Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

Chapter Sixty-One: The Devil's Pact

"Mr. Ander, my brother is about to wake up. Could you please not disturb him?"

The boy in front of him looked so pitiful that Ander had the illusion that he was a dragon.

Who is your brother?

The child didn't say anything, but jumped off the chair, and the table full of snacks in front of him disappeared, replaced by a blackboard.

The boy took out a pair of non-prescription glasses from his pocket and put them on. Then, as if by magic, he pulled out a pointer from his pocket and tapped the blackboard.

A family tree appeared on the blackboard from scratch, and the boy stood in front of it, looking just like a good child who had been called to the podium to share his experience.

The boy pointed with his pointer to Lu Shanyan at the very top of the family tree and began his narration:

"The Lu family, a mixed-race family of Chinese descent, is renowned, but they have only had one son per generation. Mr. Lu Ande, what are your thoughts on this?"

Ander scratched the back of his head with his hind leg—a difficult move—and answered casually:

"You're the one who did this, aren't you?"

"A small price to pay and a small contract, just like how you control those bastards."

Ander frowned. He was disgusted by the boy's statement. Many races use magical contracts, but that doesn't mean they all like to cheat on contracts like devils.

"You are not allowed to call my family members bastards."

Ander grinned, revealing the sharp teeth in his mouth.

"As you wish."

The boy bowed and continued speaking.

"It is because of the contract between the Lu family and me that my brother will be reborn in one of the Lu family's descendants."

Upon hearing this, Ander suddenly realized that the well-dressed, precocious boy in front of him was none other than the elusive man behind Lu Mingfei's dragon-slaying in the original book: the little devil Lu Mingze.

"You want me to stop interfering with your brother's birth?"

Ender had no idea what kind of butterfly effect his arrival would cause; if he accidentally knocked the protagonist out of the game, he would be in big trouble.

"No, the four monarchs are my brother's prey. Please don't disturb his hunt, okay?"

The boy pointed his pointer at a small square at the end of the family tree, put on a pitiful expression, and made a condition that Ander had not expected.

"Interesting. Let me ask you a question first. If it weren't for me, history would be very different now. Why didn't you stop me?"

Ander's actions in China over the years have turned history upside down. Some people who should have died are still alive, while others who should still be alive were killed by Ander. But Lu Mingze never appeared.

"...I only care about my brother."

"I am willing to sacrifice everything as long as my brother can fulfill his wish."

Ander rubbed his hands together. Lu Mingze's words were a bit too sweet, and he felt goosebumps rising on his skin.

However, Lu Mingze's conditions were not so easy. If Ander knew nothing about the plot, it would be fine, but Ander knew that the four monarchs would awaken in China, and even knew the identities and abilities of some of the monarchs.

The current Ander is no longer the lone wolf who wanted to follow the protagonist around and pick up scraps. With his own strength, Ander can completely deal with the Dragon King, and even better than in the original version.

"Your suggestion is very constructive, but... I refuse."

"Have you ever thought about what would happen if I turned your brother into a dragon after he was born?"

Ander lowered his body, making a threatening gesture.

The boy smiled, ignoring the giant dragon in front of him. He walked to the edge of the bronze pillar with his hands behind his back, opened his arms, and fell down.

The black tide suddenly surged from the horizon, white foam churning on the surface. The unparalleled power of nature crashed against the bronze pillar, but the dragon's creation stood silently, unmoved by the waves.

“Mr. Ander, this is not a proposal, it is the King’s order.”

The boy's voice came from all directions, creating an echo effect in this empty world.

The black tide submerged the bronze pillar, and the once towering mountains were buried underwater. Andre stood atop the bronze pillar; now, this was the only place he could stand.

The child reappeared, wearing small leather shoes, stepping on the water like a saint walking on the black surface.

I could pretend to be Jesus too.

Ander cast the third-circle alteration spell, Waterwalking, on himself, and walked on the water like the boy.

"The king of Earth has no say over the dragons of Faerûn."

The dragon head approached the boy, and Ander could see no panic in his eyes. Black liquid flowed up his legs until it covered his petite body, leaving only a pair of dazzling golden eyes visible.

The black liquid writhed, carving out wings, scales, and claws, and a small black dragon, over two meters long, appeared before Ander.

"Even the Dragon King of Earth won't do."

Ander looked at the little black dragon in front of him, recalled what he had just said, and continued to add.

The little dragon in front of him didn't speak. The black water churned beneath his feet and surged toward his black scales. His body was like a shriveled sponge, absorbing the black water.

The black dragon, which originally only reached Ander's chest, began to grow larger, almost instantly surpassing Ander himself. Its black wings, which blotted out the sky, covered the heavens, and its pair of burning golden eyes were like the sun in the night.

"Mr. Ander, may we talk now?"

Ander looked at the black dragon in front of him, whose thighs were thicker than his own, and curled his lip. Now the situation had reversed, and he had become a small grasshopper that could be flattened by the dragon's claw. This was not in line with Ander's principles.

Reflecting on everything that had just happened, Ander suddenly realized that he had overlooked something.

“I just discovered that I can use magic here, which means one thing…”

What are you trying to say?

"This is my world of thought, not yours."

Before he finished speaking, Ander's body began to swell. In a contest of mental strength, Ander, as a dragon, would not lose.

The next second, two giant dragons, one gold and one black, stood facing each other, their golden vertical pupils staring at each other, and a great battle seemed about to break out.

"Wow, I've always wanted to experience what it's like to have a body as big as Bahamut's."

Ander's glib tone broke the tense atmosphere, and Black Dragon tilted his head, revealing a puzzled expression.

"Little guy, I have to tell you something. We live in a capitalist society now. You need to act like a successor to capitalism, understand?"

Ander stood up, freeing his hands, and made a gesture as if counting money.

Now, the situation has reversed, and it's time to talk about the price.

Black Dragon gave a wry smile and sighed.

"Compared to me, Mr. Ender, you are more like a devil."

"Don't say that. I only ask for gold when I do things, unlike the devils, who usually want the soul directly."

Chapter Sixty-Two: Lost Time

Ander never intended to clash with Lu Mingze from the beginning. According to the original text, this little devil's goal was the same as his, and they also had a common enemy.

As for what will happen next, whether Ander will harbor bandits to enhance his own power, that's a problem that needs to be solved later.

After all, with his magic and powerful physical abilities, Ender could live on the moon without any problems; at worst, he could just pack up and run away.

"I enjoy chatting and communicating. Let's talk now, what do you want?"

Ander scrutinized the black dragon before him. It looked strange; its size was similar to his own, but the details were completely different from the black dragon in his world.

Just like humans and Namekians, they both have limbs, but the differences are very large.

"Just tell me what you want to do, and I'll give you an estimate."

That's right, Ander is going back to his old ways as a mercenary. The Brass Dragon mercenaries have a great reputation. These dragons, who love to chat and hate order, prefer to live outside of power and make a living through their own labor.

Unlike the Golden Dragon and Silver Dragon, they generally rule a country directly and make money through taxation.

"To truly awaken my brother, a complex ritual is needed, and those traitors are the best sacrifices."

The black dragon relaxed, put its hands together, and crawled on the ground. The child's voice came from its gaping maw, which looked rather comical.

"Should we help him, push him onto this path?"

Black Dragon lowered his stance, and the child's soft, sweet voice made Ander involuntarily want to grant his request.

Shaking his head, Ander calmed down, released a mechanical mind to ensure his mind was clear, and then negotiated with the Black Dragon.

"Then you should know what I want."

Ander used magic to create an image of the gem he had devoured and gestured to the black dragon.

"I want this one from the Four Monarchs."

Black Dragon's pupils contracted, and the child's voice became hoarse, as if two stones were rubbing together.

“You’re too greedy, Mr. Ender.”

"Then what do you intend to use to stop me? Right now, you're nothing more than a ghost invading my mind."

Ander shook his head and leaned closer to the black dragon, whispering in his ear like a parent teasing a child.

“Mr. Ander, you might as well look down.”

Black Dragon stepped back, allowing Ander to look at the water beneath his feet.

The golden dragon slept soundly, while beside it, a calendar flipped wildly, representing the passage of time.

In the short moment that Ander was lost in thought, dozens of pages of the calendar had already turned.

"Although it will be difficult, I can let you sleep until your brother is fully awake."

Black Dragon's voice returned to its original soft and sweet tone, carrying a hint of the pleasure of a successful prank.

"But that would prevent you from getting involved in real-world matters, wouldn't it?"

Ander saw through Black Dragon's bluster; if he wanted to prevent Black Dragon from waking up, he could only resort to this mutually destructive method.

Both sides are currently holding the nuclear weapons button, but neither dares to press it.

“Mr. Ender, I just want to have a proper talk.”

Black Dragon's tone was weary, as if the previous actions had taken a toll on him.

"Alright then, the payment remains the same, but I can help you a little more."

Ander's tone now sounded just like an old lady who had failed to bargain and had to grab a handful of cilantro and put it in the other person's plastic bag.