Reincarnated as a blue dragon, he collided head-on with a wizarding civilization.

The branches of towering ancient trees intertwine overhead to form a dark green dome, cutting the midday sun into fragmented spots of light that fall upon the dark heart of this perpetually sunless forest.

A fully grown shadow leopard leaned against a banyan tree that would require ten people to encircle, its chest heaving violently, each breath accompanied by blood foam gushing from its lacerated wound.

Its fur, once a moonlit silver-gray, is now pierced by three deep, bone-revealing claw marks.

The skin was torn diagonally from the shoulder blade to the waist and abdomen, the flesh rolled up, and the edges were marked with charred burn marks, unique marks left by lightning magic.

It has been on the run for a long time.

Those two things have been chasing it since last night.

Not an ordinary predator, but a far more terrifying being, a hunter with ancient blood flowing through its veins.

The Shadow Leopard licked its wound, and its tongue not only tasted blood, but also a faint trace of sulfur, a unique scent of dragons that was deeply ingrained in its wound.

It shook its head, its silver-gray pupils scanning its surroundings warily.

Suddenly, the Shadow Panther's pupils contracted sharply.

The bushes thirty paces to the left were unusually quiet.

There were no chirping insects, no sound of wind rustling through the leaves, only a deathly silence and shadow.

And deep in the shadows, something is breathing.

The Shadow Panther's muscles suddenly tensed.

It caught a whiff of one of their scents; the pursuers from last night had arrived.

It must escape.

But just as its hind limbs were gathering strength—

A sudden change has occurred!

The soil beneath their feet suddenly exploded, and a gaping maw covered in three layers of serrated teeth burst forth from the ground, with the ferocity of a deep-sea beast pouncing on its prey, and bit down hard on the Shadow Leopard's belly!

What is that?!

The shadow leopard's pupils shrank to almost pinpoints.

It had seen snakes and lizards ambush from the mud, and earth dragons burrow from the ground, but it had never seen any creature emerge from the earth in such a manner, as if the earth were seawater and it were swimming in the deep sea.

However, just as the Shadow Panther was about to dodge the attack, a dark blue arc of electricity shot out from the bushes and struck its hind leg joint with pinpoint accuracy!

Stiff.

A mere instantaneous stiffness.

But for predators, that moment can mean life or death.

The gaping maw bit down hard on the shadow leopard's hind leg, its three layers of serrated teeth snapping together, the crisp sound of bones shattering echoing through the silent jungle.

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The Shadow Panther let out a mournful roar; the excruciating pain only fueled its dying ferocity.

It suddenly twisted its body, and its front paws slammed down on the attacker's head with a piercing shriek that tore through the air!

This blow was enough to shatter rocks.

But the attacker didn't retreat; instead, it advanced, taking the impact of the claw head and swinging its head so hard that it slammed the Shadow Panther into a tree trunk.

boom--

The giant tree trembled, and leaves fell like rain.

The Shadow Panther struggled to lift its head and finally saw the attacker's full appearance.

That was a dragon.

No, to be precise, it is a sub-dragon with dragon blood.

Its size is similar to that of the Shadow Leopard, but it presents a strange and ferocious beauty.

Its entire body is covered with silvery-white scales, which gleam with a cold, pearly light in the dark jungle.

Its head retained the outline of a white dragon, but its snout extended forward, growing into a gaping maw like that of a megalodon.

Three layers of serrated teeth extend from the upper and lower jaws, with the outermost teeth being about half a foot long and having barbs on the edges, suitable for tearing and even more suitable for never letting go once they have bitten their prey.

Its eyes were deep-set, and its pupils were vertical, characteristic of cold-blooded animals. At that moment, it was staring intently at the Shadow Leopard, its eyes devoid of any emotion, filled only with the purest hunting instinct.

But what's most bizarre is its movement.

It shook off the mud, its posture calm and composed, as if the sudden attack on the ground just now was just a normal underwater swim.

The soil that should have been attached to the scales slid off without leaving a trace.

"Shark White".

A voice came from the bushes, calm, even a little languid.

The fur on the back of the shadow leopard's neck suddenly stood on end.

It recognized the sound; this was the source of the blue lightning bolt from before.

The bushes were parted by two dragon claws covered in fine, dark blue scales, and a small blue dragon slowly emerged from the shadows.

Unlike the ferocious white dragon, this blue dragon possessed an almost chilling beauty.

Its size is similar to that of a white dragon, roughly equivalent to a human dragon in their youth.

Its long neck is slightly raised, and the deep blue scales reflect a metallic luster under the light spots, extending along its back to the tip of its tail, gradually turning into a light blue.

Around its eye sockets grew a ring of fine bone spurs, not the ferocious kind, but more like some kind of natural crown, making its vertical pupils look deep and calm.

It stood there, making no unnecessary movements, simply watching the battlefield.

But it was this stillness that almost stopped the Shadow Panther's heart.

It had experienced the ferocity of the white dragon; it was a kind of overwhelming, beast-like oppression.

But this blue dragon's aura was completely different.

It stood there, its body emanating a faint, yet abundant, magical energy, like a vast ocean, yet held back. Only occasionally would a few arcs of dark blue electricity pierce through the gaps in its scales, producing a soft crackling sound before dissipating into the air.

That is absolute control over one's own power.

"The seventh one."

The blue dragon spoke, its voice deep and hoarse, characteristic of a young dragon.

"Sludge Belcher, hunt complete."

As soon as he finished speaking, azure lightning snaked across the ground, leaving the blue dragon's location, climbing up the shadow panther's heart, and biting it hard.

As if struck by a powerful electric shock, the prey's pupils jerked inward and then gradually dilated.

The white dragon released its grip on the shadow panther's hind leg, excitedly shaking its head, scattering bits of flesh and blood from its serrated teeth onto the fallen leaves.

It strode forward, its sharp dragon claws cleanly cleaving open the Shadow Panther's chest cavity. After rummaging inside for a moment, it pulled out a fist-sized, dark-colored crystal core.

"Shadow attribute!"

Shark White grinned from ear to ear. The innate greed in its dragon bloodline made it instinctively clench the crystal core. A momentary struggle flashed in its vertical pupils, but it was quickly suppressed.

It turned around and handed the crystal core to the blue dragon.

Here, yours.

Motu took the crystal core and weighed it between his claws.

The dark crystal core glowed faintly in the gloomy jungle, with a misty, shadowy magic slowly flowing within it.

He could sense the violent energy contained within, a product of the Shadow Leopard's resentment before its death and its magic power in life mixed together. For ordinary rotten creatures, absorbing it rashly would be tantamount to taking poison.

But it is not an ordinary rotten seed.

Motu tossed the crystal core high into the air, tilted his head back, opened his mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp.

The moment the sharp dragon fangs crushed the crystal core, a torrent of dark magic exploded in its mouth like a flood bursting its banks!

Motu's pupils suddenly contracted.

The magic was cold, violent, and carried the ferocious aura of the Shadow Panther before its death. It surged wildly down his esophagus, trying to tear apart everything in its path.

But the moment the magic surged into his chest, his lightning bloodline suddenly boiled.

A pale blue arc of electricity shot out from the gaps in his scales, weaving into a fine electric net on his body, forcibly locking the dark magic that was trying to escape into his body.

He forcibly guided most of the magic power deep into the dragon's body, where it merged with the flesh and blood.

A small amount of uncontrolled magic spilled from the corner of his mouth, manifesting as wisps of black mist the moment they came into contact with the air. They lingered around his kiss, making him look like a giant beast that had swallowed embers.

Shark White watched with envy.

They are both of the same dragon bloodline, yet the difference is so obvious.

The monster cores that would normally take several days to slowly absorb were digested by Motu like ice cubes thrown into a furnace, disappearing in an instant.

He can forcibly devour even dark-element crystal cores with completely incompatible attributes.

"I really envy you for not being a picky eater," Shark White muttered.

Motu did not respond.

His consciousness was immersed in the surging sea of ​​magic within his body.

Dark magic surged through his body, naturally repelling his lightning bloodline.

He could feel the flesh at the point of impact tearing, healing, and tearing again. This pain was enough to make any Mudblood monster faint on the spot, but his breathing remained steady and his pupils remained clear.

Because he saw that the panel in his sea of ​​consciousness was changing.

Name: Motu

[Race]: Blue Dragon

[Monster Rank]: Mudblood (83% → 87%)

[Bloodline Concentration]: Frost Embryo (21.7%) (60% chance to unlock True Dragon Bloodline Inheritance)

[Awakened Ability Trait]: Ixtal (Choose a task and complete it to obtain the corresponding reward)

Current mission: Slay ten Mudblood monsters and absorb their magic cores (7/10)

Reward: Your current monster's rank will be promoted to Tier 1;

The progress jumped from 83% to 87%.

Three more are needed.

Motu slowly opened his eyes, and the eerie blue light in the dragon's vertical pupils gradually subsided.

He scanned his surroundings, and the magical traces that had previously appeared as blurry outlines in his eyes now became clearer.

He could see the pale blue mist surrounding Shark White, the black mist remaining on the Shadow Leopard's corpse slowly dissipating, and even faint magical fluctuations belonging to other magical beasts deep underground.

This is the boost he gets from absorbing crystal cores. With each absorption, his perception of magic becomes even more acute.

Motu's expression softened a bit. He was originally a corporate slave on Earth.

After graduating from university, I worked diligently in a factory, often working overtime, and occasionally played games in my dormitory when I came back.

Little did I know that the client had been pushing me too hard with their demands. One time, after working overtime, I got back to my dorm around 11 p.m. As usual, I opened my mobile game to play a round of Golden Spatula and unlocked the Ixtal bond. Before I could even start managing it, I suddenly passed out.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already here, his soul reborn into the body of a blue dragon.

Calling it a blue dragon is just a more respectable way of putting it.

Creatures like the predecessor, which hatched from dragon eggs but whose bloodline concentration was insufficient to activate the dragon bloodline inheritance, have actually been expelled from the dragon race.

There is a more fitting name for this.

Dragon Beast, or rather, Frost Embryo.

In the Dragon Code, the definition of "dragon" is never bloodline, but true name.

No matter whose egg you crawled out of, if you fail to utter your true name, you are a loser in the bloodline.

A lowly, enslavable species.

Due to its lowly origins, the original was not qualified to live in the dragon's nest or receive orthodox dragon education. Instead, after receiving a simple basic general education from a dragon instructor, it was banished to the No. 3 dragon breeding farm under the command of the Dragon Nest Mother, Ms. Olpes.

The Dark Forest.

However, the Dark Forest is not exactly safe.

Ms. Olpes releases a significant number of dragons or sub-dragons into the farm every year.

Some organisms are powerful yet remain ignorant, driven only by the survival instincts of wild beasts.

Living in the same area with these irrational giants for a long time is not a safe choice.

In reality, this so-called dragon breeding farm is essentially a resource cultivation site.

Occasionally, wizards from the Tower of Holy Blood will come here to collect resources after paying a certain amount of metal currency as an entrance fee to the Dragon Nest Mother.

By then, you'd better pray that you don't happen to become the kind of extraordinary resource they need.

Therefore, what Motu needs to do right now is to use the power of the cheat [Ixtal] to break through and advance to a first-tier magical beast as soon as possible, so that he can escape this so-called dragon breeding farm.

If you kill three more Mud-type monsters, absorb their corresponding magic core power, and complete the task you selected earlier, you can directly advance to a Tier 1 monster and gain the initial qualifications to leave this Dark Forest breeding farm.

Looking at the panel in his mind's eye, especially the words "Mud Species (7/10)", Motu's dragon-like pupils glowed with a deep blue light.

He had given so much in his past life without receiving anything in return, so he really liked this cheat system that allowed him to reap definite rewards simply by completing certain tasks.

"Motu?"

Seeing that the commotion caused by the devouring of the demon core was gradually subsiding, Shark White leaned closer and tentatively asked, "Did it work?"

"Three more are needed."

Motu withdrew his gaze and looked at his hunting partner.

"If I kill three more Mud Species and devour their crystal cores, I can break through to the first rank."

Shark White's vertical pupils suddenly lit up.

It has been wandering in this dark forest for six years.

As a sub-dragon born from the hybridization of a white dragon and a megalodon, it was also not qualified to enter the dragon's nest to receive formal education, and could only fend for itself in the No. 3 breeding farm under the command of the dragon's nest mother, Ms. Olpessie.

Over the past six years, it has seen too many of its kind. Some died in the mouths of more powerful predators, some were taken away as resources by wizards from the Tower of Holy Blood, and some gradually lost their minds and became dragon beasts driven only by instinct.

It doesn't want to be one of them.

However, most dragons are solitary and proud. Even if they want to hunt in pairs, they look down on a white dragon or a sub-dragon among the five-colored dragon species. Even though Shark White considers itself to be one of the smarter ones among its kind, no one listens to its explanation.

It wasn't until the Blue Dragon appeared and took the initiative to invite him to join a team that Shark White saw hope of escaping the Dark Forest.

It must be said that although Motu is not the strongest dragon species that Shark has ever seen, it is the most confident and most likely to lead it out of the world that it has seen in the past six years.

At least the other dragons it encountered didn't guarantee with absolute certainty that they could advance to the first rank, or even specify exactly how many magical beast cores of the same rank they needed to consume.

"Then let's continue."

Shark White grinned, its three layers of serrated edges gleaming coldly in the darkness.

"You promised me that once you advanced to the next level, you would help me hunt down a first-level water-type magical beast and obtain its crystal core to aid my advancement. What do you call that again?"

Oh, right! Those who advance first will help those who advance later!

Upon hearing this, Motu didn't say anything more, but simply turned and walked into the depths of the dense forest. His dark blue scales gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

"Let's go. We're still missing three."

Shark White followed in his footsteps, took a few steps and then turned back, used his dragon claws to pry open the Shadow Leopard's corpse, pulled out a relatively intact rib, and put it in his mouth, gnawing on it as he walked.

"Waste is shameful," it mumbled indistinctly.

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night.

Beside the river flowing through the dark forest, there is a hidden little cave.

This is the temporary dwelling built by Motu and Shabai. The entrance to the cave is hidden by dense vines and is almost impossible to see from the outside.

The dim moonlight filtered in through the gaps in the vines.

Even when it fell into a deep sleep, Shark White retained the instincts etched into its bloodline. Even when it was asleep, it would submerge most of its body in the cold river water, leaving only a trace of its breath floating on the surface.

The blue dragon sighed softly, pulling itself out of its nearly fruitless meditation. It glanced at the figure still sleeping peacefully in the water, then slowly walked to the cave entrance, looked up at the night sky, and revealed a rare hint of melancholy.

At this time, there were few clouds in the sky, and only two moons were visible, which were very eye-catching.

A bright, clear silver moon casts down its watery radiance.

A crimson moon, its light tinged with a blood-red halo, hung silently on the other side of the night sky. Its light fell on the deep blue scales, carrying a faint warmth, as if something in the distant depths of space was gazing upon this land.

Motu gazed at the red moon, remaining silent for a long time.

That was a god who was imprisoned.

In the year 427 of the Blood Witch Calendar, a wizard who came from across dimensions laid a shocking conspiracy, capturing the Blood God Freud and imprisoning him in outer space.

Since that year, a second moon has risen in the night sky over the continent of Valen.