Translator: AnubisTL
Garos seemed irritable and displeased.
Samantha shrank back, said no more, and turned to leave.
Garos settled down again, spreading his massive wings and letting his dragon tail droop. He narrowed his eyes, savoring the rare moment of peaceful rest as he basked quietly in the sun.
Several days later.
The sun dyed the sky a dark golden hue, and fierce winds howled through the jagged rocks, whipping up fine sand.
Garos retracted his wings and hovered silently among the swirling clouds, his dragon eyes gazing down at the hills below.
A herd of Thunderhorn Rams came into view, their curved horns crackling with electric energy as they rubbed against the massive boulders. Each scrape sent tiny arcs of electricity sparking into the air.
At the center of the herd, a Thunderhorn Ram the size of an elephant slowly raised its head.
Its horns no longer glowed with the blue-white electricity of the other rams. Instead, they shimmered with a dark, metallic silver, their surfaces etched with lightning-like patterns. Every time it ground its horns against the basalt, the rock cracked with a piercing sizzle, leaving behind spiderweb-like scorch marks.
"Today, you're the one."
This was Garos's first hunt after three days of rest.
The massive dragon wings spread, casting a shadow that enveloped the entire flock of sheep.
Garos made no attempt to conceal his presence. He swooped down like crimson lightning, the air splitting with a piercing shriek as his wings tore through it, announcing his arrival and startling the Thunderhorn Rams.
The ordinary rams instinctively scattered in panic.
But as their leader raised its head, crackling electricity erupted between its horns, and the flock steadied once more.
One by one, the Thunderhorn Rams lifted their heads, electric light flaring on their horns, and simultaneously unleashed bolts of lightning into the sky.
Countless silver serpents danced and intertwined, forming an electric net that surged upward to engulf the diving Garos.
With a swift flap of his wings, Garos abruptly halted just before colliding with the net, then executed a near-ninety-degree turn, showcasing agility far surpassing that of ordinary dragonkind.
The Thunderhorn Ram Leader let out a low growl, and dense chains of lightning erupted from its horns, arcing through the air to pursue Garos's fleeting figure.
Though these quasi-spell skill-generated lightning chains weren't light-speed, they were still incredibly swift.
Garos didn't rush to slaughter the flock. With sparks flying from each wingbeat, his colossal body twisted and turned with surprising agility, weaving through the lightning chains in a deadly dance.
Graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a swimming dragon.
Not a single lightning chain, despite its speed, managed to strike him.
The Thunderhorn Ram Leader's magical energy dwindled as every attack missed its mark. Panic and frustration welled up within it, and it abandoned its assault, scattering the herd to evade the dragonkind's predatory strikes. The leader itself, its hooves crackling with electricity, bolted away with lightning speed.
But how could such speed compare to Garos'?
He swooped down, his gaze locked firmly on the ram leader.
The moment the Thunderhorn Ram Leader's hind hooves struck the ground, Garos' dragon claw clamped precisely onto its spine, lifting it into the sky.
At such close range, as the ram leader struggled, a surge of raw electricity erupted from its horns. Countless silver-white lightning snakes leaped onto Garos, dancing across his dragon scales inside and out.
Yet Garos remained unfazed.
Aside from a slight numbness, he felt no pain or burns.
Having frequently whipped himself with his lightning tail ring-enhanced tail, Garos had developed significant lightning resistance. This level of assault posed little threat to him.
His movements remained agile and precise.
With a snap, his claw twisted and broke the Thunderhorn Ram Leader's spine.
Afterward, Garos continued his hunt, specifically targeting demonic beasts with quasi-spell skills. He used their attacks to test and refine his corresponding resistances, accumulating small gains that would eventually compound into greater resilience.
The sun gradually sank westward, dipping behind the mountain range.
Bathed in the radiant glow of the evening twilight, Garos returned to Needleleaf Valley.
Thump! Thump!
The dull thud of heavy objects hitting the ground echoed as Garos hurled two massive, half-dead ferocious beasts from the sky, tossing them before the Earthstorm Bears who had been sparring with him.
"These are your rewards!"
The deep voice boomed from above, filling the Earthstorm Bears with both surprise and delight.
Garos not only didn't require his familiars to hunt for his food, but after feeding himself, he would generously share any surplus prey with them.
Sparring with him was a grueling task.
The Earthstorm Bears often finished exhausted and heavily injured, their hunting efficiency drastically reduced.
Garos, considering himself no evil dragon, refused to mistreat his familiars. He bestowed these bloody feasts upon them to hasten their recovery, ensuring they could continue sparring with him.
After circling once in the sky, Garos retracted his wings and descended to the edge of a bubbling sulfur pool. Without hesitation, he plunged into the scalding liquid.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
The moment the pool water touched his dragon scales, it erupted in a piercing hiss. Corrosive fumes billowed from the surface, and the surrounding area lay barren, devoid of vegetation.
Garos, utterly unperturbed, closed his eyes and submerged his entire body into the pool.
The pool was filled with metallic particles, highly corrosive, and scaldingly hot, but for Garos, whose dragonscale steel armor was as thick as iron and whose hide was tough as leather, it was just right.
The explosive scales on his body gradually turned crimson, but under Garos's careful control, they didn't detonate.
The pool water flowed through the gaps between the explosive scales, making contact with the underlying scales. With a hissing corrosion, the metallic particles in the water gradually adhered to this layer of scales, slowly tempering their strength. Garos simply dozed off inside, resting.
Soon after.
Garos reached the edge of Needleleaf Valley. Under the cover of night, after confirming there were no signs of other intelligent creatures nearby, he resumed his targeted training with the little dragon.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With each impact from the red iron young dragon, wood chips flew in all directions. The tree trunk gradually became riddled with holes until, with a creak, it toppled over at an angle.
Garos exhaled, sensing that the little dragon's strength had improved. At least, the soreness he felt now was less intense than before.
"Should I try chiseling some rocks?"
A bold idea sparked in his mind, but after careful consideration, he dismissed it, deciding that a gradual approach would be better.
Suddenly, just as he was about to leave, Garos caught a faint rustling behind him—a sound like dragon scales brushing against leaves. He whirled around.
Large eyes met small eyes, their gazes locking instantly.
The figure hidden in the undergrowth froze, halting its attempt to quietly turn and slip away.
It was small, no larger than a kitten, with a slender, delicate body covered in iridescent dragon scales of crimson, azure, and violet. Its butterfly-like wings shimmered with a faint silvery-gray light in the darkness.
Its appearance was peculiar, its size unusually diminutive.
But there was no doubt:
This was a dragon.
A fairy dragon.
(End of the Chapter)
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