A Dragon against the Whole World

Galos actually still feels a bit unsatisfied.

However, considering the current state of the Red Silver Dragon, as well as the fact that he has wasted quite a bit of training time because of this, he feels that he cannot continue to indulge. It’s time to pick up the rigorous daily training again.

Indulging desires can only be an occasional diversion in life.

Staying true to oneself is the norm for Galos.

With his mind made up, the Red Iron Dragon lightly flapped his wings, his massive body agilely ascended into the air, circling a few times above the Dragon Valley, fully stretching his muscles, then steadily landed on the training field at the valley bottom.

On the other side, Golden Dragon Alberto was in the midst of his morning exercise.

His entire body was steaming with heat, clearly having trained for some time.

Seeing the Red Iron Dragon, who had been missing for a while, finally appear, Alberto paused the motion of swinging his claws.

He approached with curiosity, wondering aloud, "Galos? You’ve been cooped up in the fortress all this time without coming out, what have you been doing? To the extent that it made you unprecedentedly stop your daily training, this is truly rare."

Galos glanced at him and casually replied, "Sleeping."

Upon hearing this, Golden Dragon Alberto shook his head slightly, his face showing an expression of ’you’ve fallen.’

"Without a serious injury needing recuperation, nor excessive training causing fatigue, just actively choosing to sleep, and for so many days... Galos, you’ve become slack!"

Talking as he went, Alberto suddenly seemed to remember something.

He frustratingly flicked his tail covered with golden scales.

No, why am I reminding him? Isn’t this my perfect chance to surpass him? I should be encouraging him to sleep more, rest more!

He thought to himself.

But this thought was just a fleeting moment.

Soon, he thought again and felt relieved.

"No, this isn’t good either."

"An indifferent Red Iron Dragon, actively slacking off, even if I do surpass him eventually, won’t bring me any true sense of achievement or glory."

Thinking this, Alberto decided to use a provoking method.

He puffed up his chest and continued to the Red Iron Dragon, "Why? Do you think now that you’ve reached level 20, your strength has greatly increased, you don’t need to go through the tedious yet necessary daily training anymore?"

"If you truly think that, then prepare to be completely surpassed by me!"

"Galos, you must know, while you were diligently training, I, Alberto, was also sweating, never stopping; and when you chose to sleep and rest, I, Alberto, was still rigorously honing myself!"

"I’m not a dragon who is content with falling behind and mediocrity."

He said seriously, "Just wait, wait for the day you lose to me, I’ll also make you experience what it’s like to carry a heavy debt."

Although his intention was to motivate Galos to regain vigor, at this point Alberto couldn’t help but immerse himself in beautiful fantasies, wonderful scenes appearing in his mind,

For instance, the Red Iron Dragon, forced to repay a huge defeat debt, had no choice but to accept his various commissions.

The Red Iron Dragon disguises himself as a terrifying Ancient Evil Dragon, appearing in a large gathering place of some humans or elves, baring claws and fangs, creating panic.

Then, just as this Evil Dragon is about to commit atrocities, and the people fall into despair.

The great Golden Order, Alberto Aurelius descends like Divine Weapon, after a thrilling battle of justice, ultimately in front of all eyes, fiercely defeats the terrifying Evil Dragon, saving all beings!

At that time, he will undoubtedly receive a sea of praise, worship, and glory.

His title as the Golden Order will certainly spread far and wide with these heroic deeds, being sung by countless creatures.

Soon after, Alberto came back from his intoxicating fantasies, ready to discuss again with the Red Iron Dragon about effort versus slackness, only to find the Red Iron Dragon had disappeared from sight at some indiscernible moment.

He turned his head in confusion.

The Red Iron Dragon had already started his daily training vigorously at the other end of the training field, without wasting a single second on idle chat.

Seeing this, Alberto also set aside all distractions.

He stopped speaking further and threw himself back into his focused hard training, determined not to fall too far behind.

After a period of time, White Dragon Trish, completely snow-white and exuding the chill of cold air, slowly flapped her wings and flew over.

She patiently waited until Galos completed a set of high-intensity explosive training and appeared during a brief interval, then approached him.

Under the gaze of the Red Iron Dragon, White Dragon Trish straightforwardly said, "Galos, there’s something that needs your consent."

Galos briefly replied, "Speak."

Trish organized her words and said, "As the tribe has developed until now, those young dragons and fledglings originally sent to the Border Area have generally grown into adolescent dragons, their size and needed activity space have greatly increased."

"Moreover, according to the current trend, more newly born little dragons will be sent to the Border Area for cultivation and protection in the future."

"Although Dragon Valley is vast, in the long run, it might not accommodate such a large number of Dragon Race."

She paused, proposing her idea: "Therefore, I hope to develop an independent territory at some suitable location outside, specifically for the concentrated education and cultivation of young dragons and fledglings."