Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

Consciousness gradually became clear in the darkness, and the body gradually gained strength inside the eggshell.

The dragon's legacy flowing through his bloodline has already revealed his name in this world, and the vast world awaits the greatest red dragon to conquer!

"Snap!"

The eggshell shattered, and the newborn dragon issued a resounding declaration to the world that awaited its conquest!

"My true name is Heros Calupel!"

Heros revealed his true name in this world.

Blue Star is a thing of the past. Now, the blood flowing in his veins is that of the most brutal, powerful, and invincible red dragon.

So let the world burn!

Wait, what's with this golden head that's the size of a small mountain in front of me?

Am I not a red dragon?

Heros was shocked. Being raised by a single mother and enslaved is a normal start, while being stranded in the wild eating dirt and suffering is a difficult start.

What's the point of getting your face slammed by your nemesis, the Golden Dragon, at the start?

Am I just unlucky?

Judging by its size, this golden dragon is already a young dragon... No wonder it suddenly had the idea to refine the five-colored dragon egg; this is the most immature age for dragons...

No, no, no, none of that matters. The most important thing now is to figure out what this golden dragon is after, so that we can have a chance to survive!

As Heros waited in trepidation, the golden dragon finally uttered a single sentence.

"Descendant of the Red Dragon, I am the Golden Dragon Seraria. The evil in your blood has been washed away. You shall submit to me and dedicate the rest of your life to the path of justice. Now, prove your transformation!"

Wash away evil?

Submit to the Golden Dragon?

Dedication to justice?

Driven by his survival instinct, Heros's little brain worked at lightning speed, and he immediately guessed the general purpose of the golden dragon.

This golden dragon is a bit of a nutcase; it likes to refine five-colored dragons, and unfortunately, it became the test subject for this refinement.

But how do you prove the change?

So, under the scrutinizing gaze of the golden dragon, Heros thought for a moment and gave the dragon the most straightforward, direct, and honest answer:

"mom!"

"Mother!"

Jinlong was taken aback, as if this answer was beyond her expectations.

The next moment, as if influenced by its master's emotional fluctuations, those pure golden vertical pupils suddenly lit up.

To be precise, it lit up literally. Heros felt a sharp pain in his eyes and immediately closed them.

Despite this, he was still in so much pain that tears streamed down his face.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful magical force enveloped him, and he felt as if he were floating in water, slowly rising up.

Under the influence of this magic, his body was stripped away and his soul was penetrated, as if his entire existence had been completely exposed!

However, this feeling lasted only a moment. Suddenly, Heros felt his body become heavy and fell back into the broken eggshell fragments, and his own existence was completely returned to him.

"Hmph..."

As soon as Heros regained consciousness, he heard a short groan, as if he was enduring something.

"Hmph hmph hmph hahahahahahahahahahahaha—!"

What followed was deafening laughter, and the magic in the air seemed to be infected by the owner of the laughter, and they all began to throb wildly.

Even the meager magical power within Heros seemed about to completely spiral out of control and burst forth from his body because of this laughter!

Amidst the intense fluctuations in magical energy, Heros couldn't help but doubt the authenticity of the Dragon's Legacy.

It's true that the Golden Dragon is the Red Dragon's nemesis, but in no inherited memory has the young Golden Dragon's magic power ever been shown to be this strong!

Sure enough, 80% of the inherited memories are self-aggrandizing, and their authenticity is questionable.

Fortunately, the laughter didn't last long. Seraria excitedly muttered to herself:

"The soul is good! It was not affected by the evil blood! My purification ritual has finally succeeded!"

When Heros regained his sight and opened his eyes again, the golden dragon before him had vanished.

Instead, there was a tall girl with long black hair, wheat-colored skin, and a golden laurel wreath on her head.

She was wearing only a simple white dress, standing barefoot, and her wheat-colored skin made her look very sunny and healthy.

Seraria approached the marble platform where the dragon egg was placed and hugged the nearly 1.5-meter-long Heros directly into her arms, seemingly wanting to feel her first successful case up close with her cheeks and chest.

But the strength in those slender arms was undiminished, squeezing Heros so tightly he could barely breathe.

"That's great, Heros. When purifying you, I boldly used the chaotic power from outside the world, and I also poured in my own blood essence to neutralize it. When I first saw the look in your eyes, I thought I had failed."

After a long while, she seemed to remember something and quickly put Heros back on the stone platform.

"I haven't taken care of baby dragons in so long that I've forgotten they need to be fed right after they're born. I'm sorry."

Heros thought to himself, "I was so focused on survival that I forgot about this."

It seems the first hurdle has been overcome.

As a transmigrator from Earth, Heros did not view such submission as a humiliation like ordinary red dragons, and he did not need any self-justification.

For example, a good male dragon doesn't fight with a female dragon, a great male dragon can bend and stretch, and a wise man knows when to yield.

I hadn't thought of these words.

Heros grimaced as he moved the spot where Seraria had been holding him in pain. He turned around, his mouth drooling profusely, and a feeling of hunger that had been suppressed for half a day surged up in his stomach.

The Dragon's Legacy told him that the young dragon's first meal was the eggshell that nurtured him.

The eggshell contains ample nutrients that promote the rapid development of the chick's skeleton, allowing it to enter its first deep sleep.

So he turned around and naturally went to the eggshell to begin his feast.

Seraria lay on the edge of the stone platform, resting her chin on her hand as she watched Heros eat, a faint smile on her face, as if she were appreciating some long-lost beautiful sight.

Suddenly, a figure entered the cave, breaking the harmonious scene.

Heros slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at the newcomer, who was a humanoid creature three meters tall, covered in golden scales, wearing a red robe, and holding a huge staff that matched his height.

Dragon descendants, or simply dragon people.

They are people who obtain the true blood of dragons to transform their physical form, thereby breaking free from the constraints of their original race and gaining the power of dragons.

The Dragon's Legacy records that many mortal families inherit the power of dragon blood.

Most of them are ancestors who yearn for the power of dragons and will pay a considerable price to sign a contract with the dragon in order to allow their descendants to inherit the dragon vein.

Some were simply victims of dragons...

Judging from appearances, this big guy is a servant of the golden dragon.

The dragonman approached Seraria and was somewhat surprised to see Heros, after which obvious disgust appeared in his eyes.

He knelt and said, "Master, the lord from White River Valley has sent an envoy. Recently, some demonic beasts have appeared near the territory, and many civilians have been killed. He begs the noble Golden Dragon Lord to protect mortals and drive away the evil demonic beasts."

"Okay, I'll go check it out right away."

Seraria was clearly in a very good mood, and even her steps were lighter.

"Macalos, remember to ask that envoy for more gold coins!"

"yes!"

Macalos nodded, then turned to look at Heros without any hesitation.

"Master, should I dispose of this experimental subject the same way I did before?"

Get rid of it?

Upon hearing this, Heros, who had just finished gnawing on the eggshell, immediately raised his head and looked nervously at Seraria.

"No, Macalos, my left hand."

Seraria smiled.

"Heroes is not some kind of experimental subject."

"He is my achievement, my expectation..."

She patted Macalos on the shoulder, the heavy force making the strong dragonman tremble.

Of course, what terrified him even more was the last half-sentence from his master.

"He is...my son."

……

Seraria left with Macaros, leaving only Heros, a fledgling dragon, in the magnificent palace.

He let out a long sigh of relief and lay down on the stone platform.

Since purification failed, she had to get rid of them! Who knows how many of her fellow five-colored dragons she's already killed?

A sense of shared sorrow, like that of a rabbit mourning the death of a fox, arose in Heros's heart.

Of course, this sadness is limited to the instinct of "empathy" in the soul of the blue planet, which is roughly similar to a kind of mental inertia.

In fact, the little red dragon was not sad at all.

After all, it's normal for the five-colored dragons to fight and kill each other when they meet, even if they are of the same kind. They will never show mercy if they have to kill each other, otherwise they would be unworthy of the reputation of evil dragons.

At present, Heros's biggest concern is whether he should escape or stay.

He quickly abandoned the idea of ​​fleeing.

It is impossible for a fledgling dragon to escape the pursuit of a young golden dragon.

Moreover, the golden dragon's magic was terrifyingly strong, making Heros wonder if she was an alien dragon.

Since she acknowledges her "kind soul," it's not bad to settle her here for the time being.

Judging from her willingness to shelter ordinary people within her territory, her moral standards are quite good.

In that sense, she might be more competent than most of the dragon mothers of the five chromatic dragons.

Thinking this, Heros's eyelids began to droop uncontrollably, and a wave of weariness washed over him.

He did not resist the weariness, which is common in the young dragon stage. After eating, the young dragon's body will develop rapidly during sleep.

Heros hugged his tail and curled up on the marble table, falling into a deep sleep.

However, he had just fallen asleep when he found himself in a strange place.

Before me stood a magnificent palace.