A Dragon against the Whole World

"I’ll let you make the first move, go ahead."

The Red Iron Dragon shook its sturdy neck, producing a slight sound of bone friction, and spoke calmly.

In mid-air, Alberto took a deep breath of the cold air, as if making some kind of resolution.

Then, under Galos’ gaze, he... decisively withdrew all combat stances and quickly landed back on the ground.

He steadied his body, his gaze stern, his demeanor majestic, and he spoke in a deep voice.

"I, Alberto Aurelius, concede!"

If one only saw his current posture, head held high and eyes steadfast, without hearing his voice, one might think he was making some grand declaration of a decisive battle.

Galos: "Won’t you really give it a try? There might be a chance?"

Alberto resolutely: "I won’t try, I concede."

Galos: "I just finished high-intensity training, I’m actually quite exhausted, you might have a chance."

Alberto expressionless: "No chance, I concede."

Galos teased lightly: "Where has your confidence and arrogance as a Golden Dragon gone?"

Alberto still straightforward: "Gone, I concede."

He made up his mind, under no circumstances was he willing to let the Red Iron Dragon truly make a move.

Otherwise, he estimated he’d be lying down for a long time.

Galos shook his head with regret: "I should have removed my armor during combat to give you a surprise."

That probably wouldn’t be a surprise, but a shock enough to leave a psychological shadow... Alberto silently muttered to himself.

"Ah, when will the vow I made in my youth, out of ignorance, ever be fulfilled..."

Thinking about how he had suddenly accumulated even more debt, Golden Dragon Alberto couldn’t help but look up at the night sky, his gaze filled with uncertainty and melancholy.

However, reminded of his vow, his innate refusal to admit defeat quickly regained the upper hand.

He didn’t contemplate any possibility of taking shortcuts; instead, he once again rallied his spirits and quietly walked to the side, immersing himself anew in high-intensity training.

Even if it couldn’t allow him to surpass the monster Galos, at least it could make him stronger.

Strong enough to surpass most other dragons!

Suddenly, the Golden Dragon found the theory of ecological niches, once mentioned by White Dragon Trish, to be quite reasonable.

Since he couldn’t regain his footing against Galos, perhaps using the motivation from being bullied by Galos to bully other lesser Evil Dragons seemed like a very good choice.

Thinking in this manner, the frustration in Alberto’s heart instantly vanished, and it transformed into greater excitement and fervent passion, sweating and glowing gold in the night.

After some time.

The Red Iron Dragon finished all the training tasks he had planned for the day, while Golden Dragon Alberto continued obsessively, seemingly tireless.

Galos had no interest in competing with him.

After completing his daily plan, he stopped straightforwardly and decisively, then flapped his wings and flew back to Burning Steel Castle.

Inside the grand and warm sleeping quarters.

The Red Iron Dragon lay prone on a bed formed by a massive pile of gold coins, various gemstones, and all sorts of magic precious metals. His agile tail casually wrapped, flicked, and tossed several high-quality magic gemstones to his mouth. He then casually crushed and swallowed them as a little energy supplement after his daily high-intensity workout, as if eating candies.

Such extravagance would be completely unsustainable if not for the abundant resources under his territory.

Soon after.

The Red Iron Dragon adjusted to a more comfortable position, rolled his tail over and used it as a pillow under his head, ready to sleep and have some good rest.

But at that moment, the scales covering his eyelids moved slightly, as if he had keenly perceived something.

The Red Iron Dragon raised his head and looked towards the huge and heavy metal door of the sleeping quarters.

Squeak...

With a faint yet distinct sound of friction, the door was slowly pushed open from the outside, revealing an elegant and beautiful silhouette slipping quietly inside.

It was Red Silver Dragon Deborah.

She walked in with a nearly silent and light step.

However, as she completely walked into the room, her elongated Dragon Tail swept swiftly like it had eyes.

"Ah!"

A faint exclamation sounded.

The Elf Dragon, originally in an invisible state, was swept out directly by this tail, spinning several times in the air, and then was wrapped by the tail of the Red Silver Dragon and thrown out of the room.

Following that, the tail of the Red Silver Dragon continued to sweep the door.

The metal door was tightly closed, and she immediately cast several sealing magic-like skills, completely isolating the interior from the exterior.

After completing all of this, Red Silver Dragon Deborah seemingly acted as if nothing had happened.

She gracefully approached, stopping in front of the bed stacked with treasures.

The long neck of the Red Silver Dragon lowered slightly, her gaze meeting Galos with a flow of indescribable intimacy and a touch of bold invitation.

She didn’t speak, merely exhaled lightly.

The breath carried the scent of Metal Dragon, brushing past the Red Iron Dragon’s nose and face armor.

Then, the Red Iron Dragon uttered a low breath from his throat.

"Have you made up your mind?"

"Hmm."

The Red Silver Dragon responded softly.

After that, the Red Iron Dragon didn’t speak further; instead, he responded with action.

The tail he was using as a pillow loosened and coiled around the ankle of the Red Silver Dragon.

Dragon scales touched, making a subtle rustling sound.

The Red Silver Dragon didn’t resist; instead, she advanced another step, causing the two giant dragon bodies to press close, scales touching scales, allowing her to clearly feel the heartbeat emanating from beneath the chest of the Red Iron Dragon.

Agitated and fiery.

The massive head of the Red Iron Dragon lowered, his nose grazing against the scales on the neck side of the Red Silver Dragon.

Meanwhile, the Red Silver Dragon raised a front claw, gently placing it on the broad and solid shoulder of the Red Iron Dragon. The sharp claw tips were retracted, carefully feeling the power pulsating beneath the counterpart’s scale armor.

Gold coins and gemstones slid under the movement, producing a crisp and melodious sound of accompaniment.

The crimson Dragon Wings slowly unfolded larger, not for the sake of soaring, but enveloping in a manner like a curtain, with an undeniable protective and possessive posture, covering both shadows within, isolating from external scrutiny.