He might as well just find a group of Drow to finish him off.

At this thought, Christoph's initial anger seemed to evaporate. Watching David stand his ground despite the waterfall of blood gushing from between his scales, refusing to take even half a step back, he actually felt that this resembled his own daring escape from the Gloomy Region.

But back then, he was fighting for freedom. What on earth could this little guy be fighting for? He really couldn't figure it out. It was just an empty title, and that broken volcano was mostly destroyed, so why did this Red Dragon still care so much?

He smacked his lips and stated a fact, "If you strike now, you'll die."

What he didn't say was that if they kept this standoff going a little longer, he wouldn't even need to lift a finger; this Dragon whelp in front of him would simply drop dead on his own. This 'Godslayer Sword' was not something David could wield with the current strength of his young Dragon's body. Even he, a Legendary Dragon, lacked the confidence to wield it.

But David just grinned and said, "Don't worry. When my soul returns to the heavens and I see my Mother, I'll tell Her it was you, Lord Ancestor Christoph, who hounded me to death right on my own doorstep."

Then, his expression shifting dramatically, he wailed with a pitiful and woeful look, "I died so miserably! Mom, you have to avenge me!!!"

"Damnation!"

The Legendary Red Dragon Christoph cursed at the sky. Truly at a loss with this shameless 'God-child,' he turned to leave and ordered, "Let's go!"

The group of Dragonkin, terrified of contracting some strange Mana Energy radiation sickness, immediately hurried to follow. Only the Mixed-Blood Succubus, whom David had merely glanced at before completely ignoring from the very beginning, gave him a profound look. She didn't spout any harsh words like some witless caricature from a film or play; instead, she silently turned and followed.

Because she already knew the answer: If that Red Dragon named David Uthos really were to fight her... she, still not yet an adult, would most likely lose miserably. Very miserably.

Having flown only halfway, Christoph suddenly turned his head as if remembering something and asked, "Right, when I go looking for trouble with the Drow later, are you in?"

He hadn't forgotten this little Red Dragon descendant's glorious record in the Gloomy Region. Although Dragon Queen Tiamat herself had achieved most of it, his sheer audacity in venturing into the Gloomy Region as a youngling was enough to warrant 'cultivating their relationship'.

David, still in a 'sword-holding stance' and covered in blood, blurted out without a second thought, "But I'm still just a dragon child!"

Christoph, having already received his answer, immediately cursed under his breath and flew away.

Having navigated Barto Hell for many years, how could he not know this little fellow was also the type who wouldn't act without a clear incentive? No benefits? Why should he bother? But obviously, this place, with its many Dragons and much chatter, wasn't suitable for discussing such matters. It was better to wait until he found a place to settle down and build a Dragon Nest. Besides, this dragon whelp's temperament was just like his own, not at all like a typical Red Dragon—truly not easy to dismiss or manipulate.

It wasn't until the 'Red Dragon Ancestor' had completely departed that David, letting out a long sigh of relief, plummeted from mid-air in a shower of blood.

Luckily, the Green Dragon Nifadora caught him in time. Otherwise, falling from such a height with his terrifying body weight, he might have become the first Dragon in history to die from a fall.

"Are you okay? Do you need to use a Regeneration Spell scroll?" Nifadora asked with worried concern.

"I'm fine, help me back to the Nest... I just need to sleep it off." He was simply suffering from excessive blood loss. This had definitely turned from an aspiring, powerful strike into a 'Seven Injuring Fist' situation.

Just as David, with Nifadora's help, had barely made it back into the Nest and, after gorging himself on a large meal, was about to bury his head and catch up on sleep, the ground suddenly vibrated with a faint rumble.

Almost without thinking, he knew it was that old Dragon finding a place to build his Nest.

"Nifadora!" David called out.

"Here."

"Where did they choose?"

"The lair of Felicia, the Black Dragon Lord of the Doze Wetlands."

Oh, that's truly a misfortune for her. "Hmm, quickly tell the siblings Alfonse and Viola this terrible news."

David enjoyed watching trouble unfold.

Of course, it would be even better if he could convince a mature Black Dragon, one close to Legendary status, to build her Nest in his territory. But unless he himself reached Legendary status, before then, making Felicia, that mature Black Dragon, submit to him as Nifadora had was almost impossible.

There's plenty of time ahead.

It was just as he had told the Legendary Red Dragon Christoph.

He was still just a dragon child, after all. What was the rush?