A Dragon against the Whole World

Galos expressed understanding of this.

"It’s okay, I can wait, there’s no rush. Just go at your own pace."

Meanwhile, Iron Dragon Solrog said, "Samantha, the Earth Vein Pool has recently produced a few rare Soul Iron Stones. Could you use these Soul Iron Stones to craft a helmet that enhances Mind Magic effects for me?"

A hint of mischief immediately appeared in Samantha’s thoughts as she replied, "Sure, but you have to ask me nicely."

He wanted to see this always serious and stern Iron Dragon blood relation bowing his head to him.

Iron Dragon Solrog responded calmly and unwaveringly, "Alright, I am asking you, sincerely, to craft this helmet for me."

He was straightforward, without any hesitation.

This response wasn’t the awkwardness Samantha expected, leaving her feeling like she’d punched a cushion.

She sighed lightly, somewhat unentertained, and reluctantly said, "Fine, since you asked so sincerely, have your followers deliver the Soul Iron Stones to me."

At that moment, Galos remembered the exploration of the Legendary Artifact.

He asked, "By the way, how is the exploration progress in Marne’s Dungeon? Have there been any definite clues about the Legendary Artifact?"

Upon hearing his question, Iron Dragon Solrog fell into a brief silence.

He didn’t answer immediately but cautiously asked, "Galos, what is the current level of influence of the Feral Fire within you? Is it still as intense as before your Sleep Stage?"

Galos sensed his own condition and responded, "After sleeping and adapting, I’ve been able to control it better. Although the influence is still there, it has lessened significantly compared to the beginning."

Iron Dragon Solrog carefully gauged Galos’ mental state.

After pondering for a moment, he said, "During your sleep, the exploration team did indeed find clues about the Legendary Artifact, and it’s almost within reach, but..."

He carefully chose his words and told Galos everything that had happened in the depths of Marne’s Dungeon without omission.

The Red Iron Dragon listened silently, without interjecting from start to finish.

However, as Solrog recounted, the fury that had just been suppressed within him began to surge uncontrollably, as strands of blood-red lines swiftly climbed towards his eyes.

The Messenger of Good Fortune... After taking the Hall of Heroes, she could have quietly left without a trace, and the Molten Iron Tribe might never have known who took the artifact.

But she didn’t.

She deliberately stayed behind, appeared before them, and expressed what seemed like sincere apologies to the Molten Iron Tribe, emphasizing that she had already given so-called compensation.

Perhaps, in her own view, this was a method of showing friendliness and goodwill?

No!

In Galos’ eyes, he saw only an ugly facade.

To seize the fruits of others who spent immense time and effort exploring and then pretend to act for their benefit, expecting them to understand her reasons, and feigning apology while offering trivial compensation.

This is blatant hypocrisy and arrogant condescension.

If she had directly shown her intention to take it by force, adhering to the principle of survival of the fittest, and taken it openly, it would have been more acceptable than this facade.

Galos took a deep breath, suppressing the fury that surged in his chest.

But the fury did not disappear; it was stored in the deepest parts of his heart, like a dormant volcano, waiting to erupt.

"Good fortune... Hmph, she indeed had good luck to easily pick up a Legendary Artifact from us."

"But she may not realize that all gifts in fate come with a hidden price. Temporary good luck does not guarantee lifelong fortune."

"Let her enjoy her time for now."

The Red Iron Dragon’s voice was cold, and he spoke solemnly, "Once I step into the Legendary Domain, I will personally visit the Holy Temple of the Lucky Church in the south. By then, I will make her understand profoundly what misfortune is!"

Afterward, Galos and Solrog discussed the overall development situation of the tribe in the Northwest Wilderness Region, resource acquisition progress, and the movements of surrounding forces.

After confirming everything was relatively stable, he voluntarily ended this blood relation communication.

The Red Iron Dragon reopened his eyes, with nearly double the amount of blood-red lines compared to before, and his mood was extremely agitated due to the issue with the Messenger of Good Fortune.

Just learning about this matter had caused his rage meter to spike significantly, a destructive impulse roaring in his heart, longing to fly south right now and smash the Goddess of Fortune’s Holy Temple to vent his anger.

Fortunately, his rational mind firmly restrained this dangerous thought.

"Compared to true Legendary Powerhouses, my strength is still far lacking."

"I must more efficiently acquire all resources in the Northwest Region, engage in more intensive and extreme training... I need to quickly set foot in the Legendary Domain."

This appearance and behavior of the Legendary Powerhouse filled Galos with anger but also made him recognize his situation more clearly.

Below the Legendary status, he might dominate a region and be honored as a king.

But as long as he remained unlegendary, all this was like a castle built on sand, seemingly splendid but inherently unstable, ready to collapse at the whim of a true powerhouse.