She laughed out loud.
"Milady, are you really willing to incorporate Eryke into our Dragon Family and use him as a breeding tool?"
"What do you think?" Eleanor looked at the white-haired old man.
"This… wouldn't it cause chaos?"
She shook her head with pity.
"Do you know why we have not crushed every single head of those humans until now, even though we should be stronger than them?"
"Population." The old man bowed, then his eyes immediately widened.
"Milady, are you truly going to do that?"
"Haha, that's right. A human body but the complete bloodline of our Dragons—not to mention, he also has excellent talent and is not a native of this world."
"Will he agree?"
"Can he disagree?" She sneered with disdain.
The old man still wanted to say something, but Eleanor frowned in displeasure, causing him to shut up almost immediately.
The painful scream finally stopped, and Eleanor entered the room again.
She looked at Eryke as he remained seated in the chair, his hair disheveled and his body weak.
But at the same time, his vertical pupils had completely turned crimson red.
His hand had transformed into a claw, and his mouth had elongated into a snout… a dragon's snout.
From now on, Eryke the First no longer exists. Instead, he was Dragon Eryke the First!
"What was your name previously?"
Eryke the First looked at her with drooping eyes.
"Eryke."
"You will be called Drayken from now on."
Drayken only heard this soft whisper through the blur of voices before his world turned completely blank.
The next moment, he woke up, groggily opening his eyes, still feeling tired.
Then, he sighed before sitting cross-legged and began exploring the molecules inside his core.
"This is supposed to be mana, right? Something I can control freely."
Rubbing his chin, he extended his hand. Some of the molecules gradually gathered from his core, accumulating in his palm.
Then, Drayken began to imagine.
It couldn't be something as simple as fire—it needed to have a feel to it, like a… fireplace. The warm heat from it would chase away all the cold.
Gradually, a small globe of fire appeared, hovering in his hand.
Then, he threw it at the concrete wall.
Bang!
A trail of scorching smoke lingered in the air, and the wall was slightly burned.
Drayken was dumbfounded as he carefully examined the damage.
"This small fire… shouldn't have caused such damage."
He was confused.
Magic could be described in three simple steps: first, the accumulation of molecules; second, imagining and forming a mental image with a distinct feel; and finally, execution.
This knowledge came from the main body. However, such a small fire shouldn't have been able to damage this wall, which was likely reinforced.
Even with his current strength, it was hard to even dent it.
Once again, Drayken gathered the molecules, accumulating them in his hand.
This time, he envisioned a volcano—a place where a person would burn alive until not a single bone remained.
As he formed the mental image, the molecules drained from his core until it was nearly empty.
A stinging sensation made his wings recoil, and his hand was scorched ever so slightly.
When he opened his eyes, a small ball of flames hovered in his palm, but this time, water circulated around it.
Although it appeared similar, the temperature had increased by at least ten times!
"This destruction…" he sighed, tightening his fist. The fireball snapped, and the leaking molecules were slowly reabsorbed into his body.
"Magic is really mysterious."
Seeing that there was no prompt in his system, he felt inevitable dissatisfaction, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Suddenly, he paused—the main body had contacted him!
The instruction was to send mana to him.
"Can I even do that?"
Nonetheless, he followed the main body's instructions, circulating the molecules stored in his core around his body in a controlled cycle.
After the fifth rotation, the mana suddenly vanished from its place.
"Woah, it really works."
Not only was Drayken surprised, but Eryke was as well.
***
At this moment, he was in the gym, casually lifting 100 kilograms without breaking a sweat.
This might not seem impressive, but considering that not long ago he had been a disabled person, it was a remarkable improvement!
After training for four hours straight, he finally sat down, letting the heat of his sweat cool off.
"Ho, this is refreshing."
Every drop of sweat dripping from his body was proof of his hard work.
This was the evidence—his progress!
As he was heading back, he noticed a woman waving at him with a smile.
"Hello, handsome."
"Hello," Eryke replied with a smile.
"How are you doing? Are you new around here?"
"Yes," he nodded.
The woman before him was slim, with long pink hair tied in a bun.
She stepped closer and whispered in a gentle breath,
"Come to me sometime, we can exercise together. The name's Lillian."
Then, she turned and walked away.
"Umm." Eryke rubbed his head with an awkward smile and continued on his way, a thought lingering in his mind:
*Why have women become so attracted to me?*
Back home, he slumped onto his bed and willed a blue panel to appear in front of him.
His lazy, droopy eyes scanned the interface. The only thing he hadn't checked yet was Titles.
These titles couldn't be underestimated—the benefits they provided were countless.
"One time, I heard about an A-rank Awakener who managed to defeat a Malevolent monster—the famous [Last Man Standing] title."
Eryke sighed.