I am a wicked dragon, and you want me to fall into goodness?

Green ultimately did not make a move.

Green clenched his claws tightly in humiliation, the sharp tips of his fingers digging deep into the rocks at the bottom of the spring, but he did not take a single step forward.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to suppress her surging anger, a hint of restraint flashing in her golden pupils.

If a fight breaks out, she will be the one who gets hurt, and the time she would have to spend growing stronger will be used to heal her wounds.

This is something Little Golden Dragon cannot accept.

On the contrary, she would actively avoid fighting with Puse, shirking her responsibilities and enduring humiliation.

Green knows best the consequences of his injury.

In each cycle of reincarnation, she used her physical advantage to inflict severe injuries on Puse repeatedly during her childhood.

In this way, Puse is unable to move and therefore cannot train his physique. At most, he can study magic while he is asleep.

Magic is powerful, but a true dragon is a creature with very high magic resistance.

These methods might work against other races, but against dragons, the physical difference meant that Puse could only get beaten up.

Green lay down on the spring, closed his eyes, and chose to ignore it.

Without Green's provocation, Puse also enjoyed a relaxing soak in the hot spring.

After thoroughly experiencing the effect of the magic seeping into the skin beneath the scales through the gaps, increasing the hardness of the scales, he comfortably rolled over.

Damn, I never discovered this great place before. Green always tries to hoard things.

A month passed quietly in the daily practice and nourishment of the sulfur spring.

morning.

A blue dragon shadow streaked across the sky, moving several times faster than it had a month ago.

Puse hovered high in the sky, looking down at the continuous mountains and forests below. Its body, which was already over six meters tall, had grown even larger, now nearly seven meters.

The air currents generated by the flapping of its wings stirred up fallen leaves all over the ground, the dragon scales became thicker and tougher, and the aura surrounding its body became more and more solid.

That is the result of the continuous nourishment of "life affinity" combined with high-intensity training.

The increase in size gave the arrogance in the dragon's eyes a more genuine sense of confidence.

During this month, he never slacked off, starting to sharpen the dragon claws every day before dawn.

From initially only being able to break boulders as tall as a person, to now being able to tear apart rock walls several meters wide with a single claw, the control of power has become increasingly skillful.

In his spare time, he would soak in the sulfur spring, using the magic of the spring water to forge dragon scales.

Its hardness far exceeds that of young dragons of the same age, and ordinary attacks cannot leave any marks.

The magic mirror reported Green's training progress daily, and the little golden dragon was indeed secretly training.

But Puse didn't care anymore.

His growth rate is much faster than Green's, and the size difference between the two has not only not widened, but has been quietly narrowing.

As for their strength, needless to say, Green is no match for Puse at all.

During this month, Puse found a new practice partner—a goblin.

If striking rocks is testing the strength of a dragon's claws, then attacking goblins that can escape is practicing the accuracy of a dive.

Poseidon had not forgotten that he wanted to acquire a nest.

After Alistair ascended to Legendary status and left this universe, Puse wanted to break away from Kavismas's lair.

Poseidon set his sights on this goblin lair.

However, for these weak creatures, being targeted by a dragon is a very unfortunate thing.

Puse folded its wings and swooped down like a streak of azure lightning, landing instantly in front of the rocky slope where the goblin's lair was located.

He was waiting.

After a long while, several hunched figures slowly moved in the shadows of the cave.

The old goblin at the front held a rusty dagger, his cloudy eyes warily scanning a flat area outside the cave entrance.

Its fur had long since turned gray.

Its back was bent so low it almost touched the ground, and it took each step carefully, its paws rustling softly on the gravel.

He seemed to be searching for something, and he walked shakily to a high, protruding rock in the forest.

Two hundred meters away, Puse smiled slightly, spread his dragon wings, flapped them, and flew into the sky, disappearing above the clouds.

"A decoy? Interesting."

The old goblin hopped around for a while, and seeing that there was still no movement, its tense nerves relaxed a little, and it called to its companions that they could come out.

A series of chaotic footsteps immediately echoed from inside the cave, followed by a dense swarm of goblins pouring out of the cave entrance.

There were young warriors wielding weapons, goblin throwers carrying stone spears, and weaker ones simply holding a small stone.

This is a hunting unit.

Above the clouds, Puse's dragon eyes were fixed on the dense swarm of goblins below, its wings slightly folded, pushing itself to its maximum speed.

The goblins had just poured out of the cave, brandishing their weapons and shoving each other, oblivious to the deadly threat lurking in the clouds above.

"Long time no see, my future servants!"

With a low groan, Pu Se suddenly spread its wings, and the instant the dragon wings flapped, a gust of wind swept down from the clouds.

The goblins were thrown into chaos, their shrill screams rising and falling.

The dragon claws, with a sharp whistling sound, precisely grabbed the goblin squad at the forefront, who were wielding short swords.

"Pfft—"

The goblin's hard bones were no match for the dragon's claws. Several hunched figures were instantly torn apart by the sharp claws, and blood splattered several feet high.

The remaining goblins were terrified and fled towards the cave.

In their panic, the javelin throwers hurled their stone spears into the air, but the crude spears were blown away by the air currents created by Puse's flapping wings as soon as they reached mid-air, crashing to the ground and shattering into pieces.

"Gah gah gah, I smell fear!" the magic mirror cried out excitedly.

"Wow! Great master, that claw strike was absolutely perfect! The power and precision were just right."

"Those lowly goblins didn't even have a chance to react; they could only flee in terror. That's the power of the dragon!"

Puse did not pursue.

What he wanted was to practice this hit-and-run attack method, to put psychological pressure on the goblin tribe, not to kill them all.

Slaughtering all these goblins might feel great, but it would immediately ruin the plan for the backup nest.

Puse wanted to gain followers and servants.

There are no mineral veins here, so let them go out hunting every day and provide them with meat.

Or you could simply relocate these goblins to the caves where the kobolds used to live and have them mine.

In short, between carnivorous and mineral-rich environments, Puse's future nests must possess one function, ideally combining both.

Then Puse wouldn't need to hunt; he could just focus on increasing his strength, studying magic in his dreams, and spending his childhood lying down.

As for the coast that Puse wanted to go to... that was originally just an option.

He had no idea that it would take days to fly to the end of the river, nor did he have any experience living on the coast.

All I know is that its comfort level is second only to the desert in terms of heritage.

Instead of pursuing such unrealistic ideas, Puse should be more realistic and focus on increasing strength during the young dragon stage.