivious to the impending danger.

Suddenly, a gust of wind sweeps through, causing the wild grass to ripple like water, revealing the beast.

The alert male giant antelope snorts and takes off, causing the herd to scatter in panic.

The grayish-yellow beast roars softly, its powerful hind legs propelling it from the grass, lunging towards its prey.

Generally, when predators hunt, they prioritize the old, young, weak, or disabled members of the prey group, as they are slower and easier to catch.

Even their resistance is less than that of the stronger members of the group, so the predator is less likely to be injured.

In the wild, injury means the possibility of death.

However, this grayish-yellow beast is focused on the strongest and fattest of the giant antelopes.

Its seven-meter-long body indicates that it has begun to exceed the limitations of its species, entering the ranks of ferocious beasts.

Its eyes contain not only the wildness of a beast and the cruelty of a predator, but also a glint of intelligence.

Its powerful physique and strength, the instincts of a beast, and its nascent intelligence have created the most powerful predator in this area: the Ferocious Saber-Toothed Lion.

The Ferocious Saber-Toothed Lion keeps its eyes fixed on the running giant antelope, which stands two meters tall at the shoulder.

Its sharp horns are straight, and its long, sturdy legs run like the wind.

It is one of the fastest animals on this grassland, yet the giant antelope, a behemoth to humans, is merely a plaything fleeing for its life.

The giant antelope zigzags, but it cannot shake off the predator behind it.

The rapid running begins to deplete the giant antelope's stamina, but the beast behind it remains at ease. The distance between them closes.

Several times, the Ferocious Saber-Toothed Lion's claws nearly catch the giant antelope, but only graze its rear, leaving a dozen deep claw marks.

This is the predator's macabre sense of humor, the playfulness of the powerful towards the weak.

Finally, the strong giant antelope's front legs buckle, and it collapses to the ground, sliding several meters before stopping.

The Ferocious Saber-Toothed Lion circles the fallen and helpless giant antelope triumphantly, contemplating where to start its meal: the sweet innards or the chewy ribs.

Suddenly, a shadow rapidly expands overhead, and the whistling wind is faster than its full sprint.

It raises its head warily, and with a roar, it begins to run for its life, faster than before, revealing its true full speed.

But before it can run even a few dozen meters, a pair of giant claws descends from the sky, piercing its body, seizing its back, and carrying it into the air, ascending steadily.

It howls miserably, its desperate struggles like those of a toy in the hands of a giant.

It is the apex predator of this region, but it faces the apex predator of the entire biological food chain.

One of the most powerful creatures in the world of Akaniia, one of the closest to perfect: the Dragon.

So it becomes prey, struggling helplessly.

At the border between the vast, boundless grassland and the endless giant tree forest lies a mountain range. The mountains are not high.

The highest peak is about a thousand meters, but the mountain range is continuous, forming a watershed between the grassland and the forest.

In this mountain range, there is a tall peak that was once a volcano.

But now it has been dormant for hundreds or thousands of years; it is a dead volcano.

The volcanic ash left by the former volcanic eruptions, carrying various organic-rich substances, has now turned into fertile soil, making the dense forests at the foot of the mountain exceptionally tall.

The once-wide crater at the summit is covered with hard volcanic rock, half of which has now been excavated, forming a dome-like cave.

Half of the cave is in sunlight, and half is in shadow.

The cave in the sunlight is clear and bright, with a thick layer of wild grass covering the uneven ground, scattered with several giant eggs of different colors.

They reflect different colors of light in the sunlight: dark red, deep green, grey-black, dark blue, and opalescent white.

The light flows across the giant eggs, brightening and dimming, like the eggs are breathing.

Gao Xian felt like he was constantly sinking into that trance-like and deep dream, surrounded by darkness.

His consciousness was constantly sinking and descending in the vortex of the dream.

His consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes dormant, and countless chaotic and illogical pieces of information flowed through his mind.

Sometimes he would remember his name, his identity, his relatives, his everything.

But he was soon submerged in the massive flow of information, and then fantasy covered his memories, he became another creature, with another name, with another language.

The darkness made him increasingly irritable, his consciousness untethered, but gradually strengthened by the barrage of information.

Until one day, he felt his body, and then an impatient rage drove him to use his body to shatter the darkness, bang, once, twice, three times.

Crack, a crack appeared on the dark red giant egg.

Before it could spread, the second crack appeared, and more and more cracks followed with dense bursting sounds.

In the shadow-covered cave, the enormous creature was startled by the noise and opened its huge eyes.

The bright gaze, like condensed sunlight, looked at the dark red giant egg that was making the noise.

The giant egg was covered with cracks and finally couldn't hold on any longer and shattered.

A young dragon whelp stretched its limbs, opened its big eyes, looked at it, and suddenly hiccuped as if it was frightened.

A thin wisp of smoke mixed with sparks came out of the little whelp's nose and mouth, and then the little whelp raised its head and roared, uttering the first draconic word in this world.

Karon Goremora, this is the little hatchling's name in this life.

Although his true name is much longer than this, he obviously doesn't like reciting the menu.

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The newborn cub is about the size of a newborn foal, with fine red scales covering its body, but they are still soft, like its claws.

Even the horn-like bumps on its head are soft, and the bone on its nose is soft, and its wings are still weak, drooping limply.

It will take more than ten minutes for the cub's claws and scales to gradually harden, as will the horns on its head and the small horn on its nose.

After a few days, the scales will begin to thicken, and the claws and horns will become true weapons.

But the most important thing for the newborn cub to do is to eat, eat its fill.

Obtain enough nutrition and energy to supply the activation and growth of some organs that are not yet fully developed, and adapt to the body as soon as possible.

But Karon didn't dare to move. The dragon's innate transcendent vision allowed him to see the powerful creature in the shadow cave clearly.

Just its ferocious head was bigger than him. It seemed that he wasn't even enough to fill the other party's teeth.

A sharp, thick horn grew diagonally upward from the nose, and its mouth was full of sharp teeth.

A pair of huge ears occasionally flapped, and thick sky-blue scales wrapped its soft but tough body.

The strong forequarters blocked the hindquarters, revealing only a constantly wagging tail. Obviously, this was a blue dragon.

And himself? Karon was stunned. He looked down at the fine and bright red scales on his forelegs. Combining it with the information in his mind, he was also a dragon, no, how did he become a dragon?

But a thought subconsciously surfaced in his temporarily confused mind: Fortunately, it wasn't the weakest white dragon among the chromatic dragons.

Fortunately, my ass! The other party is a blue dragon, a dragon of a different species from him. The situation is obviously not right.

Although he didn't perceive any malice from the other party, and even felt a hint of closeness and familiarity.

But the chromatic dragons are born evil dragons. Without understanding the other party's intentions, the sense of threat that naturally arises in the weak when facing the strong has been lingering in his heart.

So he had to determine the other party's attitude, even though his stomach was already growling.

The giant dragon in the cave finally stepped out of the cave, revealing its strong and graceful body.

Its fourteen-meter-long body showed that it was at least a juvenile dragon, or perhaps even a young dragon.

If it weren't for the ferocious dragon head and the raised bones on the tail, the soft and tough body would look like a flying magical cat.

Its eyes were also cat-like, light blue with vertical yellow pupils in the center.

It indifferently scrutinized the little cub in front of it, who seemed a little different from the naturally impulsive, arrogant, and reckless dragons.

Its gradually indifferent gaze gradually turned into a smug one. The blue dragon lowered its high head, and Karon felt a little unsteady from the breath between its nostrils.

“Oh, what a healthy, strong, cautious, and timid little cub. You don’t need to be afraid of me,” the blue dragon opened its mouth, and a gentle draconic word accompanied a subtle arc of electricity flashed across its open mouth,

“You are the cub I hatched, and you should naturally regard me as your mother. I will nurture you until you are able to be independent, fulfilling the responsibility of a mother.”

The little hatchling looked at the huge head in front of him with a face full of question marks. His clear consciousness searched through all the red dragon inheritance dictionaries in his mind, but there was no word for responsibility in them.

This blue dragon is a strange chromatic dragon, maybe a rare good dragon, Karon thought.

But Karon, who lacked common sense in this world, didn't know that blue dragons, who were among the few evil dragons who liked to live in groups, sometimes picked up the eggs abandoned by other dragons of different species, hatched them, and then raised these hatchlings until they became a solid force in the family.

“In return, you should hunt for me in the future, become the strongest shield in my hand, the sharpest weapon, conquer territories for me, and find treasures for me. Your powerful kin will also be my kin.”

The blue dragon's huge eyes stared at the little one in front of it, waiting for his response.

“Well, I still overestimated the integrity of the chromatic dragons. It turns out there’s this waiting for me here,” Little Karon seemed to see a street lamp rising from behind the blue dragon. The question is, how big would a street lamp have to be to hang a dragon.

This hateful and damned blue dragon actually wants me to work for her for the rest of my life. I used to work, and now I have to work even after coming here and becoming a dragon. Wouldn't that be a waste of my time?

And she wants to establish a territory in the future and let me be her thug. Even a red pole is still just a minion. Hmph, she's quite ugly, eh, from Little Karon's current draconic aesthetic, the blue dragon is not only not ugly, but quite attractive, but she's still thinking too much.

Damn it, wait, I am not strong yet, but when I am strong, things will change. Little Karon ran through many thoughts in his mind. Although he didn't want to be a working dragon, he obviously didn't have the ability to refuse at the moment, so he obediently lowered his noble head and said in draconic, “Yes, Mother.”

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