Reborn As A Evil Dragon

"Moreover, I had my own thoughts. For the most evil dragons, they would generally raise their heirs to the juvenile dragon stage before driving them out of the nest to fend for themselves, just like most born proud and strong species.

However, some of the more indifferent, proud, powerful, and heartless evil dragons would drive the young dragons that had just passed the fledgling stage directly out of their nests.

The latter is also the minimum constraint that the mother of the Chromatic dragons has on the Chromatic evil dragons. At least they have to raise their own heirs to the stage of young dragons before they can be driven out of the lair!

I didn't know whether the black dragon mother who gave birth to him was the former or the latter. But if I had to guess from her lazy behavior, it should be the latter.

Additionally, if his growth rate continued at this pace, I guessed that I might not even need to reach the juvenile stage before I was driven out of the nest by the black dragon mother, who felt threatened not to herself but her treasure, because I was too strong.

And this was something that had a high probability of happening!

Now that my feast layers had only been stacked three times, I was confident that I could fight with a fourth-level demonic creature. According to the fact that I can stack one feast layer a month, it didn't need to be more than that.

And when I had stacked almost a dozen or two dozen layers, and when my body size was also raised, I reckoned that the Black Dragon Lady would look at me in a very unfavorable light.

So I needed to think about my future. Well, with my initial plan, I planned to abduct my dragon sisters afterward. Although Emilia and Hannah looked weak in terms of performance under me, it wouldn't take more than a few years for their strength to grow.

And with the passage of time, their strength can also continue to grow stronger as long as they are well trained. They are equivalent to two special dependents with extraordinary potential.

Not to say that they can fight strong enemies with me. After all, I am much stronger than a dragon. But guarding my dragon's nest, hunting food for me, and acting as guardians during my slumber would be enough.

Emilia and Hannah, who were happily eating on the side, did not realize at all that the Big Brother Babatos in their eyes had already trained them to be future fighter minions.

...

Time passed slowly but surely.

On the seventh day after the end of the third feast, the black dragoness, who had already slept in her lair for almost a month, finally remembered that she still had three heirs, woke up from her slumber, and leisurely went out to "play the field."

After spending less than an hour, the black dragon lady, who'd eaten and drunk up outside, returned to the dragon nest. Incidentally, she threw the two savage bulls in front of the three young dragons and wagged her long, thick tail into the deepest part of the dragon nest.

Finally, she plopped down on the treasure and once again huffed and puffed.

After I witnessed all this, I had some doubt. Perhaps the black Dragon Lady hadn't remembered that she still had three cubs to take care of, but simply her own hunger had woken her up.

But no matter what, the prey that the black dragon lady brought back this time was quite sumptuous. Although the sinewy brute was not a magic creature, it was huge and had a good flavor, making it a tasty meal for the two young dragons, Emilia and Hannah.

The main thing was that they could be painfully full. One sinewy brute weighed over three tonnes, and the two added up to six or seven tonnes.

I followed suit and had a full meal. In the seven days since the last feast ended, I had only gone out once. On that occasion, I hunted a second-order magic creature, the Swamp Fathead Fish.

I ate most of the Swamp Fathead Fish and left some trimmings for Emilia and Hannah to eat.

With this, the two little dragons were already flattered to the point of being overwhelmed.

"Roar, burp¯"

After eating a ton and a half of sinewy barbarian flesh and blood, the somewhat overstuffed me lay down on the ground and squinted my eyes.

According to my plan, there were still 10 days to half a month or so until the next feast. Before going out to hunt and save up reserve food, the first half of the month would be spent staying in the dragon's lair and sleeping. If I got too hungry, I could go out and hunt some wild game to eat.

After all, if it's too early, the reserve may not be fresh enough, and the nutrients will be lost. If it's stored for too long, and I wait too late, the reserve food may not be enough.

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Time passed slowly.

In the blink of an eye, nearly three months passed in the dragon's nest. I had just finished a feast.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the system panel.

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Status:

Name: Barbatos Caesar Volaric

Race: True Dragon

Biological Order: 4th

Occupation Level: None

Body Length: 4.71M

Vitality (VIT): 7.17

Current Feast Tier: 6

Feast Cooldown Time: 30 Days

Abilities:

Dragon Scales (LV 4), True Dragon Breath (LV 3), Draconic Vitality (LV 6), Draconic Might (LV 1), Draconic Magic (LV 1), Fly (LV 2), Dragon Eyes (LV 1), Bite (LV 4), Claw (LV 4)

//

"Whew."

Powerful strength surged through my body. I couldn't help but grin as I felt the terrifying power coursing within my dragon body.

The grin was incomparable. With the stacking and strengthening of the six layers of the feast, at this point, my appearance was gradually differentiating from that of a traditional black dragon.

The outer skin at the root of the black dragon's horn around the cheekbone would gradually degrade with age, looking no different from a skeleton. This was also the main reason why black dragons were sometimes called skeleton dragons.

Their wings are not too wide compared to their overall body size because the flight ability of black dragons does not rely entirely on their dragon wings. They rely on their natural spell-like flight ability, with their wings assisting in making them more flexible and faster.

Among the Chromatic evil dragons, only the red dragon possesses wings wide enough to completely rely on their sweeping power for flight.

I, at such a young age, possessed a pair of wide black dragon wings with a wingspan of nearly 10 meters.

With the immensely developed muscles at the root of my wings, even if I didn't use my spell-like flying talent, I had enough power to support my flights.

Additionally, my cheeks were still full of scales, not at all like the black dragons' ugly skeletal faces, but more like a red dragon dyed black.

Coupled with the short, thick, and proper neck, and the second pair of dragon horns that had just sprouted on my head, I felt very handsome and domineering. Anyway, I was very happy with my current image.

However, this alternative appearance coupled with the abnormal growth rate had already caused the black dragoness to gradually begin to look at me unfavorably.

The most obvious behavior was that when I was first born, she would purposely throw the prey she brought back to me.

Recently, though, the black dragon lady threw the prey to Emilia and Hannah in front of me, ensuring they were fed first before going into the depths of the dragon's nest to sleep.

Obviously, the black dragoness was wary of my abnormal growth rate.

The thinness of kinship between evil dragons, coupled with their strong desire to control their territory and wealth, means the vast majority of evil dragons would not allow another of their kind to appear in their nest or territory if they posed a threat.

It seemed like something wasn't right. Thinking back to the black dragoness' attitude in recent days, I couldn't help but mutter.

However, I couldn't stop raising my strength just because the black dragon lady looked at me unfavorably, could I?

Strength under one's control was the most important and fundamental thing. I deeply understood this truth.

After thinking for a moment, I shook my head and indifferently said,

"Forget it. Let nature take its course. Anyway, with my growth rate, I will soon be able to defend myself in the wild."

Although it was impossible to be as peaceful as it is now, at the very least, I would still be sure of preserving my own little life.

If I encountered unavoidable danger, the worst-case scenario would be to bury my head in the ground, hide for three to five months, and directly eat the earth, stacking feasts. Then, once I was strong enough, I could emerge and kill the enemy.

Although this method might seem humiliating, as long as I won, it didn't matter. As the great man once said:

"History is always written by the winners. When two cultures clash, the loser is obliterated, and the winner writes the history books. Books which glorify their own cause and disparage the conquered foe."

Napoleon once said, "What is history but a fable agreed upon?"

Shaking away the many thoughts in my head, I turned my gaze to Emilia and Hannah, who were sleeping by the mud puddle. Their dragon bodies were still so thin and weak, less than three meters long, with not much muscle and small pairs of dragon wings. However, the aura surrounding them had vaguely reached second order.

Explaining that, these two little fellows still had some improvement in their strength, the black dragon hatchlings, whose biological level had just stepped into the second grade. Although their strength was not as good as the adult wind wolf that I had hunted before, they barely had the strength to preserve their lives under the claws of the adult wind wolves, which are third-grade magical creatures.

"Not bad; keep growing in the future. Your Big Brother's food will depend on you."

I was still quite satisfied with the growth rate of my sisters. Although on the surface, I had been spitting on Emilia and Hannah for their skinny stature and weak strength, compared to other black dragon fledglings of the same age group, they were actually already considered to be in the middle of the pack.

It might have something to do with the fact that I would occasionally train them when I was born. Plus, I would sometimes feed them the flesh and blood of some low-level magical creatures.

Well, maybe. There's also a little bit of a reason that the two little dragons were able to put their faces down and would regularly feed on black soil and rocks, whether they were hungry or not. After eating more dirt and rocks, the bones and scales of the two little ones would obviously be one point harder than those of the black dragon hatchlings of the same age group.

I habitually looked towards the black dragoness in the depths of the dragon's nest; the vaguely glittering luster of gold and silver coins and gems made me a little foolish.

If I swallowed the black dragon lady's treasure when the feast opened, then the boost I would receive would definitely be huge.

This was a prompt from instinct. When I analyzed this instinct slightly, I found that it was strongest when faced with magical gems and was even stronger than swallowing the level 6 magical creature, the Swamp Black Water Python.

Next was magical armor and magic greatswords, then followed by magical gold coins and silver coins. Lastly, there were ordinary gold and silver coins, as well as ordinary gems. As for the other shiny miscellaneous items, in my instinctive senses, they were nothing more than trash that was slightly stronger than dirt and rocks.

There wasn't much perineum, and neither was there any mithril, orichalcum, or adamantium in my mother's treasure, which is just proof of how rare these metals are, or maybe the black dragon lady didn't bother to search for them.

Anyway, the discovery of this ability also gave me a pleasant surprise, and I felt that with this ability, I wouldn't miss out on treasures when I encountered them in the future. Although the gargoyles themselves were very good at finding treasures.

"It's time to set out on the hunt."

I stopped rambling, twisted my head, and turned towards the air passageway, my figure slowly disappearing into the dragon's lair.

This time out, I was no longer simply hunting to fill my stomach. The black dragon lady's attitude had raised a sense of crisis in my heart, and I had to prepare myself in advance for being kicked out of the dragon's nest in the future.

"That is... finding a place to land."

The location where the black dragoness had built her nest was in the middle of the inner and outer perimeter of the dark forest, where there was a running swamp with an area of dozens of square kilometers.

Well-fed and well-drunk, I flapped my dragon wings and landed on top of a giant tree more than 50 meters tall. Looking around from afar, a huge ugly scar was situated in the middle of the endless black dense jungle.

The reason why this rotting swamp was so huge might also have a part in the power of the black dragons.

The black dragon's bio passive 'Decay Domain' could transform dirt into a swamp, and the awakening of the domain was usually awakening youth.

Silently, in the giant tree above the lookout, my eyes condensed as the dragon wings spread, aiming south for a leap down. It was still only 7 or 8 meters high. My dragon wings gently vibrated, shifting my body from the swooping posture into an upward climb.

A few moments later, some wooden buildings appeared in the forest. A dog-headed man was walking among these short wooden buildings. I did not choose to directly fall into the dog-head camp but instead landed at least 100 meters away from it. Gathering my wings, I leaned into the dense forest outside the camp and observed the dog-headed men.

The name of the dog heads did not match their looks and were not tough, with the dog's head on the outside. The dog-headed people were less than a meter tall. Their bodies, covered in dark brown scales, looked very thin, and on top of their heads was an ugly lizard head with a pair of small horns extending from the tops of their heads. Their eyes shone brightly with red sparks like rays of light, while their tails appeared long, slender, and flexible.

The main reason why they were called dog heads was their language, which sounded like a puppy barking wildly. Most of the dog-headed men had a simple leafy skirt around their bodies and only a very few of them wore tattered clothes. The leader's body was quite a bit taller and stronger compared to ordinary dog-headed men, about 1.2 meters or so. The weapons held in their hands varied from wooden sticks and javelins to rusty iron swords, spears, and other weapons.

'These should be the elite warriors among the dog heads.'

"How pathetically weak."