The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases

"Ah?" Rosinde turned to look at his lover, who had become completely unrecognizable.

For a moment, he felt at a loss and a tinge of melancholy.

"Well, what are you two still not satisfied with? It's rare for me to have spare time to give your wife a beauty makeover."

Looking at the monstrous, giant version of the fierce huntress that now stood before him, fashioned from the memories of his past life, David stood with arms crossed, quite proud and self-satisfied.

[Arrogance]

Right then, David decided that from now on, all those who 'willingly worshipped' and entered his Hall of Valor card pool would have their faces molded by him.

Thus, an era without unsightly Heroic Spirits was about to dawn.

[Arrogance]

It was just a pity that he, as the master of this Hall of Valor card pool, didn't have such treatment himself.

As long as he was alive, for his followers, David, the Dragon Lord, was like a moving Divine Realm standing upon the earth.

As long as David had enough money and magical materials, he could theoretically resurrect them infinitely with the Resurrection Spell, rather than them degenerating into late-stage Alzheimer's after being soaked in the waters of the Styx River a few times, like mortals.

But if enemies discovered this detail and directly aimed for a decapitation strike against him, it would be quite troublesome.

On the other side, Rosinde the Barbarian, watching everyone else looking pleased and astonished while he alone was not, felt like he was about to cry.

"I..."

The words, "I just like Monado the way she was," never made it past his lips.

He feared his lover Monado would sit on him and crush him to death, and then she would utter that soul-searching question:

'Do you love my body, or do you love my soul?!'

He loved both, damn it!

As he watched the 'weeping with joy' Barbarian reunite with the remade Monado, David suddenly found the Barbarian's appearance somewhat displeasing to the eye.

[Arrogance]

Heaven knows, Rosinde, with his statuesque looks, could definitely be considered one of the most handsome men among the Barbarians of the Old Continent in a century.

But compared to Monado, who now looked as delicate and tender as a Valkyrie from a minstrel's tale, he seemed somewhat less impressive.

"Rosinde, hold still. I'll mold your face too, while I'm at it. Trust my aesthetic; you'll absolutely fall in love with this new skin."

[Arrogance]

[Authority—Sin of Lust]

[Authority—Arrogance]

"Ah? There's no need to bother with me!" Rosinde panicked, but it was already too late.

David, his eyes practically glowing, was like a dragon child who had discovered a new way to play with a toy. Even his Silver Dragon father, Attilicia, couldn't help but sigh and shake his head.

Yet he did not interfere.

Considering a Silver Dragon's natural propensity for change, pursuing beauty and transformation was completely normal, wasn't it?

His only real frustration was a mix of envy and resentment towards David—wondering just what kind of divinity he had acquired and how casually he was misusing it.

If it were him in David's place, he would probably lock himself in a laboratory, not resting until he had comprehensively researched his divinity.

But in the end, the one who had gained divinity was his son, not him.

So Attilicia didn't even bother to ask.

Because before officially igniting the divine fire and ascending to godhood, the nature of one's divinity was an absolute secret not to be shared.

After all, once revealed, it could even attract the covetous attention of other deities, especially those of related domains.

Just for this reason, half a month earlier, Attilicia had even forced the sole witness, the Winter Wolf pup Wan, to learn Dragon Language and swear an oath.

So at this moment, although everyone was astonished, they simply thought David had learned some kind of amazing transformation spell from him. They would never imagine something as outrageous as 'their master had become a Demigod.'

After all, that was just too damn crazy.

The wildest dream he'd ever had, the most preposterous tales he'd penned in his minstrel memoirs when he was young—none dared to concoct something so insane.

As Attilicia, the Silver Dragon father, pondered thus, Rosinde the Barbarian clutched his suddenly softened pectorals and let out a cry that tugged at a dragon's heartstrings:

"Ah! Please no, my Lord! How can I face Uncle and the people of the Rosinde clan looking like this!"

"Ah, I overdid it a bit by accident. Don't be scared, I didn't change your gender. I'll adjust it back a bit right now," David said, thoroughly enjoying himself as he tweaked the NPC—MOD.

He completely ignored the Barbarian, who was nearly in tears from suffering such 'major life changes' twice in a row, and his crumbling psyche.

[Arrogance]

At that moment, Alianna and the Drow Mage, who were in the cabin below taking stock of the cargo, heard the commotion on deck and ran out to see what was happening. The Drow Mage, who had always felt inferior due to her small stature, immediately lunged forward and hugged David's leg—which was thicker than her entire body—her eyes shining as she pleaded:

"Master! Please, redo me too! I beg you! After you're done, you can play with me however you like!"

"Could you please go die first, and then come back with a Diamond worth a thousand gold pieces?" David, who was having a blast, glanced at the Drow, looking down at her with disdain as he asked.

"I'm not afraid of dying... but I don't have that kind of money! Can I take out a loan? A lifelong loan, or even a relay loan, wouldn't be out of the question!"

The Drow tried to mimic Attilicia's look that could inspire pity in anyone.

But to David, it looked nothing but a clumsy, comical imitation.

"Scram! Go cool off somewhere!"

With a flick of his leg, David sent the little runt flying into the chilly sea.

"Do you really think I'm some kind of benevolent Devil?"

"..." Everyone else was rendered speechless by David's actions.

No, you're clearly more devilish than any Devil! Don't be so modest.

Alianna, long familiar with this routine, sighed and quickly went to fish the Drow Mage out with a net.

Just then, Winter Wolf Wan, who had been scared by its master's piercing screams and was hiding at the bow of the ship, suddenly started barking—WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!

It was as if it had made a great discovery.

"What's all that damn racket?" David, his fun repeatedly interrupted, immediately turned his head and squinted in that direction.

He saw a group of Barbarians approaching in several long, double-headed warships, seemingly intending to encircle them.

With their menacing looks, were they actually thinking of robbing them?

David was truly astonished.

A bunch of Barbarians, consistently oppressed by the Elves.

They'd actually perked up and become so daring – can you believe it?

"They're not from your clan, are they?" David asked, turning to look at the now much 'beautified' Barbarian.

"Those are the Children of Battle," Rosinde said, looking with disgust at the group who resembled his former self yet were more greedy and shameless than any Dragon.

"Then let's confront them. Crush them, and keep a couple alive to find out what's going on," David declared immediately, without any hesitation.

Even though their numbers were merely in the single digits, they were surrounded by dozens, if not hundreds, of Barbarians.

Yet the aura David exhibited made it seem as if it was his small group that was surrounding all the Barbarians.

Rosinde and the few Drow, however, had long become accustomed to this.

"Yes, my Lord!"

But just as David revealed his 'ferocious' bright red head,

The Barbarians, sailing along the coast of the Old Continent, were instantly alarmed. They clamorously rowed their boats, turning to flee:

"Dragon!"

"It's a Red Dragon!"

"Run for it!!!"

"..." Watching the group of Barbarians scatter towards the coast in their longships, David suddenly rose into the air in Wrath.

"Run? Like hell you will!"

"You're fleeing the moment we meet?"

"Have you no basic manners or respect?"

[Arrogance]

"All of you, get your asses back here and die!"

"ROAR!!!"

A burst of flames, like the fires of hell.

It turned nearly half of the coastal sea within a hundred-meter radius into an inferno, thick with scorching steam.

This scene, observed by Attilicia from behind, made him sigh once more, a long, low sound.

His Red Dragon son was merely seven years old, still in his juvenile stage. Yet, he already possessed some of Pafila's wild temperament—that volatile nature which could easily turn mountains into fiery peaks and seas into boiling cauldrons.

In the end, he was more like his mother.

Attilicia could only place all his hopes on his daughter Tania, whom he hadn't yet met.

He just hoped that his Silver Dragon daughter...

Wouldn't be too corrupted by that arrogant, cruel, and greedy Red Dragon mother-son duo.