Defeating the World with the Power of One Dragon!

Chapter 265: What's Wrong with Me, the Convergence Lands King, Enjoying Some Luxury?

Scorchsteel Fortress fourth level, the Lord of Molten Iron's chambers.

At the center of the room, Garoth's 'bed' stood out prominently.

It was absolutely not a traditional rectangular sleeping platform, but rather a dazzling small mountain primarily composed of piles of gold coins, colorful gemstones, and various precious metals shimmering with metallic luster.

The radiance it emitted was so dazzlingly brilliant it could instantly dazzle ordinary beings.

Admittedly, the convergence lands as a whole were barren, yet no matter how barren, it remained an immensely vast territory.

When all the precious resources of the entire domain converged toward Scorchsteel Fortress, ultimately concentrating here, the accumulated wealth scale became quite impressive, enough to inspire awe.

Garoth moved his claws, stepping steadily upon those glittering little objects, producing crisp clinking sounds, finally finding a comfortable position on the treasure-piled 'bed' as he slowly coiled his body down.

His powerful draconic tail naturally curled beside him, his entire posture relaxing with a certain lazy comfort reminiscent of large felines.

"Comfortable."

Garoth felt the unique sensation of his hard scales rubbing against cold metal and smooth gemstones, unconsciously narrowing his dragon pupils slightly as he emitted a satisfied low sigh.Such treasure piles were clearly unsuitable for ordinary creatures to rest upon.

Those hard metals and gemstones would cause unbearable pain to soft skin and fragile bones.

But for dragons born with thick hard scales, this contact was just perfect—the subtle stimulating sensation from scales rubbing against treasures instead brought an indescribable comfort. In Garoth's view, nothing could be more perfect than this bed.

The only slight regret was that the number of magic gems containing magical power remained too scarce.

The convergence lands' underground truly lacked any large-scale gemstone veins.

Currently, these magic gems were almost entirely plundered from the accumulated collections of the four major tribes that previously ruled this territory, their quantity ultimately limited.

Garoth used his flexible, powerful tail tip to curl up several magic-containing gemstones, lifting them before his eyes.

The red iron dragon opened his just-closed eyes, gaze lingering on those several gemstones emitting tempting luster for a few seconds, then as if resolving himself, closed his eyes, hardened his heart, and decisively swallowed four magic gems in quick succession.

Once these magic gems entered his powerful stomach, they immediately began emitting gentle yet sustained energy fluctuations.

This energy felt completely different from black oil's blazing violent sensation, instead resembling a warm stream nourishing heart and spleen, continuously born from deep within, gently nourishing his massive draconic body from inside out.

Then.

Garoth took a deep breath, mustering strength, then slowly delivered the fifth magic gem into his mouth, swallowing it with difficulty. However, when he tried to continue relentlessly and swallow the sixth gem in one go, he found he couldn't open his mouth no matter what.

An instinctive, extremely intense resistance instantly swept through his entire being, as if every thought and every muscle cried out in unison, preventing him from continuing this beyond-limits consumption.

Garoth helplessly exhaled a puff of hot air, gently setting down the remaining gemstones.

"Being able to consume five at once is already quite significant progress, very noticeable."

After properly placing the gemstones, Garoth lowered his head, burying his massive draconic head into that pile of precious metals, opening his great maw to swallow large quantities of metallic-luster ore, chewing forcefully in his mouth before swallowing.

These precious metals wouldn't immediately transform into surging energy, but they could slowly settle and fuse deep within his bones, accumulating over time to make his claws and fangs increasingly sharper and his scales more impenetrable.

These precious metals wouldn't immediately transform into surging energy, but they could slowly settle and fuse deep within his bones, accumulating over time to make his claws and fangs increasingly sharper and his scales even more indestructible.

Their physical body strength would inevitably far surpass their peers who could only gnaw on dirt or ordinary meat.

It could greatly stimulate bodily activity within short periods, significantly enhancing mental excitement, muscle pump sensation, and overall endurance... thereby effectively improving training and combat efficiency.

They equivalent to "growth hormones" without any adverse side effects, directly acting on life energy and physical growth fundamental levels, able to directly and significantly increase dragon growth speed.

But they were also more precious, difficult to obtain in large quantities stably.

Even with his current privilege of enjoying integrated resources from the entire convergence lands, as his own strength continuously grew and demand for various rare resources rapidly expanded, if territorial expansion couldn't continue, then the wealth and resources accumulated around Scorchsteel Fortress would inevitably gradually become insufficient, ultimately falling into supply-demand imbalance predicament.

Garoth used his tail to deftly curl up an exquisitely crafted alchemical tool resembling a bell, gently shaking it, immediately causing clear, pleasant ringing to reverberate through the spacious chambers.

Soon, several nearby low doors designed specifically for servants slid open silently.

They humbly knelt and prostrated, surrounding the mountainous red iron dragon, carefully placing their delicate soft palms against his iron-hard scales, beginning gentle yet skillful stroking.

Simultaneously.

They diligently mobilized their own magical energy, making it like warm spring rain slowly permeating through the red iron dragon's thick heavy scales, soaking into his every over-exercised fatigued tense muscle fiber, performing deep conditioning and soothing, helping the red iron dragon recover faster from exhaustion.

"From former days as a wanderer uncertain of daily survival to now reigning over a territory as the renowned convergence lands king..."

Garoth relaxed in this comfortable professional massage service, a trace of emotion welling up deep inside: "Occasionally enjoying the abundant fruits of victory is quite justifiable."

Two weeks later.

Dragon Valley, a compacted open area.

White Dragon Trixie meticulously fulfilled her duties as nurturer, bringing her wilderness hunting results to the 'starving' hungry little dragons.

A powerful fierce beast corpse with life level above ten.

"Frail little brats, open your bellies, eat heartily!"

She heavily tossed the massive elephant-like fierce beast corpse before the little dragons, proclaiming with authoritative posture.

Before her words faded, young red dragon Kahir became the first unable to restrain herself, eagerly beating her wings, impatiently charging toward the tempting food.

A swift white shadow like a whip suddenly lashed out, striking Kahir hard and sending her flying back over ten meters.

Kahir instinctively bared fangs, furious roar rising from her throat depths.

But remembering previous painful beating experiences, her body seemingly aching faintly again, she forcibly suppressed that almost bursting forth fury, could only stare fixedly at White Dragon Trixie with furious eyes.

"Telling you to eat, and you really just bury your head and start eating?"

The little dragons looked at each other.

After brief silence, ultimately unable to resist intense hunger in their bellies, they lowered heads one after another, unevenly squeezing out words: "Tha... thank you..."

White Dragon then showed somewhat satisfied expression.

Immediately after, she restrained her smile, expression instantly becoming extremely serious.

She suddenly spread those massive dragon wings, her enormous body's shadow almost completely enveloping the little dragons before her.

Undoubtedly, red dragon Kahir was the first to initiate assault.

The young red dragon's wings rolled up scorching heat waves, draconic maw wide open, a blazing cone of fire surging forth, directly assaulting white dragon.

Trixie however didn't dodge or evade, violently beating dragon wings to stir up fierce air currents, actually forcefully deflecting the jet-sprayed flames, sweeping them directly toward black dragon Seraphina who was attempting sneak attack from shadows.

Black dragon was greatly shocked, scrambling to roll sideways.

"Too slow!"

Right during red dragon's breath interval, white dragon's figure leaped forth like phantom, massive dragon claws fast as lightning, fiercely striking Kahir, again knocking her back dozens of meters.

She darted from shadows again, sharp claw tips precisely aiming at white dragon's relatively soft wing membrane connections.

Yet Trixie seemed to have eyes behind her back, suddenly folding wings, enormous body rolling with momentum, using hard thick back armor to forcefully push away nearby black dragon.

Simultaneously, her hind claws accurately kicked backward as if having eyes, squarely hitting green dragon Ludwig who was attempting to secretly nibble her tail tip.

In distance, blue dragon Heriam was accumulating powerful lightning breath, but deceived by white dragon's realistic feint, prematurely releasing it in haste.

That dazzling lightning only struck the blurry afterimage she left behind.

The battle continued intensely. The four little dragons' coordination could be described as full of holes—Kahir solely relied on brute force assault, Seraphina always sought opportunistic sneak attacks, Ludwig appeared overly cautious and timid.

But hindered by significant strength disparity plus lack of effective coordination among teammates, they could hardly play a crucial role.

White dragon suddenly emitted low roar, fiercely diving downward.

Her left claw pressed down on Kahir's head like mountain, forcefully smashing her entire dragon head into ground; right claw simultaneously swung out, slapping away green dragon Ludwig attempting support; meanwhile, bone-spike covered dragon tail swept like steel whip across black dragon Seraphina's vulnerable area behind knees, making her cry out and kneel to the ground; while blue dragon Heriam who just gathered second lightning wave got frozen in place by her instant-cast ice spell, unable to move.

White Dragon Trixie thought with immense pride, her courageous peerless body moving effortlessly among battered little dragon group.

Trixie elegantly groomed several dragon scales charred by flames, then slightly turned head to carefully examine her back—there remained several lightning-burn-like charred cracks and some claw marks, these were results Kahir and Heriam left with all their might.

Black dragon Seraphina and green dragon Ludwig's attacks only left several insignificant scratches on her hard scales.

"Hmm, somewhat interesting little sparks."

She gently prodded the wounds on her back with claw, tone carrying slight praise, then announced: "Heriam and Kahir, you two may eat first. Seraphina and Ludwig, you queue later."

Immediately.

The little dragons gasped heavily, as if wanting to transform all suffered humiliation into appetite.

Kahir was especially fierce, seemingly treating that giant fierce beast corpse as hateful white dragon embodiment, viciously tearing and swallowing the most tender succulent tenderloin meat.