The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

However, as time went on until his father came home, the little guy was so eager to see him that his whole face was pressed against the window, his cheeks flattened, making him look like a very flat little guy.

Seeing this, Morin tried to pull the baby off, and even made a "pop" sound.

Looking at the wisp of fog that had formed a clear outline on their bulletproof glass, Morin said helplessly to the young prince:

"Your Highness, may we play around the starship for a while?"

To prevent the cubs from turning into motionless, unfeeding statues, Morin had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure.

This place was completely different from the palace; there was only an endless wilderness, and not far from them was an extremely deep fissure in the earth, which almost tore the entire planet apart.

Even in such an environment, the little guy found it all very novel, and he would squat down to pick up pebbles from the ground after taking a few steps.

Maureen was still afraid he would put anything in his mouth, so she could only follow him closely.

After picking up stones for a while, the little guy suddenly walked up to him and handed him what he was holding.

Morin looked down and asked, "What is this?"

However, when he saw it clearly, he fell silent.

The little guy can even find stones that look like a little cat's head.

That's amazing.

Morin glanced at the little guy again; the cub had already raised its head, giving him a proud little expression.

"Okay, now you can praise me."

Morin: ...

Morin is not good with words, but he is a man of action.

But he really didn't know how to praise a child.

At that very moment, a dragon's roar suddenly came from not far away.

Morin's expression changed, and he immediately carried the cub back to the warship.

"Activate the emergency response plan!"

The cub was unaware of what was happening; he stared blankly at the adults hurrying around the room.

A minute later, everyone withdrew from the warship and cut off all power, leaving only a dark, gaping hole, like an ambush to capture something.

With a whoosh, a gust of wind blew by.

When they closed their eyes and opened them again, they saw a dragon's eye as big as a human's, right next to them, very close.

This terrifying sense of immense size and inhumanity is enough to instill fear in anyone.

The dragon's eyes were merely slits, showing no aggression, as it was searching for something.

Until he spotted a tiny figure.

The dragon went over and took the tiny cub in its mouth.

Then it flew away.

Morin: !!!

Lilith and Cyrus, who returned later, also seemed to almost lose control and were unable to revert to human form:

"We were attacked by the enemy. It should be people sent by the Alliance. They injected us with KM-99, a mania drug that greatly increases the concentration in our blood, unlocks our genes and makes us stronger. But when we become stronger, our bodies will collapse first. Even if we survive, we will become madmen."

"We injected fewer shots; the main ones were on Winston, who was chasing the enemy and was hit at least four or five times."

This is already a lethal dose.

But Winston seemed to have retained a last shred of reason.

He came back specifically for the cubs.

"However..." Cyrus said coldly, "He wouldn't be using the little guy as a supplement, would he?"

Maureen instinctively wanted to retort, but then thought that Winston in that state might...

Lilith and Cyrus exchanged a glance.

Lilith then sent a message in their family group chat:

"Let's team up to fight Aiden. Type 1 if you're interested."

……

The cub crawled into its father's mouth when it was a baby.

He felt absolutely no sense of crisis.

The little guy could only hear the wind howling in his ears, and he reached out with one hand, trying to catch the wind.

The cub was always envious, wishing he could be a little dragon like his father.

That way he can fly all over the world with his father.

But now, he is just a tiny little cub, being held in his father's mouth like a small ball.

When the dragon stopped, the little guy slowly rolled out of its mouth.

He couldn't see, so he could only grope his way around and discovered that this place seemed to be an empty cave, which was also the nest that Long Xin had chosen.

"Dad? Have we moved?"

The dragon didn't speak, but gently nudged the cub with its head, pushing the little guy into the cave.

They enclosed and protected him with huge stones.

Then the dragon flew away again.

I brought some meat for the little guy when I got back.

But the strong smell of blood made the cub almost cry:

"dad……"

There are no savages here to roast meat for the cubs.

The dragon seemed not to understand why the cubs weren't eating.

He thought it was his cub that couldn't eat, so he demonstrated by swallowing a piece of meat directly.

The cubs remained motionless.

The dragon rubbed its snout against the little guy's face, making sure the little round thing didn't open its mouth. Like a fledgling chick crying for food, the dragon had no choice but to give up.

His round, chubby body can't even eat properly anymore. Won't he starve to death?

The dragon is now only thinking about its animal instincts.

Includes raising cubs.

So dragons are considered wild dragons. If the cubs don't eat the food they hunt, they have no choice but to turn around and fly away again to find new food sources for the little ones.

As the overlord, the dragon could hunt with ease, but he still made repeated trips, trying to collect all the soft things he saw along the way.

Grass, feathers, petals, even fresh fur from various wild animals, and many berries.

Dragons are also creatures that build nests.

According to legend, if a rare dragon egg is born, the dragon will work hard to build a nest to provide the egg with a safe and easy-to-hatch environment.

Although the dragon didn't understand why the round, chubby creature with the same aura as him wasn't a little dragon, it was indeed his child.

They were still incredibly fragile children.

So the dragon could only work hard to build its nest, gradually piling up the nest into a small mountain.

The once empty cave was now filled with all sorts of soft, warm things, and the little guy was almost drowned in berries.

Although they couldn't fill their stomachs, the little one was still very well-behaved and didn't make a fuss.

When the dragon returns from hunting, it will lie down next to the cub to observe it. Although it is a bit difficult for the dragon to see the cub from its perspective, it still silently protects the little cub.

He saw that when the little guy ate a sour fruit, his face would wrinkle up.

And when it eats a sweet fruit, it will laugh and stuff the rest into the dragon's mouth.

The dragon thought there were bad berries inside that would bite its young, so it simply shoved its head into the berries, giving them a good scare and telling them not to be so naive.

The little guy also inexplicably joined in, clucking and laughing. The echo reverberated in the cave, and for a moment the dragon's nest was filled with the clucking of the cubs, as if a hundred little ducks were hiding inside.

The dragon cannot close its ears, for they are its own creation, and it cannot complain about the noise.