GOT King of Dragon

"Glutton, do you still not recognize me?" 

Rhaegar lay weakly on the dragon's back, attempting to communicate with the colossal beast beneath him. 

He had assumed he wouldn't get a response. 

Unexpectedly, Glutton turned its head for the first time. Its green, slitted pupils were no longer wild with frenzy but instead reflected a human-like scrutiny. 

It had to admit—the determination of the tiny creature on its back had moved it. 

Snorting through its nostrils, Glutton arrogantly withdrew its head and continued flying forward. 

In that moment, Rhaegar focused intently on Glutton. 

Within the dragon's slitted pupils, Rhaegar saw his own reflection. 

A fleeting, fragile connection formed. 

Through this hazy link, Rhaegar could feel Glutton's inner self: 

Savage. Arrogant. Indifferent. 

This was the soul of an untamed, jet-black dragon—a creature that looked down on all others and had no need for a rider to disrupt its solitary existence. 

But now, Glutton sensed Rhaegar's unyielding resolve. 

It decided to give him a chance—a chance to prove himself worthy of taming the beast. 

Understanding its will, Rhaegar grinned. "Bring it on. The harder the trial, the more thrilling the adventure!" 

"Hisss-Kaaaah!" 

Glutton roared skyward, flapping its massive wings as it surged into the sky. 

Breaking through the airflow, the dragon shot upward, piercing layer after layer of moisture-laden clouds. 

Reaching the highest altitude it could attain, Glutton steadied itself. 

It glanced back at the insect clinging to its back and bared its teeth in a cruel grin. 

*Whoosh!* 

Glutton reared its thick neck and performed a backflip in midair. 

Once. 

Twice. 

Three times in a row, it flipped and used the momentum to straighten its body, diving headfirst into a plummeting freefall. 

Rhaegar clung tightly to anything he could grab. 

After enduring three flips, dizziness overwhelmed him. His head spun, and his body went numb in the weightless descent. 

Glutton roared, breaking through the clouds below. 

Rhaegar could no longer hold onto the dragon's scales and was flung off its back. 

All the while, Glutton kept a sharp eye on the small creature it had shaken loose. 

When it saw him finally fall, Glutton let out a triumphant screech. 

Its massive body plummeted even faster, stabilizing itself just below Rhaegar. 

Opening its abyss-like maw wide, it began gathering searing dragon flames in its throat. 

It intended to incinerate the insect into ash, a mere snack to fill the gaps between its teeth. 

*Boom!* 

A burst of green flames erupted from Glutton's mouth, carving a brilliant arc through the dark, clouded sky. 

Rhaegar, still fully conscious, continued to plummet. 

As the flames roared toward him, the heat was palpable. 

Facing death, Rhaegar's eyes widened, his mind racing for a way to survive. 

With Glutton directly beneath him, his odds of escaping death weren't absolute. 

Stretching out his arms and legs, Rhaegar exerted all his strength to alter his fall trajectory. 

But the flames were unavoidable. 

"I am Rhaegar Targaryen. My will is strong enough to tame any dragon in this world!" 

He repeated these words in his heart, closing his eyes and embracing the incoming flames. 

Thanks to his innate ability, **Blood of Fire**, Rhaegar believed that if he could endure the dragon flames, he would undoubtedly conquer the jet-black dragon. 

As the flames engulfed him, Rhaegar's clothes were entirely burned away. 

Just as the intense heat began to sear his flesh, a system notification echoed in his mind: 

*"Congratulations, the final spark has been ignited. You have obtained..."* 

**[Blood of the True Dragon]** 

- **Grade**: Legendary (Red) 

- **Effect**: +50% Fire Element Affinity 

- **Evaluation**: "An ancient lineage brimming with mysterious power, you are the embodiment of blood and fire." 

A dormant spark from his system interface suddenly flared to life, surging into Rhaegar's chest and merging with his heart. 

In an instant, Rhaegar's eyes snapped open. His pale face flushed with an unnatural red hue, and veins bulged along his neck. 

Before him, his personal interface appeared and began to transform. 

Rhaegar Targaryen

**Talents:** 

- **Dreamer** (Gold) 

- **Longevity** (Green) 

**Bloodline:** 

- **Ancient Valyrian Dragonlord** (+20%) 

**Skills:** 

- Mastery in Valyrian Language 

**Relics:** 

- **Blood and Fire Alike** (+50% fire resistance) 

- **True Dragon's Blood** (+50% fire affinity) 

**Evaluation:** 

*"The ancient bloodline has awakened further—pure and untainted."*

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Rhaegar's eyes were locked onto the bloodline section of the status screen as the percentage kept climbing. 

20%, 23%, 27%... 

Within the span of a single breath, his bloodline surged to 33%, and only then did the glowing "+" symbol fade away. 

Unbeknownst to him, a layer of fire had emerged on his skin, only to vanish swiftly into the dragon flames surrounding him. 

He felt no alarm, only a surge of power erupting from his heart and coursing through his veins. 

Even as he continued to plummet downward, emerald dragon flames enveloped every inch of his body. The searing heat assaulted his nerves with an almost unbearable intensity. 

Yet Rhaegar did not scream. He allowed the flames to consume his flesh. 

His skin remained unblemished, pale and tender, as his body temperature steadily rose. 

He was adapting to the fire. 

Maintaining a gliding posture, Rhaegar soon broke free from the encircling dragon flames. 

He narrowly avoided being swallowed whole by the Devourer, the massive dragon pursuing him. Instead, he veered off course, brushing past the dragon's enormous maw and rolling along its spine. 

The Devourer's head and tail spanned an enormous distance. 

Rhaegar scrambled and clawed his way forward. Just as he was about to fall again, he managed to grab hold of the dragon's tail tip. 

**Silence.** 

At that moment, the sky and sea seemed to grow still. 

The howling winds subsided, and the torrential rain ceased. 

Hovering above the ocean, the Devourer flapped its enormous wings, sending gusts of wind but remaining motionless. 

Perhaps it doubted the power of its own flames. 

Perhaps it was shocked by the resilience of this insignificant human. 

Rhaegar seized the moment, climbing upward with both hands and feet until he returned to the dragon's back. 

He grasped the dragon's scales tightly, bracing himself for its resistance. 

But the Devourer did not move. 

Puzzled, Rhaegar looked up, only to find himself face-to-face with the beast's monstrous, snarling head. 

At some point, the dragon had turned to gaze at him, its expression calm yet imposing. 

Their eyes locked, reflecting each other's image in their gaze. 

The dragon's snout was mere meters from Rhaegar, and its exhaled breath was scorching hot. 

Rhaegar felt a strange intuition. He tentatively extended his hand toward the creature. 

The Devourer's green, slit-pupil eyes narrowed suspiciously. With a loud huff from its nostrils, it nearly knocked Rhaegar off balance. 

Turning his face away from the sulfur-laden stench of its breath, Rhaegar kept his raised hand steady, waiting. 

After a moment, he felt a coarse, rough texture against his palm. Turning back, his furrowed brow relaxed into a smile. 

The Devourer had lowered its neck, pressing its scaled snout against his outstretched hand. 

Rhaegar stared in disbelief. 

His lips moved as if to speak, but no words escaped. 

The dragon stared back, its proud eyes seeming to say, **"You've won, boy."** 

Rhaegar's face broke into a radiant grin. He stroked the dragon's scales, a surge of indescribable accomplishment filling his chest. 

"Devourer, fly!" 

Retracting his hand, he grasped the dragon's back scales tightly and issued the command in High Valyrian. 

A familiar roar followed, but this time, the Devourer did not resist. 

Its massive wings beat the air, lifting it into the sky. The flight was smooth and steady, with not the slightest hint of turbulence. 

Rhaegar marveled at the dragon's impeccable flying skills, releasing his grip and closing his eyes to savor the cool wind rushing past him. 

In this moment, the bond between Rhaegar and the Devourer deepened. 

Rhaegar could sense the dragon's lingering reluctance—it had yet to fully accept him as its master. 

Similarly, the Devourer seemed to understand Rhaegar's thoughts, slowing its flight to glide leisurely over the ocean. From time to time, it let out triumphant roars, as if showing off. 

The Devourer knew Rhaegar had never ridden another dragon. 

It carried itself with pride, holding its head high, displaying its might. 

Rhaegar couldn't help but laugh at its behavior. 

He was deeply moved, his cheek resting against the dragon's cool, scaled hide as he hugged it tightly. 

This was his dragon. 

The one and only dragon belonging to Rhaegar Targaryen. 

He held boundless hope and affection for it. 

Closing his eyes, Rhaegar inhaled the dragon's unique scent and whispered, "From this moment on, our story will echo through the ages—thousands, tens of thousands of years." 

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