With a series of cracking sounds, a black dragon head that looked seventy to eighty percent like Irene, though a size smaller, pushed open its eggshell.
It let out a loud, resonant roar.
“Roaaar!”
Then, the hatchling bellowed out his true name:
“Daviel Greg Christina!”
Armed with the knowledge from the Draconic Inheritance, Irene could tell at a glance that this was a male hatchling.
It seemed she had gained a younger brother.
On the other side of the cave, Mother Dragon, who was sleeping on the pile of treasure, opened her golden eyes.
She glanced at the newborn hatchling, then closed them again.
She had originally felt fortunate to have laid only two dragon eggs.
If only one of them hatched into a true dragon that inherited the Draconic Inheritance, her job would be much easier.
Yet, out of the clutch of two eggs, both had successfully hatched into true dragons with the Draconic Inheritance; not a single dragon beast was among them.
This left Mother Dragon deeply disappointed!
According to the rules of Aunt Tiamat—the Mother of Chromatic Dragons and the racial deity of the chromatic dragons—any hatchling that successfully inherited the Draconic Inheritance had to be raised and protected.
They could not be abandoned on a whim before they had the ability to fend for themselves.
And raising two hatchlings at the same time meant she would have to spend much more time hunting!
For a chromatic dragon, naturally cruel and emotionally detached, this was practically self-inflicted torture.
...
Irene had no idea what was going on in Mother Dragon's mind. Right now, she was staring blankly at her newly born, cheap younger brother.
Clutched in her claws was a piece of her brother's eggshell.
Just a moment ago, the greedy little dragon girl had tried to sneak a piece of her brother's eggshell to taste, only to be caught red-handed.
This was highly embarrassing.
The newborn Daviel only had his head poking out of his eggshell.
With the eggshell still balanced on his head, he stared at Irene with his golden slit pupils, his eyes burning with a fighting spirit.
Opening his mouth, he uttered childish yet arrogant words:
“Hey! My foolish sister, I advise you to put down my eggshell, or you will definitely regret it!”
Clearly, this little black dragon had perfectly inherited the typical temperament of an evil dragon.
Chromatic dragons respected only strength, and family ties were practically non-existent.
Even newborn hatchlings had to establish their hierarchy through fighting.
Showing any weakness meant being labeled as the subordinate party.
And being subjected to inevitable bullying in the future.
In the worldview of chromatic dragons, the weak had to surrender everything they owned.
Whether it was food, treasure, or even their own bodies.
Even blood relatives were no exception.
Irene looked at her cheap brother, blinked, and instinctively thought of putting the eggshell back.
Halfway through the motion, she suddenly realized her body was significantly larger.
Her cheap brother looked about the size of an adult Husky.
Meanwhile, she was as large as a young calf!
Irene guessed this might be because her soul had transmigrated, and her mature human soul had indirectly influenced the development of her dragon body.
This resulted in her being larger than a normal hatchling.
During the hatchling stage, before they awakened their magical talents and breath weapon, size was the ultimate symbol of strength.
In other words, right now, she was without a doubt stronger than her cheap little brother!
The corners of Irene's mouth slowly curled into a dangerous arc.
Revealing a mouthful of razor-sharp teeth.
“My foolish brother, I think you need to learn how to respect your sister.”
Operating on the principle that beating up a younger brother was best done as early as possible, Irene pounced forward, instantly crushing the eggshell.
Along with it, she pinned Daviel, who hadn't even had time to react, flat on the ground.
“?!”
Daviel's eyes widened. He hadn't expected his dragon sister to strike first.
Irene pinned her cheap brother's neck with one claw, sat on him, and used her hind legs to pin down his front claws.
Then, she rained a flurry of chaotic punches straight onto his face.
“Ow! Foolish... barbaric! I will make you pay for this!!”
Daviel cursed stubbornly.
A few minutes later...
“Ow! ...Not the face!”
Despite having the naturally tough scales of a dragon, Daviel was still beaten into screaming in pain.
On the other side of the cave, Mother Dragon opened her golden eyes, took a brief look, and closed them once more.
Clearly, she had absolutely no intention of interfering with the two hatchlings.
...
After the chaotic brawl, Irene sat triumphantly on Daviel, chewing on the eggshell she had snatched.
“Mmm! It's actually chocolate-flavored!”
Irene gasped in delight, her eyes narrowing into crescent moons.
Swallowing the eggshell, Irene glanced down at the brother pinned beneath her rear and mimicked his earlier arrogant tone:
“My foolish brother, do you know who's the boss now?”
Daviel's face was black and blue from the beating. He opened his mouth, his voice no longer as arrogant as before.
“You brute! I will make you pay!!!”
“Hmm?”
Irene narrowed her eyes, radiating pure menace.
Daviel quickly changed his tune:
“Dearest sister, you're the boss! You're the boss!”
Although the Draconic Inheritance told him:
“We dragons are invincible under heaven and have never learned how to write the word 'surrender'!”
But the one beating him up right now was also a dragon, and his own sister to boot.
Yielding to another dragon wasn't shameful!
It only proved how incredibly awesome they, as dragons, were!
Exactly!
This was the world-shaking wisdom that dragons took pride in!
Satisfied with Daviel's submission, Irene nodded her dragon head and hopped off him.
She went back to eating her own eggshell.
Free from Irene's weight, Daviel scrambled up from the ground.
Enduring the soreness racking his body, he picked up a piece of his eggshell and stuffed it into his mouth.
He was going to turn his grief and indignation into an appetite, eating with all his might to grow up quickly!
Once he was strong enough, he would definitely pin this sister of his to the ground and rub her face in the dirt!
But before the eggshell could reach his mouth, a chubby claw covered in black scales reached over.
It snatched his eggshell right away!
“?”
Daviel's eyes widened in disbelief.
He turned his head, only to see his foolish sister stuffing his rightful eggshell into her own mouth.
“Mmm! The chocolate-flavored one is definitely better!”
Irene sighed happily, crunching on her cheap brother's eggshell.
Daviel clenched his claws, pointing at Irene as he bellowed:
“Why are you eating my eggshell?! Don't you have your own?!”
Irene stopped chewing and fixed her golden eyes on her cheap brother.
“What, do you have a problem with that?”
“I... I...”
Daviel trembled with anger.
Ultimately, he could only stomp his foot in resentment and eat what was left of his eggshell.
“Hehe, foolish brother.”
Irene's eyes reflected Daviel's figure.
Having fully embraced her identity as an evil dragon, she slowly reached out her wicked claw.
Under Daviel's murderous glare, she snatched away another half of his eggshell...
Daviel was furious but dared not speak out.
After holding it in for a long time, he could only mutter a sound as quiet as a mosquito's buzz:
“I hope you choke on it...”
Because his voice was too quiet, Irene didn't even hear him clearly.
Even if she had, she probably wouldn't have cared.
Right now, she was happily alternating between her own eggshell and Daviel's.
Eating to her heart's content.
To prevent the rest of his eggshell from being snatched, Daviel quickly wolfed down what remained in a few bites.
His frantic eating was not unlike a glutton wolfing down food without even tasting it.
He probably hadn't even tasted it. After finishing, Daviel watched Irene, who was still devouring her food, and swallowed his saliva.
After Irene cast a sideways glance at him, he quickly shook his head, abandoning any unrealistic ideas.
Following the principle of 'out of sight, out of mind,' Daviel found a corner to lie down, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.
Without the noisy younger brother, the dragon nest suddenly fell quiet.
Only the continuous crunching sound of Irene chewing her eggshell echoed in the cavern.
Once she stuffed the very last piece of eggshell into her mouth, Irene patted her belly in satisfaction.
One and a half eggshells had successfully filled her stomach to the brim.
Now that she was full, it was time to consider other matters.
Irene glanced at her cheap Mother Dragon sleeping on the pile of treasure, then stealthily crawled toward the entrance of the dragon nest.
She wanted to see this other world with her own eyes.
Although her inherited memories contained information about most regions, it wasn't the same as seeing them firsthand.
Having newly arrived in this other world, Irene was filled with curiosity.
The dragon nest was built in an underground cave within a swamp. Irene crawled out of the cavern and swam upward.
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