MC's career as foreign lord

"It really has been many years. I lived until I was completely an adult, and there wasn't a single bit of inherited memory in my head! Only then did I give up that thought, stopped thinking about relying on inherited memories to gain power, and went back to searching for power. That's when I lost contact with that group of mushroom people!"

Life in the Underdark was probably the most relaxed and comfortable time I've ever had. Even when I was with the silver dragons, many of them were still full of all kinds of prejudice; they just never hit me.

And after the mushroom people discovered that I wouldn't hurt them, they were even happy about my arrival. They offered me all kinds of mushrooms and even took me to drink water. Their chieftain was as big as my body, but never showed any fear of me.

That period of time was the most carefree I've ever lived, but I knew I couldn't live in this world for long. My life still belonged to the sky. I wasn't living just to live; I was living to make some guys who didn't want me to live comfortably even less comfortable.

So I left that area, which was called the Underdark. Probably a few thousand years after I left, many races began to settle there. I wonder how those mushroom people are doing now?

They definitely don't remember me because, in their eyes, I was probably just a temporary guest. They wouldn't think I was any different from other creatures, nor would they feel sad because of my departure. These guys really live a very peaceful life.

But no matter what, I became an adult. I heard about a place that seemed to hold a lot of power, so I went there.

As a result, I discovered it was a trap set by the titans for the dragons. During the time I came of age, the titans and dragons on the surface were already fighting fiercely. These two races shattered countless lands and caused countless lives to be destroyed.

Their war even affected me. I was just going to find power and food, but I was chased by a group of giants for several years.

During these years, I encountered some dragons, but when they discovered that I was just a dragon beast, not only did they not help me, but they also used me as bait to catch many giants.

As a result, I was covered in scars, and some people even wanted to end my life, but I barely managed to escape. I knew I was still not accepted by the dragons. Even though most of those who chased me were chromatic dragons, the metallic dragons still maintained their very elegant demeanor, unwilling to fight with any race.

So I went back to living a life of escape and survival, encountering some strange races, meeting some very peculiar people, and also finding those dragons who used to bully me. It's just that his condition didn't seem very good. He was on the verge of death in the war. When he saw me, he even recognized me.

It's just that he didn't have any apologies for me. He was just cursing angrily, why he was about to die and I hadn't died yet, as if I deserved to die and he deserved to live.

I continued to wander, not getting involved in the battle between the two races, but occasionally encountering some people or things in it. I became friends with some giants and also fought with some dragons.

Gradually, my size became larger and larger, and my body became more and more unnatural. I discovered that I wasn't completely without anything. I possessed a larger body and more powerful arms than other dragons. I could even rely on my body to fight legendaries.

I also had more powerful close combat abilities than the giants. Perhaps this was a gift the world gave me before I obtained power. Relying on this power, I survived very well, had a little bit of my own territory, had some people who believed in me, and races that could provide me with food.

I was still pursuing power. One day, after being defeated by a dragon, they possessed powerful magical power and breath that I couldn't reach, while I could only spit out some saliva, not even sand.

But I didn't give up. My body was still changing continuously. I had been devouring many, many things. Unlike other dragons, I felt that devouring those things could bring me joy. At least, when I devoured stones when I was young, there was no joy, but now I do.

I devoured a lot of stones, and even ate some green stones underground. It was those green stones that made me become like this now.

This wasn't a good thing. Every green stone would make me feel abdominal pain and physical weakness. I had no choice but to swallow one each time and come back to rest for a while until I had devoured all of the minerals.

The green stones were really powerful. My body began to possess a special power. That power would bloom when I appeared, and cause a little change in those races around me that fed me.

This change wasn't good. After those people possessed these green powers, they would be devoured in a very short period of time, and then die wailing. So my territory fell apart without being attacked. They were unwilling to follow a lord who used his own territory's people for experiments, even though I was actually very good to them. They might not even be able to eat their fill in other places.

So I started my wandering again. I left the territory to them, not out of kindness or anything like that. My territory was really a bit of a burden.

That area used to be called the Land of Arcana. As for what it's called now, I'm not very clear.

I continued to wander. The green stones gave me a big change. My body became more rigid, and my power became more immense. I was able to collect many things through these green stones that I usually wouldn't dare to collect, because my body was more huge and powerful.

Around the time I was 2000 years old, my power underwent a big change. It was really a big change. My body began to become more rigid, and I possessed a bit of power that didn't belong to the elements. It was the green stones that had accumulated in my body and turned into another heart.

I finally relied on this power to forcibly advance to the legendary level. I chopped off a legendary's head. I ate all the parts of his body. It was a storm titan. His lightning entered my body, was stimulated by that huge green heart, and then my body exploded at that moment.

Fortunately, years of training allowed my body to grow back faster. I survived like this in a dark swamp for thousands of years. During that time, my body was constantly being destroyed and then repaired.

Until one day, some childhood black dragon companions came to my lake at that time, I realized that this lake was the lake I had always wanted to come to, but I never had a way to come. Recently, I was only 100 meters away from this lake, and then I moved away from here for 5000 years.

These black dragons were discussing a story: the mother silver dragon on Silver Dragon Mountain was dying, and the young silver dragons were finally about to leave. They could finally attack those silver dragons!

None of the black dragons noticed me because I was on the verge of death at the time and had no aura at all. They were loudly plotting above my head, seemingly wary because of Bana.

I desperately tried to wake up. Only half of my body had been repaired, and I still had some bones exposed, but I couldn't wait any longer. Although those silver dragons weren't very nice to me, how could they compare to this group of black dragon beasts?

Back then, those evil little fellows have now grown into behemoths. They still adhere to the principles of that time, throwing all the dragon beasts into this swamp to be killed. He was actually the last one alive.

He now possessed enough power. Even if his body wasn't fully recovered, he wanted to protect those little girls who used to joke with him. He wanted to ensure that the place of his childhood happiness could at least survive. It was time for him to act.

Even if he was still scarred all over at this moment, even if his body still hadn't recovered under the radioactive elements, even if his body had long since become as black as ink and unrecognizable under the illumination of the green light, he still remembered the things of his childhood.

Bana was a very loving mother dragon. Even though she knew he was a dragon beast of a black dragon, she didn't have any dissatisfaction towards him. Instead, she patiently taught him knowledge, gave him food, and sheltered him to survive.

During that time, he probably felt that this was the happiest time, but he still had to leave. With the confirmation of certain childhood memories, he successfully avoided all the blockades of the silver dragons and came to the old mother silver dragon.

"I didn't expect that there would be one last child to see me at this time!" Bana said with emotion, "You have suffered these years, child!"

She touched Noxiel's broken wings. How could such a child possess such a strong power? He must have suffered countless hardships in the past few thousand years.

She shed tears. No matter where they left from, as long as they had been illuminated by her, they were all her children! How could she bear it?

She was very kind, otherwise she would have left with her things long ago. With her strength, who could have stopped her in that era?

But the silver dragons were still young, and they needed an elder to take care of them. Moreover, she also hoped that she could have a little space for her own life, so she lived here until the children grew up, got married, started a family, and still lived here waiting to die.

Until the moment before her death, there was still a faint hope that the child who was just a flash in the pan and had been taught by her for decades could come and see her one last time.

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Noxiel knew. He went far away. Even though Bana had said that these silver dragons had their own circumstances and were actually unrelated to him, he still hoped to be able to help them.

The mother silver dragon still passed away, returning to the heavens with endless hope and prayers, perhaps to become a divine officer under the Dragon God. But the black dragon—no, it should now be called the Plutonium Dragon.

Under the illumination of power before her death, his body miraculously began to recover, and he also received a part of the silver dragon's gift, obtaining the knowledge of the dragon race. He compensated for the dark side that he had not completed for a long time, and he obtained a part of the dragon race's inheritance. He knew the combat power and weaknesses of all the dragon races, and he was about to start the first war in his life.

After sending all the little silver dragons away, the adult silver dragons advised him to leave. They also recognized this childhood companion. Even though he was silent and weak, they actually recognized him as a companion, except for some pranks.

They advised Noxiel to leave and return to the current ancestral land of the silver dragons with the silver dragons. The metal dragons had built a dragon island outside this continent, and most people lived there except for those warmongers.

It's a pity that Noxiel refused. He knew that the first battle in his life should begin. Whether it was for himself or for some will and future, he should start this battle and thoroughly settle accounts with those so-called relatives of his!

The bill must be opened, just like he also wanted to question a certain god, why should dragon beasts not be educated, why should dragon beasts deserve to die? Their lives are not something they can control, and they are innocent when they are born.

Everyone is a member of the giant dragon race. Even if there is no inherited memory, it is only a part of the problem. Why go to such extremes?

Bahamut, it was at this time that the concepts between Bahamut and Tiamat were completely severed. The two dragon gods truly moved to opposite sides, and because of certain mixtures of giants, the dragon race also entered a period of decline at this moment.

But this has nothing to do with the Plutonium Dragon. He just stood in front of the mountain peak and saw those who had bullied him in his childhood had become the patriarchs and the strongest combat power of various races.

They still mocked this dark dragon, not knowing what material it was made of, and was actually protecting a group of useless silver dragons. The silver dragons were arrogant and disgusting. What was the use of protecting them? It would be better to catch them and directly turn them into slaves.

The Plutonium Dragon didn't speak. He felt that talking to these guys would dirty his mouth. He didn't think he was a kind person. He repaid kindness with kindness and revenge with revenge. He would kill things he didn't like, and even swallow the villages of that race in one gulp.

But at least he knew the course of his life and who his real enemies should be. It was time for him to act!

As a Plutonium Dragon, it possessed many times the power of an adult dragon. Even an ancient dragon might be as weak as a baby in front of it.

And before, it relied on its own physical strength to be able to fight adult dragons one level higher than it, and often be able to gain the upper hand. And now it has survived for thousands of years under this radioactive power.

This painful power has greatly improved it, and the hoarseness in its throat has also made it feel that the dragon breath it can spit is there. While a group of black dragons spit out corrosive gas, and fire dragons spit out flames, it spit out a terrifying dragon breath that was enough to shock the world.

Radioactive power exploded in the entire area, and a mushroom cloud appeared here. If it hadn't been for a certain passing Ancient Time Dragon taking action, the entire area would probably have been blasted into a white ground. Even so, not many people survived under that breath.

It was forcibly driven out of the world by the world's will and went to the astral world. Dragons with such power should have been conferred gods long ago, and should not be jumping around in the main world.

So it had a new goal. It was going to question that Mother of All Dragons.