Defeating the World with the Power of One Dragon!

Chapter 23: Unexpected Delight

"Alchemy spells?"

Samantha snorted a trace of disdain from her nostrils.

"Isn't that just weak tricks fiddling with bottles and jars? A true Red Dragon should conquer the world with claws and flames."

She said.

Among all dragon kinds, Red Dragons almost worship power the most. They take pride in their bloodline and status, favoring the use of innate dragon attacks like claws and breath to defeat opponents.

Hearing Garoth suggest that she learn alchemy spells, Samantha's sneer was a natural reaction.

Because when it comes to learning something, personal interest is the most crucial factor—coercion doesn’t work. Garoth smiled faintly and gently persuaded, "Do you know how much gold coins an alchemist in the Lothrian Federation can earn in a year?"

As he spoke, he used his claw to tap on the alchemical engine.

The metallic clinks sounded like gold coins colliding.

Samantha’s pupils slightly widened, showing interest, and she asked, "How much?" Garoth said seriously, "Even the worst alchemist can earn enough to pile up a small mountain of money."

Upon hearing this, Samantha’s tail swayed unconsciously, clearly moved.

"…Really? You're not lying to me, are you?"

She said.

Garoth nodded solemnly.

"Alchemists can even create their own gold coins. As long as you study seriously and reach a profound level of alchemy, you could become rich enough to buy an empire. For a mature Iron Dragon like the Dragon Mother, you could hire thousands to serve you at once, singing your greatness day and night."

"Besides wealth, alchemy can also make you stronger. Don’t forget the Giant-Arm Miner that once made you flee in disgrace. Once you master alchemy and continuously strengthen and temper your claws and scales with it, I believe with your talent, one day you will tear apart the Holy Flame Arbiter with your bare hands, making countless evil dragons cheer for you and bow in awe at your feet."

The scene described by these words struck Samantha’s pleasure points directly.

Just imagining it made her heartbeat accelerate, sending an electric-like sensation from her head to the tip of her tail.

Her chest heaved, breathing became rapid, and longing shone in her eyes.

But she still had reservations, hesitating and troubled as she said, "But learning spells sounds so troublesome."

Red Dragons are not unintelligent; as top-tier magical creatures, their talent and comprehension in magic surpass most spellcasters. It’s just that Red Dragons are lazy and dislike using their brains too hard.

As a standard pureblood Red Dragon, Samantha also disliked thinking and studying.

Garoth asked slowly, "Do you think learning knowledge is troublesome, or being hunted by inferior creatures using alchemical tools is more troublesome?"

His question hit the mark, silencing Samantha.

Being chased by such weak, inferior creatures like goblins was a huge disgrace in Samantha’s eyes.

"Only through countless trials can one forge an unbreakable scale armor."

"Samantha, if you do not have the resolve to face trouble, even torture, then don’t keep dreaming of ruling the world from the top of all beings, because it’s destined to never come true."

Garoth finished with the most effective provocation for Red Dragons.

Sure enough, upon hearing Garoth’s words, the hesitation and worries on Samantha’s face vanished, replaced by determination and ambition.

"Garoth, my dear brother."

"I will make you know that I, Samantha, have my own resolve!"

She spoke firmly, each word heavy and resolute: "I will start studying alchemy right now!"

After saying this, Samantha leaned against a towering iron fir tree and settled down in the shadows.

She closed her eyes slightly but did not sleep. Instead, she began concentrating, deeply digging into the alchemy knowledge within the Dragon Legacy, spontaneously starting to learn.

It was a dull and uninteresting process.

Few dragons would, during their hatchling stage, explore and learn the knowledge in the Dragon Legacy by themselves.

In fact, with the Dragon Legacy as a treasure trove, even the weakest among dragons—the White Dragons—if they could abandon pride and laziness and focus diligently on learning various magical knowledge within, they could still achieve something.

If Samantha could persevere,

Although she still couldn’t compare to Garoth, her growth speed surpassing ordinary Red Dragons was a sure thing.

Meanwhile,

Garoth placed the alchemical engine into a rock depression, preparing to start his daily training. Just as he lifted his claw, he noticed some black sticky liquid clinging to his dragon claw.

"What is this?"

At first, he didn’t know what it was.

But in the instant of curiosity, the Dragon Legacy was naturally triggered, and relevant information surfaced in his mind.

It must be said that although the Dragon Legacy passed down dragons’ arrogance and pride as bad traits generation after generation, its existence was also one of the reasons dragons remain top-tier creatures.

The inheritance content was vast and boundless, like a library accumulating knowledge for thousands of years.

Whenever needed, it always responded promptly.

"This is black oil flowing from the alchemical engine."

Garoth sniffed lightly and detected a pungent smell, somewhat like the motor oil in his memory but mixed with a strong spicy scent.

"Black oil is a kind of basic energy formed by monster bodies after long years of sedimentation, richly stored on planet Bernardo. Hmm, it’s somewhat like an upgraded version of petroleum."

Garoth pondered.

"It should contain quite a lot of energy."

"The legacy says it’s not food, but it feels very attractive."

After a moment’s thought,

Garoth raised the claw stained with black oil to his mouth and lightly licked it with his tongue.

It was like licking mustard.

The spicy sensation rushed straight into his nasal cavity.

When Garoth swallowed, he felt a small flame ignite in his stomach. His entire dragon immediately became alert, lifting his head and opening his mouth uncontrollably, releasing a pillar of fire.

"Strong, so strong!"

Staring at the black oil on his claw, Garoth’s face showed surprise and delight.

The energy contained in this stuff was comparable to the high-level monster flesh and blood he had eaten before.

His adaptive evolution was not created from nothing; it required a lot of energy replenishment in the process.

Garoth still remembered his first adaptive evolution.

Because he did not replenish enough energy, although he evolved, relying solely on his own body energy, the whole dragon was so thin for months afterward it looked like skin and bones, as if drained dry by a succubus.

Later, he ate like a starving ghost, gradually recovering.

Originally, Garoth had been worried for the future.

When he became stronger and evolution required massive energy, relying only on hunting fierce beasts and monsters, he didn’t know how much he would have to eat at once to accumulate enough, and the process would be very troublesome.

This unexpected discovery let him know he had found the best energy source.