King of Titans and Dragons

"Sophia, how long has my mother been away from the castle?" Inside the room, sitting in a wicker chair, Muria held a crystal cup in one hand and a thick metal book in the other one. He asked Sophia, the head maid, who was standing by a desk, directing a group of dragonborn maids to fill his cup with black tea.

"Nearly three months. According to past precedents, Lady Atris should be returning soon," Sophia replied.

"What does my mother generally do when she's out?" In Muria's memory since birth, he had seen the Golden Dragon Mother less than ten times in all, a pitifully small number. It didn't feel like a real mother-son relationship at all, but it was quite normal for the Dragon Race.

Of course, one of the reasons why Muria had seen the Golden Dragon Mother so few times was that he slept most of the time. Even if the Golden Dragon Mother came to see him, he wouldn't know.

"She fights against evil and upholds justice." Sophia said seriously.

"..." Muria remained silent. Such a cliché statement was confidently uttered by the head maid without any embarrassment, and the other maids nearby didn't show any strange expressions. Instead, they appeared to take it for granted, their faces revealing looks of admiration and aspiration.

This was Elasia. For them, fighting against evil and upholding justice were very serious matters. Those who dare laugh at this would face the disdain and even the pursuit of the Lawful Good Alignment.

Hence, Muria suppressed his urge to laugh and kept a straight face. And it was likely that he too would join the great cause of "fighting evil and upholding justice".

Because he is the son of a gold dragon from the Lawful Good Alignment, and his mother really went along with what Sophia said, to fight against evil and uphold justice.

What the Golden Dragon Mother did was similar to Superman in the movies of his previous life. However, the enemies she had to face were far more formidable than those Superman had to deal with. If Superman were thrown into Elasia alone to fight against evil, there would be a 99% chance that Superman would be knocked flat on the ground by the creatures of the Evil Camp.

"The Golden Dragon, a species that enjoys punishing evil and promoting goodness and loathes all acts of injustice and crime," Muria lowered his head to look at the metallic book written in Dragon Language in his hand," and this likability is inborn. What a peculiar sense of justice."

"However, even this super benevolent dragon shares the common vanity of the Dragon Race, they are extremely proud and greedy." Muria lowered his eyes on the metallic book in his hand, which was more than one meter in length and nearly half a meter in width, expressing his personal views and opinions.

It had been more than ten days since he walked up to the terrace. Muria hadn't ventured outside the castle since then, staying in his room all the time, because he discovered that his baby dragon phase, or infant phase, hadn't entirely ended yet.

He still spent over half of his days in deep sleep, overcome by profound drowsiness that struck on time every day. With his current willpower, he could hardly stay awake for long before falling into a sound sleep. In such a state, Muria didn't feel like going outdoors.

However, the situation had improved tremendously compared to the previous five years. Back then, aside from eating, Muria did nothing but sleep, and didn't even have time to leave his room. Now, although eating and sleeping still took up the bulk of his time, he at least had about three hours of leisure.

While this change wasn't as great as estimated, Muria was still quite satisfied with it. After all, he was now an Eternal Life Being.

Given his free time, Muria didn't choose to stroll outside. This gigantic, fascinating world piqued his intense curiosity, but it wasn't the time for exploration yet. The three hours of wakefulness he had per day would probably just be enough for a trip from the castle to the seaside!

So, Muria chose to read. The castle of the Golden Dragon Mother housed a vast library that seemed to stretch beyond sight. When Muria discovered the existence of this library, he was elated, as he now had a way to understand the world.

In contrast to his intense curiosity about this world, the knowledge about the world in his racial inheritance received at birth was pitifully scarce and insufficient to satisfy his curiosity but instead intensified it.

Now, Muria had a means to satisfy his curiosity. For example, the book he was currently holding wasn't a volume about the Dragon Race but an autobiography of an Ancient Golden Dragon.

Being the strongest among the Metallic Dragons, the Golden Dragons are destined not to stay in one area and become reclusive. Hence, the lifetime journey of an Ancient Golden Dragon tends to be rich and colorful, which made Muria relish reading its autobiography.

Nevertheless, he didn't take all the contents described on the book as truth, because the autobiography only recorded heroics tales of how the Golden Dragon, in human form, and his companions triumphed against evil.

However, all these "justice always prevails" experiences were obviously deceptive to fool three-year-old dragon fledglings. Although Golden Dragons are incredibly strong, that's only true when they are fully grown. During their juvenile, teenage, and young adult stages, there are many creatures in the world of Elasia who can face them head-on.

A golden dragon that likes to wander around punishing the wicked and promoting the good, never defeated, never distressed? That's bullshit!

"Really, the proud giant dragons only talk about wins, never failures. Hah!" Muria chuckled out of the blue. He'd never spoken his thoughts out loud before, only keeping them inside his head. But now he was finally expressing himself.

Standing beside Muria's desk, Sophia laughed quietly, "Not only giant dragons, but any intelligent creature would generally only advocate their own victories and not mention their defeats. That's quite normal."

Muria nodded, not saying anything else. After all, he was reading this autobiography as if it were a novel, aiming to gain more experience and better understand the local customs of various places in Elasia, as well as knowledge about the various evil camps. In these two aspects, the ancient golden dragon who wrote this autobiography didn't have any reason to lie.

Especially in the description of the evil camp, the ancient golden dragon could be said to be quite conscientious, describing the battle strategies, behavior habits, and racial weaknesses of all the evil creatures he encountered in great detail.

"This knowledge is not bad, quite useful." Muria nodded, this was also one of the reasons he could continue reading.

"Hm, during adulthood, he ran into a legendary demon summoned to the Primary Material Plane by demon believers." Muria read with interest, "Then, the righteous side was easily crushed by the legendary Balrog Flame Demon. When it was critical, he stood up and single-handedly turned the tides, repelling the legendary demon."

"Really, such shamelessness!" A corner of Muria's mouth twitched, "Since when were adult golden dragons so strong? Able to face off against legendary demons? It must have been by dragging out the time of the legendary demon's summoning period."

With the knowledge he had accumulated over the past ten or so days, Muria felt that he had seen through the "truth of the matter" at first glance.

"Let me see, what's the name of this golden dragon whose hide is thicker than a Land Emperor Turtle's shell." Muria immediately flipped to the cover on the back of the metal book. "Dimos Eilonsas."

"Huh, we share the same surname. Hmm, this golden dragon might even be my direct relative. But my relative sure likes to brag." Muria didn't pay too much attention to it. Instead, he sipped his specially brewed Magic Potion Tea and continued reading...

Thus, eating, sleeping and reading became Muria's daily routine. However, this cycle was only maintained for half a month before it was broken.

One day, as always, the weather was fine and clear. Under the attentive service of Sophia, Muria, bathed in sunlight, comfortably read a travelogue written by a legendary human mage. All was calm.

Until, "Roar!!!" A clear and loud dragon's roar sounded in Muria's ear. The soundproofing of the castle might as well not have existed, failing entirely to weaken the powerful roar.

Simultaneously with the dragon's roar, a massive torrent of overwhelming pressure also appeared. However, under this pressure, Sophia and the other female servants were only slightly pale before recovering as usual – they were accustomed to this pressure.

There was no change in the color of Muria's face either, and he showed no signs of discomfort. This was because this pressure made Muria feel incredibly familiar and comfortable, an effect of their blood ties.

Muria looked up at the ceiling, he knew that Golden Dragon Mother Atreus Alonsus had returned. He was unsure how she had managed to appear directly above the Crystal Castle.

"What has my Golden Dragon Mother brought back? Such a furious feeling, but it seems quite weak." Muria frowned. In addition to sensing the existence of Golden Dragon Mother, like the sun, he also sensed that there were two creatures emitting an aura of frenzy beside her. However, compared to the Golden Dragon Mother, their existence felt much weaker.

Nevertheless, Muria had no reason to ponder this. Due to the familiarity felt through their blood ties, he dropped the book in his hand,—"Thump, thump, thump!"— before "quickly" trotting towards where he sensed them to be. Behind him, Sophia and the maids hurriedly followed.

Following the blood connection between direct relatives, Muria barged into the spacious castle hall, and then he was dumbstruck by the sight of two massive red-scaled beasts securely bound by golden chains.

"Red dragons!" Smelling the sulfur odor in the air reminiscent of volcanoes, Muria quickly determined the identities of the two creatures with brilliant red scales. They were red dragons, the strongest of the Five Colored Dragons.

At this moment, Muria finally understood the source of the two violent auras he felt earlier.

"Is my mother so fierce? She goes out once and captures two Red Dragons, reputed to be the strongest evil dragons? Muria murmured to himself in a stiff face.