Hearing Gris's words, the gnoll across from him nodded and moved a rook.
As Gris moved his stool and prepared to sit down, the stool was suddenly pushed, shifting it out of place.
The stool and Gris's big butt executed a perfect dodge of each other, and Gris lost his balance, falling onto the floor on his backside.
"Gah!"
This time, Gris was absolutely fuming as he angrily scrambled up and roared.
"Who the hell—"
The next second, he froze as two giant red and white dragon heads stared at him from point-blank range.
"Holy crap!"
The sudden jump scare made Gris leap backward, but once he realized what was happening, he became even angrier.
"I'm saying... are you two just bored out of your minds!"
The two dragons looked at each other, and their dragon heads transformed back into human ones.
Jonavili tilted her neck.
"I'll give you a chance to rephrase your words."
Furiel stood by her side, cracking her knuckles with audible popping sounds.
Gris swallowed hard, but feeling that these two were bullying a dragon too much, he felt he shouldn't just take it lying down. He stiffened his neck and continued.
"I'm saying, what the hell are you—"
Swish—
The little alchemy dragon dashed past, tripping Gris, and in the next second, the two dragons pounced on him.
Thwack—
Thwack—
Thwack—
After a period of 'friendly exchange,' Jonavili clapped her claws.
"Alright, I forgive you."
Leaving those words behind, Jonavili and Furiel walked away together, leaving Gris sprawled out on his back.
"They aren't even pretending anymore... picking a fight... just picking a fight for the sake of it."
On the way, Furiel asked as if casually.
"Jonavili, what is the maximum speed you can currently accelerate our growth?"
Jonavili thought for a moment and estimated.
"It's increased by about 10% on top of the original rate. Our next hibernation period should be in seven years."
After hearing Jonavili's explanation, Furiel nodded thoughtfully.
"What's wrong?"
Jonavili didn't understand why Furiel suddenly asked this, but Furiel shook her head.
"Nothing, just asking."
Despite her words, a flash of ferocity in her crimson dragon eyes seemed to carry a deeper meaning.
However, this subtle change came and went too quickly for Jonavili to notice.
Time flowed slowly, and four months later...
Jonavili was still buried in her room within the palace, where the floor was covered in various gold coins, silver coins, copper coins, wine vessels, and even her favorite diamonds.
Notably, Jonavili wasn't obsessively counting her treasures; instead, she had transformed into her human form and was soaked in a pile of mechanical parts.
Frustrated complaints had become the main melody echoing in the room.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. It's so annoying. Why are slightly higher-tier alchemy creations so complicated?
Damn it, is this gear too small? No way. Do I really have to remake it? But the materials are already...
Sigh... to hell with it, I'm done."
While Jonavili's occasional complaints continued, a knock came from the door.
Jonavili didn't even turn her head, as she already sensed who it was.
"What is it?"
Medusa's somewhat cold voice drifted in.
"Great Master, Xiao Shunzi and the others have discovered a suspicious cave. There are many monsters appearing to guard its surroundings."
Jonavili frowned and placed the gear in her hand on the floor.
"Since when does such a trivial matter need to be reported to me?"
Medusa's attitude remained respectful.
"Replying to Master, Xiao Shunzi also said that he felt strong magic fluctuations, as well as intense fluctuations of lightning, fire, and ice elements. There is something very strange inside the cave."
Hearing Medusa's words, Jonavili became interested.
"Could it be a rule manifestation area?"
One must know that the absolute first step to breaking through to Legendary-tier is to comprehend the rules.
After successfully comprehending the rules and breaking through to Legendary-tier, the essence and level of one's existence will be elevated, and the lifespan of any species will increase.
To better comprehend the rules, one must find a rule manifestation area, which can greatly increase the probability of success.
However, this situation doesn't quite apply to true dragons, or rather, it differs for the top tier of mythical creatures.
Dragons naturally advance to Legendary-tier upon reaching the adult stage, and their strength increases over time as a natural progression.
But strength does not increase indefinitely; the turning point is at the great wyrm stage. If one cannot pull through, then it's over; you die, and the Evil Dragon Divine Kingdom welcomes you.
But if one does pull through, then child, you are incredible; your strength, status, and level of existence all jump by an entire magnitude.
According to the records of the draconic inheritance, very few dragons successfully break through to the elder dragon stage. Among them, there was one, and only one, who was an existence of absolute authority, absolute power, and absolute evil.
He did it. He successfully became the one and only most powerful ancient dragon. All evil dragons would praise his name, and even Tiamat paled in comparison to him.
His title was the World Destroyer, the World-Ending Dragon, the Devourer of the World Tree, the Poison Abyss Dragon Emperor—Nidhogg!
He was an existence that made the world tremble, and even the gods were wary of him.
Although the last record of his appearance was at the demigod realm, everyone knew he had long since mastered Authority and was an uncrowned god in all but name.
Yet no one knew why such a terrifying existence delayed igniting his divine fire and stepping onto the path of gods to become a deity of the high heavens.
This was a question no one could answer, one that even the wisest sages in the world could not resolve even when gathered together.
Hearing no response for a long time, Medusa asked hesitantly.
"Master?"
Medusa's voice pulled Jonavili back from her wandering thoughts.
"Ahem, I understand. Where is the location?"
Hearing Jonavili's words, Medusa hadn't expected her master to actually be interested.
"Replying to Master, I will lead you there immediately."
Just as Jonavili walked out of her room, she happened to run into Furiel, who was also preparing to head out.
Jonavili nodded friendly as a greeting.
Furiel responded in kind and was about to walk away.
Jonavili's eyes darted around. She had almost forgotten Furiel's other identity—the gold-medal enforcer.
Jonavili hurried to call out to the departing Furiel, reaching out to grab her massive tail.
"Wait a moment."
Furiel shuddered, her raised dragon claw suddenly freezing in mid-air.
Feeling the strength on her tail, Furiel turned her head angrily and glared at Jonavili, wondering what on earth she was doing this time.
Realizing her rudeness, Jonavili quickly let go and gave an awkward laugh, but then put on a kind smile.
"My dear Furiel, would you be interested in accompanying me to explore a mysterious cave?"
Furiel rolled her eyes at Jonavili, looking like she was thinking 'I don't believe you for a second, you're definitely up to no good,' and rejected the proposal.
"Not interested."
"Oh? Is that so? What if I said..."
Jonavili slightly opened her draconic snout.
"There are gold coins inside?"
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