Mystical Journey

The hideout was located on a faraway snowy peak at Elder’s Peak.

The snowy peak was not too high, probably just half length of Elder’s Peak at most. Large green forests surrounded them and occasionally, a few yellow trees could be seen. Huge flocks of Earth Dragons were roaming nearby. Some of these Earth Dragons were the deformed White Dragons whereas some were hybrids of Earth Dragons and other creatures. More or less, they still had the blood of a dragon.

Cocoreila brought Garen and the other Dragon Whelps to start a life here. She had thrown the three Earth Dragons off the mountain peak, leaving them to fend for themselves.

She brought the remaining five little guys into a dragon den and settled down, surrounded by the ice.

A dragon den was just like a bee’s hive. There were many huge hollows, and each of them was enough for a Dragon Whelp to live inside quietly. It acted just like a single room.

Life inside a dragon den was boring and tedious. Every ten days, Cocoreila would bring back a prey she had hunted down. Sometimes it was a giant creature which was enough for everyone to eat for a few days, sometimes it was tiny animals. Sometimes, there were still distant families of Earth Dragons.

There was no fire, so a White Dragon’s way of eating was to freeze the meat with chilled air and then chew it up. It was just like eating biscuits, crunchy and a bit fishy, but still very fresh. As for the Dragon Whelps, they have been eating such things besides the first few days when they still had milk.

Soon enough, Garen started to like this way of eating.

He lived in a small hole on the left side. All he had to do every day was just eat and sleep, move his body around after waking up, and just continue eating.

On the other hand, the other Dragon Whelps were different from him. They enjoyed messing around and fighting each other.

Furthermore, it was not just the playful kind, but real actual fights. White Dragon Mother Cocoreila, however, did not pay much attention to the Dragon Whelps’ fights. From her perspective, it was a method of training for them to hunt prey. The inherited memories clearly stated it already.

As for Garen who never participated in any of the fights, he was being antisocial in the eyes of the others. After all, there was no other dragon who was willing to get in contact with him as well.

And so, time passed day in and day out. Garen constantly searched for things and treasure that were able to improve his body’s qualities. The physique of the White Dragons in this world was too strong already.

As a Dragon Whelp, his body qualities had increased an average of ten points in just less than two months’ time!

Strength, agility, physique. This three aspects had had an average steady growth from the original one point to an average of over ten points. It was simply horrifying.

Garen still had not used his Soul Energy to nourish his body as he had already found a better use for it.

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Boom!

“Saone, you’ve lost! You must give your portion of meat today to me!” In the dragon den, two Dragon Whelps panted as they loosened their grip on each other. Both of them were bruised and scarred everywhere, apparently the aftermath of a fight.

On the side, two other Dragon Whelps observed silently whereas Cocoreila had gone out to hunt again. Since the Dragon Whelps were still growing, they required a huge amount of meat, hence why she had to keep hunting in order to meet the needs of the five Dragon Whelps.

“Alright, alright. I’ve let you go easy today, I wasn’t in the best condition!” Saone was the Dragon Whelp with the biggest head, but surprisingly, he could not fight against Satwo. As for Sathree and Safour, and Garen who was named as Safive, nobody could beat him, except for Garen who had never fought against him.

“Not the best condition again, how many times have you not been in your best state already? Haha…” Satwo laughed, his blue draconic eyes settling on Sathree and Safour who were standing by the side. The two little guys were immediately scared and shrunk back.

Satwo smiled in satisfaction. Apparently, he was extremely satisfied with his intimidation effect. He had finally established the first step as the leading authority among his brothers and sisters.

“After the newborn baptism, we shall begin our lives independently. Mother will no longer take care of us, and we shall have to do our own hunting by then. I propose that all five of us, brothers and sisters, should live together before we grow up.”

He said loudly, “When we are weak, we have to live in groups! This is knowledge engraved in our blood!”

“I agree.” Sathree was the first to reconcile. He was already scared of being beaten up by Satwo. It was alright if everyone’s physique was almost the same but Satwo’s muscles were too solid, and so he had a larger explosive power. If they fought one on one, even Saone with such a gigantic head could be easily flipped over. This added to the fear they had of Satwo.

“I think we should conquer the Earth Dragon creature,” suggested Saone.

“We can’t beat them.” Satwo shook his head, “I’ve sneaked down the day before and tried already, even the weakest dragon is still stronger than me.”

They were still Dragon Whelps, and even Saone who was the biggest in size was just almost as big as a wolf. It was practically impossible for them to beat those strong Earth Dragons.

As for Cocoreila, besides providing them with food, she had nothing else to do with them. Feelings in a White Dragon family was very indifferent. After a longer period of time, they would even drive others of the same kind out as they were competitors.

White Dragons were generally selfish, and Cocoreila was particularly prominent in this area. She was currently completely exhausted by the serious burden of raising five Dragon Whelps, and so she was gradually disliking these little things who get everything without working for it.

This kind of situation was not uncommon at all. A White Dragon’s fertility was not weak at all, being able to give birth after another decade to a considerable number of Dragon Whelps. That was why many Dragon Whelps were likely to be driven out of the dragon den and forced to survive alone.

Because of such dangers, Saone and the other dragons also began to think about their future lives carefully.

However, they were still two months old after all. Even if they had inherited knowledge, their minds were still not mature enough.

The four little dragons gathered together and began to discuss the arrangements for the future.

At the entrance of his small hole, Garen squatted down as he stared at his brothers and sisters below. He had been observing these Dragon Whelps for the past couple of days already and their average physique was estimated to be approximately ten points. Saone was the strongest one among all, reaching twelve points whereas Satwo was the fastest, reaching thirteen points.

The level was about there already. The world of dragon race was still indeed powerful, and they were now just ordinary whelps, which was almost equivalent to ten times of an ordinary human’s strength.

However, Garen was still using the basic human standard unit data of the previous worlds as he was still unclear of the human qualities of this world.

He crouched before the entrance of his hole and yawned.

He had a look at his current physical attributes.

‘Safive – Strength 13, agility 13, physique 11, intelligence 17. Potential 0%. Soul Limit 170.’

Safive was a name simply given by Cocorerila. The White Dragon Clan was declining more and more and if there were not a matter of a threat of survival, perhaps an organizational system like a clan would not even appear at all.

It did not matter to Garen anyway. His sole purpose of coming to this world was no any other reason than investigating the source of Mother Stream’s exhaustion. At the same time, if he could find a better road of change, he would straight away transfer as well. This world was clearly brand new and full of vitality for him.

Although dangerous, benefits also existed at the same time.

“So this is the results after two months of training.” Garen shook his head silently, “Just a little stronger than they are. Seems like the human form of training methods are not really effective for the dragon race…”

For the past two months, he had been exercising according to the way of practicing Secret Techniques. However, perhaps it was the incomplete rules, the results were not much, just slightly better than these Dragon Whelps who used the traditional way.

“Well, it’s still better than nothing. Let’s look at talent then…”

Garen settled his gaze on his own accumulated Soul Energy. The four Soul Rings, to be exact, were actually three complete perfect Soul Rings and a half Soul Ring, which generated two months’ worth of Soul Energy, all of which were accumulated by him. But not all were used directly on his body.

That was because he had discovered that after entering this world, his talents and powers seemed to have some subtle changes. They were now able to absorb his own Soul Energy to strengthen his body.

“Since when did this start?” Garen tried to recall and it seemed to have started since he completely fused his Soul Ring into his body.

“Since I can absorb Soul Energy now, I’ll have a look at the conversion efficiency of my Soul Energy into potential points.”

Garen squatted down and looked at the four Dragon Whelps below who were in the middle of a discussion as he slowly started to maneuver his accumulated Soul Energy, moving them toward the position of his talent and powers.

His talent and powers were located right in his eyes, or perhaps where his eyes were.

A tremendous surge of Soul Energy poured into his eyes rapidly.

Without blinking, Garen kept his gaze at his potential points.

Swoosh!

Sure enough, his potential points began to rise quickly, 20%… 50%… 110%… 150%…

The numbers jumped sharply.

His Soul Energy consumption was also alarmingly big.

After ten minutes, all his accumulated Soul Energy had completely entered the position of his talent, and fully converted into potential points.

“521%. That’s still okay.” Garen looked at his own data, a five-point attribute point could be used. It had only been two months’ time so it was pretty good already.

“Although the stronger the body, the more difficult it is to upgrade later, but at least I can still pass through my weak youth stage quickly.”

Garen looked at the Dragon Whelps below and added the five-point attribute point fairly to his strength and speed with zero hesitation. Cocoreila had become increasingly impatient with raising them so they were likely to be chased out of the dragon den to live independently at any time. Maybe they might be even eaten by dangerous creatures before they even live to their newborn baptism. For now, he should prioritize his own survival skills to protect himself.

Hunting was the only way to protect one’s growth and development.

After the addition, Garen looked at his attributes.

‘Safive — Strength 16, agility 15, physique 11, intelligence 17. Potential 21%. Soul Limit 170’

Swoosh!

Garen waved his claw, making a sharp whistling sound.

The laws of this world were extremely abnormal. Such physical qualities were not as strong as it was in other worlds but it was already suppressed here. Even Air Slash could not be used at all.

Garen continued crouching reluctantly as he waited for Cocoreila to return with food.

The sky gradually darkened and soon, it was nighttime. The sky turned dark already.

The dragon den was empty, only a few pieces of gem equipment that were collected by the White Dragon shimmered faintly.

Garen had heard Cocoreila introduce it once. This luminous equipment was a solidified Level-0 trickery lighting system. Trickery was a sort of spellcraft that intrigued him, that urged him to want to understand this power system. But obviously, the Adult White Dragon was not concern about this aspect. The Dragon Race was naturally immune to all spellcraft below Level Four, so far apart from the Level-Five Great Wizards. The other low-ranked Wizards were not even able to break them at all.

So that was not worth paying attention whatsoever.

Even the scales of the Young Whelps now were immune to Level-One spellcraft.

“Why isn’t Mother back yet?” Saone asked in a hushed tone, “Usually she’s back by this time already.”

“Maybe she was caught in the middle of something,” Satwo guessed.

“There are no creatures around that can actually threaten Mother though,” Safour did not like to talk much, but it seemed that his intelligence in analysis was better.”

“Just wait for a minute, maybe she’ll come back in a moment,” Saone suggested.

And so, the other Dragon Whelps continued waiting.

According to his inherited memories, family relationship between White Dragons as it is gave off serious insecurity.

Time passed quickly and a few of the Dragon Whelps took a nap and woke up once again. By the time they realized it, the sky was already bright again…

But mother dragon was still not back.

“Mother’s still not back,” Satwo said in disappointment.

“Maybe there’s too much food from this hunt and she’s trying to figure out how to get them back,” Sathree responded in a hushed tone.

“Yes, it happened the last time too,” Saone regained his confidence. “Satwo, let’s go play wrestling!”

Satwo agreed happily and the two Dragon Whelps began to mess around.

As for Safour, who was more intelligent, got somewhat worried. He stood at the side of the cave and looked out from time to time, hoping to see their mother’s huge figure.

Garen was still crouched in his own cave. He had already realized that something was wrong and that Cocoreila had probably abandoned them.

This was not uncommon at all in the Colorful Dragon Clans. Among Colorful Dragons, White Dragons were the weakest, but their fertility was the strongest. In addition to their extremely selfish nature, many mothers of White Dragons would abandon their whelps at the dragon eggs stage. There were also those who only abandon their whelps after the eggs were hatched, it was nothing unusual at all.

Hu…

He sighed.

From the treasures that were decreasing day by day in the dragon den, he had already been aware of it. Cocoreila obviously planned this earlier on already, transferring the treasures out bit by bit from the dragon den. Now she may have completely abandoned this few Dragon Whelps of hers.

Relative to the Earth Dragon creatures and other dangerous beasts in the outside world, including humans, Dragon Whelps were fragile. Once they were discovered, especially by human beings, getting caught to become a contracted beast was considered a good case as so often would they be slaughtered and broken down into various materials to be made into spellcraft objects.

That was because besides special groups of creatures, human beings rarely domesticated dragons of Colorful Dragon Clans, especially the most selfish White Dragons.

Fortunately, this place was not far away from the White Dragon Clan. They were still under the protection of the White Dragon Clan so they would not be in much danger. They could survive by hunting for themselves.

“Let’s wait for a while more,” Saone’s voice was heard again from below.

Garen got up and returned to his hole to rest.

In a blink of an eye, two days passed already and Cocoreila had yet to return.

Even Sathree who had always believed in their Mother was shaken by now.

“We’ve been abandoned,” Safour was almost sure of his own speculation.

The other three Dragon Whelps remained silent.