Under the warm sunlight that seed to lt gold, the massive body of the young Golden Dragon Alberto trembled slightly, his consciousness slowly rising to the bright surface like a pearl sinking deep into the sea.
He awoke leisurely, feeling every piece of his scale armor imrsed in a long-lost tranquility and comfort.
The ntal strings that had been tightened for five years completely relaxed, presenting a lazy serenity.
The world before him, whether it was the swaying wild grass or craggy rocks, seed covered by a soft and warm filter, making everything less sharp and glaring.
He clearly recalled the last scene before he fell asleep.
—That overconfident challenge.
The result, of course, was an unsurprising crushing defeat.
He was knocked out by the terrible Dragon Breath of the Red Iron Dragon, kneeling in the most embarrassing posture before that black and red scaled figure like burning tal.
The outco was extrely humiliating.
However, the arrangents of fate are always surprising.
It was this defeat-induced coma that inadvertently granted him more than a month of uninterrupted, death-like deep rest.
This long slumber was an unimaginable luxury for him.
Keep in mind, for the entire five years prior, he had been whipped day and night by invisible forces, as if tightly shackled by invisible chains.
The longest he rested never exceeded a pitiful day!
Every brief respite was awakened and driven by vows, returning him to endless forging.
At this mont, compared to the five years of relentless tornt where every second was precious.
The thorough relaxation of his mind and body at this mont actually made the proud Golden Dragon feel an unfamiliar, indescribable sourness deep in his nostrils.
Eh? Wait!
This sourness was not rely due to emotions, but rather a real physiological stimulus.
His nose was not only sour but accompanied by insufferable itching, as if nurous tiny, fluffy tendrils were gently scraping inside it.
This sensation was no illusion, and rapidly intensified as his consciousness fully awoke.
"Ah—chooo!!!"
Alberto could no longer bear it, suddenly opening his great Dragon’s Kiss.
A deafening sneeze, wrapped in scorching breath, erupted.
Several-ter-long golden-red flas spewed from his nostrils like an angry fiery dragon, instantly incinerating to ashes the bunch of Itchy Flowers sneakily stuffed deep into his nostrils by so vile character during his slumber.
Wisps of smoke, carrying a burnt odor, wafted leisurely from his nostrils.
The Golden Dragon raised his large forepaw, slightly annoyed as he rubbed his still uncomfortable nose.
However, when his gaze casually swept over his forelimbs that should have been dazzling, he couldn’t help but widen his molten gold vertical pupils!
There it was.
The surface of the scales on his forelimbs, originally as glamorous and radiant as molten gold.
Had been covered in countless crooked, childish, and ugly graffiti drawn with extrely vibrant eye-catching paints—blinding fluorescent green, gaudy pink, glaring bright purple!
There were lines like twisted worms.
Images like flattened mushrooms.
Even a few slanting, nearly indistinguishable doodles, suspected to be turtles or hogs.
Turning his head, not only his forelimbs, his entire body was covered in graffiti.
Feeling a bad premonition, he suddenly supported his massive form, stepping heavily to quickly walk to the mirror-like clear lake nearby.
He lowered his head, his massive golden head reflected in the shimring lake water.
Sure enough!
What t his eyes was still a grand, majestic golden dragon’s head.
But now, this majesty was completely ruined by the colorful and ridiculous graffiti covering his cheeks, forehead, and even around his eyelids, as if he was used as a graphics wall by a group of drunken dwarf artists.
"Who?! Who dares to paint these blasphemous things on , Alberto’s majesty!"
The Golden Dragon fiercely twisted his neck, scanning all around.
"Haha! It was , Vera!"
A tinkling voice, crisp like silver bells yet thick with the satisfaction of a prank completed, rang out.
And there appeared the petite Elf Dragon Vera, whose scales shimred with colorful radiance, nimbly wagging her slender tail like a stream of colorful light, suddenly darting out from the dense flowers by the lake.
She flipped in the air triumphantly, announcing her cri with a cheerful giggle.
Simultaneously, she didn’t forget to dramatically twist her mouth at Alberto’s colorful dragon face, pulling an extrely standard funny face.
Alberto looked at this mischievous little creature, not truly surprised inside.
Among mbers of Dragon Valley, apart from the Elf Dragon, there were no other dragons who enjoyed such pranks.
Nonetheless, being teased so, he had to regain so dignity.
Alberto’s eyes sparkled, deciding to give this reckless Elf Dragon a small scare, letting her know the Golden Dragon is not to be trifled with.
Thus, his dragon face, originally comical due to the graffiti, suddenly turned serious, deliberately restraining all gentleness, revealing the fierceness of a top predator.
"Help! Help!"
Vera hesitated not a bit, promptly and adeptly she pulled open her small throat, emitting a sharp call for help.
Her thin butterfly-like wings beat rapidly, her petite body like a colorful stone shot by a slingshot, with a whoosh she flew backward, instantly widening the gap considerably.
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