MC's career as foreign lord

"Good! Overthrow this disordered order and re-establish the rules in your own world! That is the ideal of a hero!" The dragon seemed to agree very much after hearing the story.

He himself was born from endless hatred, otherwise, how could he have become a Dragon of Hatred?

All Dragons of Hatred probably don't have particularly good lives. If they did, they wouldn't be able to transform from a dragon into a being of hatred.

Before they appeared, hatred as a category didn't exist in this world. But after they appeared, even all the gods had to tremble because of hatred.

All hatred originates from certain grievances or grudges, and for Nocksil, it originated even more from the discrimination of certain evil dragons against him.

Zhou Ren told him a story about how a single spark can start a prairie fire, and this Dragon of Hatred told him a story about how kings, lords, generals, and ministers are not born with a silver spoon in their mouths.

He didn't care at all that he was talking to a human he had just met, just as the other party didn't seem to be wary of him just because he was a dragon.

"It was probably more than sixty thousand years ago?" Nocksil said, his eyes seeming to hold nostalgia. The clothes on his body began to sway in the wind. The two of them sat in front of the chairs, next to a table, drinking tea and listening to the story.

The story isn't actually very complicated. Back when dragons ruled the world, when the two Dragon Gods hadn't yet fallen out so irreconcilably, and when there was no so-called distinction between good and evil, the dragon race was probably at its best.

In that era, besides the lofty gods and those Primordial Races whose heads and tails were rarely seen, the most common were these gigantic, burly, yet incredibly powerful terrifying dragons.

This group of dragons and Titan giants divided the world together. As one of the few legendary creatures born into the world, they possessed terrifying combat power far exceeding that of ordinary creatures.

For those weak races, dragons and titans were like the stars in the sky, completely unattainable. Of course, the same was true for ordinary dragons. The difference between them and high-level dragons was almost despairing.

That era wasn't one where any dragon could have the opportunity to rise. Most dragons were just like ordinary people in that era, with nothing.

Perhaps the only thing similar between that era and this era was the dragons' abilities.

The power from the Nine-Faced Dragon God, Io, allowed them to innately possess the power of their own race. No one knows where this power comes from, and no one knows where it goes.

In short, most dragons only recognize dragons with inherited memories as their own kind. As for others, even if they have the body of a dragon, even if their parents are dragons, those without inherited memories can only be called Dragon Beasts.

Nocksil was a Dragon Beast. As a member of the Black Dragon clan, he was noticed from birth, and abandoned after it was discovered that he had no inherited memories.

As a scrawny black dragon, he didn't even have the chance to eat his own dragon egg. He was directly abandoned, but desperately survived by gnawing on mud.

Black dragons have a stomach that is difficult for all dragons to match. Their stomachs can digest everything, so theoretically, black dragons can survive even if they only eat mud. However, there is not much nutrition in the mud. In his childhood, apart from being bullied and sleeping, he spent most of his time eating mud.

All the dragons knew that there was an abandoned child of the Black Dragon clan here. He had nothing to eat and relied on eating mud every day. They didn't think this guy would amount to anything.

So, the weak black dragon became a plaything for all the dragons in their childhood. After all, he had no future and his body was weak enough. It was quite fun to use him as a ball to kick around.

Even his own siblings felt that he was a waste, and those people bullied him the most.

However, they were all young creatures. Even if they bullied him, they didn't have any thoughts of attacking or killing him. They were just living day by day.

Until a certain time, when the dragons had been weaned, started eating fresh flesh and blood, and using advanced food, when they looked at the black dragon who was still eating mud and rocks, and even occasionally eating a little sand, things had quietly changed.

They began to have a sense of honor and began to feel that such a creature should not remain in the world, destroying the honor of their dragon race.

They felt that such noble creatures as dragons should not eat mud. This was not a dragon and should be killed directly to avoid threatening the dignity of the dragon race.

After all, most Dragon Beasts either die quickly after being thrown out, or go out to live the lives of ordinary beasts without consciousness.

Only this one, even though he had his own consciousness, was weak enough without inherited memories, and did not die prematurely. He weakly and diligently lived, growing up in the scolding of many dragons.

Even though everyone was arranging things, and those little dragons even wished he would die, he still relied on his scarred body, swallowing mouthfuls of mud, and even various urine-soaked grit, to勉励 (勉励 can mean encourage oneself, but here it means to just barely manage) live.

"But I also had someone to help me, otherwise you might not see me as I am now," Nocksil smiled. It was really not easy for this cold-faced young man to be able to smile. "That was a little girl from the Silver Dragon clan!"

I should have met her a long time ago. At that time, I was covered in wounds and had just been beaten by a black dragon. My siblings don't remember very well, after all, they had already abandoned me.

That was the most difficult moment in my life. I didn't even have the strength to eat mud. I knew that as long as I ate the soil in front of me and swallowed it, I would be able to survive the next morning.

Even though the mud didn't taste good at all, I remember the dragons drove me to a black sandy land. The stones scraped my stomach, and it was very painful every time I ate them, but in order to survive, I had to eat those things.

All the other edible things around me had been wiped out by them. Some red dragons even used flames to scorch all the land around me. It would be impossible for plants to grow on that land for hundreds of years.

They seemed tired and went home, or maybe they went to sleep. I didn't see anyone for a long time, but at that time my injuries were too severe, and I was bleeding too much. I didn't even have the strength to swallow stones.

I was thinking of crawling to another area. There was a black swamp there, with the corpses of some animals. Those corpses were even harder to eat, but they provided more energy and were easier to digest.

Originally, I was a black dragon, and my physique should have been large enough, but at that age, I was barely two meters tall. The dragons of the same age were already four or five meters long. I was too weak and didn't even have a chance to escape.

“I was only about 100 meters away from that pool, but I really couldn't crawl anymore. My wings were directly cut off, and I couldn't fly either. Those were scars left to make sure I could only walk and not fly in the sky!”

At that time, I really only had a little bit of residual consciousness. I could only feel a little bit of warm liquid flowing into my mouth, and then I relied on those liquids to survive.

“According to Bana, I was actually quite lucky. At that time, she was carrying a large number of ground poultry that she had just hunted. She was about to be unable to fly, so she stopped to rest and saw me, weak. She thought I was a child accidentally abandoned by some black dragon clan, so she fed me a whole ground poultry's worth of milk!”

He had a gentle smile on his face, “I was taken back to another mountain by her. On that mountain, there were no chromatic dragons, but a group of very cute silver dragons!”

Unlike the chromatic dragon clan, who are inherently tyrannical, the silver dragon clan are naturally more kind. Although they are indeed very proud, even when I came, no one touched me. They just didn't play with me.

Bana was very beautiful. In that era of dragon competition, she was probably the kindest mother dragon I had ever seen. The silver dragons also didn't have any thoughts of hegemony. They just went hunting every day, grooming their fur, and making themselves beautiful, just to compete to see who could run faster in human form.

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They befriended a race called high elves, helped them build their camp in that forest, and told me that a group of chromatic dragons were looking for me, but they had been tricked away by them.

At that time, I knew I should leave. These silver dragons were very weak. It was already not easy for them to live in this place, and they still had to share some of their food with me.

Metallic dragons are not very popular with chromatic dragons. They are only able to survive there with difficulty because their clan is too large and they have no strong individuals. If the chromatic dragons found out that the silver dragons were sheltering me, those chromatic dragons who felt ashamed might tell their elders.

I don't think I'm a very kind dragon, but I at least know how to be grateful. I left a small gift for each of them, a small black scale.

I was too small at the time, and it hurt to pull off each scale, but I knew it was worth it. With Bana's help, I re-decorated my wings with metal pieces, giving me the ability to fly, and then I flew to an area without any dragons.

Although that era was the era of dragons and giants, not all areas had dragons and giants. On the contrary, the rarer creatures were more common in all areas, and ordinary creatures were more common.

They called themselves dwarves, a race that loved forging and mining. They dug a huge mine and gave it to me to live in, hoping that I could protect their growth.

There were dwarves among the people you brought just now, right? I probably encountered dwarves around that time. 60,000 years ago, the dwarves were just a small race with no knowledge, only knowing how to dig holes and make equipment for themselves.

Just like the high elves that the silver dragons helped, it's actually just a way for them to gild their faces. At that time, what races were low or high? Every race was a favorite food of dragons and giants.

At that time, I was probably twenty or thirty years old, and my body was about 10 meters long with the help of the silver dragons, which was considered a behemoth. So I helped them guard their territory for a period of time, and at that time, I was finally able to eat a lot of things every day.

The dwarves would give me what they hunted, and they would eat a special plant and also brew some juice to drink.

That period of time was not very pleasant, because the dwarves hunted very little, and I often couldn't get full on meat. But I didn't care. I would go to the mine to eat stones and swallow soil when it was late at night, and I would also find some interesting leaves to eat.

After a long time, the patriarch of that race found me and apologized, telling me that they were going to move, and because the distance of the move was very far, they had no way to provide me with food on the road.

I agreed with their statement. Although I knew it was because they could no longer afford the increasingly large me, their race had not been hunting and celebrating their festivals for a long time.

But I still agreed with their statement. These guys quickly disappeared in front of me. Later, I met a group of orcs.

At that time, I had learned to hunt myself and find creatures flying in the sky. These orcs seemed to admire my power very much and wanted to worship me, and explained that they would provide me with enough food.

They even found the custom of black dragons and found me a humid and dark swamp to live in, but I didn't like that place, so that night I slept in a cave next to the swamp.

As a result, when I woke up the next day, I saw the swamp full of dense weapons. That day I killed this orc tribe and also learned the phrase that you can't easily trust others.

Later, there was nothing interesting. I lived and hunted alone. I couldn't learn magic, so I didn't have much special power. I couldn't even beat an ordinary giant with a weapon.

I also didn't dare to fight those ordinary dragons, for fear that they would find out that I was not a dragon but just a dragon beast. At that time, Tiamat had already tightened the ban. Those dragon beasts were no longer being driven out, but would be directly slaughtered. They did not allow such humiliating creatures to live in the world.

I hid even deeper. I went down the mountain cave all the way, left the large ground forces that were searching, and came to a deep, dark area.

That was probably the most miserable moment in my life. During that time, I really didn't eat anything but stones in that place. I hid all the way down for about a year or two, and I didn't even drink a mouthful of water until I finally found a small water source, and then I lived with a group of mushroom-covered guys for many years.