The third son’s large dragon fists keep pummeling on and on, mercilessly and ruthlessly, at the body of the dragon dummy in front of him. Despite that, though dirtied with dust and mud, the dragon dummy remained unharmed and unfettered, as they kept jumping around tauntingly, raring him up to have another go.

The third son tried out everything to grind them into a pile of straws, but nothing worked. No matter how much he punched, clawed, or burnt them alive, the dragon dummy still stood up and dared him to try again.

The frustrated third son’s face is red with anger, like a kettle nearly blowing its top. He's now intending to unleash his true form, consequences be damned.

But, an irritating thought flashes through his mind…

'Kyu?(Eh?? You have to turn big in order to defeat this measly dummy? You, the so-called golden son of the Golden Scale?)’

‘Kyukyu (I only need only my tiniest of pinkies, from my tiniest of form, to blow it all away though? Hm, I wonder why…)'

'Kyu! (Oh yeah, forgot that I am the highest of dragon, while you’re only the thirdiest of third-rate! What should I be expecting from a third-rate lizard, coming out of a fourth-rate rabble, O Ho Ho…!)'

Imagining what that tiny disrespectful dragon would have said to him while having the mockiest of laughs, his golden-scaled face warped hatefully with veins popping all over, and steam leaking out of his long snout and sharp row of fangs. Releasing it all over the dummy, the red torrent of flame coming out of his mouth once again failed to reduce the dummy to cinder, as it continued hopping around, prompting him to unleash another barrage of claws at the dummy again, with no luck.

However, he refused to turn big, and wrathfully crush the dummy under his mountainous hand with sheer weight.

Instead, guided by his ceaseless anger, he maintained his Half-Dragon form. And while his eyes turn white from fury, his body’s movements became swifter, more direct, and more refined, removing all wasteful motions through sheer instinct. Each of his blows landed only at their vitals, crushing and mauling everything with the clearest of intent.

If the Patriarch of the Golden Scale saw him right now, he would be very surprised. Perhaps he would wonder if an ancient grandmaster had possessed his son.

Still, that doesn’t quite work yet. Despite turning into rags over and over, the dragon dummy still remained in one piece, getting more and more excited at the prospect of getting pummeled into a heap under the big muscular hands of a mighty warrior, barely catching their quickened breath.

Then, a vision comes over him, while he is at his most concentrated.

An image of the universe seems to shine from behind the dummy, illuminating through every straw. He began to see through every single aspect of the dummy, and feel every of its action as if they were his own.

He began to feel, how the dragon element ceaselessly poured out from his center, moved through his arms, rushing to the very tip of his claws, and plunged itself into the body of the dummy, biting and gnawing on each and every single fiber.

Chaotically and aimlessly, they lack focus and direction. The dragon element is so preoccupied with eating at what is closest to them that they spread themselves thin, and failed to penetrate.

Unable to influence the dragon elements of the other side, his disorganized fangs fall ineffectually against the sturdy and flawless wall of straw, of united and ordered dragon elements tightly bind into an endless layer of scales.

(…!Of course, why do I miss the obvious!)

An epiphany ran through his mind, like a bolt of lightning. At the same time, indignation flares up in his mind once more, for failing to notice it in the first place.

Guided by his anger once again, his ego gripped at his own heart like a vice, tightening his hold over his unfocused dragon energy. His will flow from the depth of his center to the tip of his claws forced his dragon elements to fall in line.

The disorganized mess that it was before, now united and flows together as one, forming into one. It flows together into a sharp-honed claw, and with a swift plunge, it finally punctures through the dummy's scale.

(Not yet, not good enough. More, and more…!)

Faster and faster, his claws and fangs chip through and tear apart more and more of the dummy's invincible hide, as it became more and more tatters.

Letting his anger rise more and more, his mind steadily becomes sharper and sharper, his mind now filled with the thought that irritates him the most, as his dragon eyes focus deeper and deeper.

(This isn't enough. That fucking little brat would have been sharper, more focused, more refined…!)

His mind endlessly replayed the scene in which the tiny white dragon completely humiliate him, without him being able to fuzzle even a single strand of her fur, without him being able to block her tiny claw even one little bit.

And of how her incomprehensibly dense dragon ceaselessly entered within him, without resistance, without remorse, without him being able to do a single thing, as it twisted up his inner without stop.

(Denser, denser, even denser…!)

He further compressed his energy inside himself until it was as hard and heavy as stone.

His dragon element, which was ceaselessly flowing out like water flowing downstream, now slowed to a halt, like molasses squeezing through a needle. Under sudden and immense pressure from the build-up inside his veins, his body suffers internal damage all over, forcing him to cough up blood.

Upon seeing that, it rages him on even more.

(Cough… Tch, How dare you stop me, my golden body!? If that puny brat can do it, why can't this great me do it as well!?)

(I command you to move, even if I have to rupture all my veins!!!)

Forcing it even further, the blood vessel all across his body rupture from the immense pressure, and then forcefully fused back together through sheer willpower. Even while he is continuing his ceaseless attack, his body soon burst out blood from all his orifices, and his eyes soon became filled with red.

But, that doesn't deter him, and he keeps forcing it further. In response, his golden body began to shine brighter and brighter, and each of his scales soon become tougher than it ever was before.

The molasses flow within him soon goes faster and smoother, as it rapidly travels from the depth of his heart to the very tip of his claws, now carrying enormous weight. Each of his blows is heavier than the last, and each of his scratches leaves a deeper wound.

Then, at the very peak of his concentration and fury, he remembers that final blow, and executes it.

With a straight, he rams his right hand deep into the gut of the insolent dummy in front of him, breaking through all of its scales and cracking open its rib. At the same time, he directly injects an endless, unceasing flow of energy into the dummy’s chest, carrying unthinkable weight and density. Finally, with a twist, that unending torrent turns into a mighty tornado, wrecking and warping every straw that makes up the dummy from outside and in.

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With his fist held high, the dummy trapped within soon crumples and crushed, until it's nothing more than a messy pile of hay.

Roaring toward the sky, he blasted all the clouds above the capital's sky, his scream filled with indignation.

(...Argh, not yet, not enough. There is something fundamentally different about the way that brat does it…)

Having a grasp of her technique that day, he now truly feels the enormous gap between him and her. Despite his golden body is even more golden than ever, he still can’t imagine himself beating her.

Moreover, he isn't sure which half he comprehends about her, and which half he doesn't. For all he knows, he might very well be just touching the very tip of her pinkies, that she mockingly hanging it just in front.

(...However, I am on the right track, I know I am. I definitely am grasping the foundation of it, so all that is left is just training)

(Just you wait, you little brat. Someday, when I finally mastered it, that brat is going to get it…!)

With completely unearned confidence, he points his head toward the sky as he looks solemnly into the distance. He wants to strike as cool of a pose as possible, so that the ladies that have been clearly looking at him all along can take a gander at his true manliness.

Instead of that, though, he gets a ball of mud thrown right into his back, by the healed-up dragon dummy, raring up for a round two.

“...Kuhuhu, you want another beating from me? WELL YOU ASK FOR IT, DAMN DUMMY!!!!”

With veins popping all over his face again, he once again embroiled in his personal quest to teach the dragon dummy what’s what…

... Blissfully unaware that no one actually takes a look at his “marvelous” performance at all.

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“Kyu...(...Honestly, it is a genuine talent to be that oblivious. Well, to some extent, all dragons need to be just a littttle bit up in their own butt.)” (Kyu Gal)

"Hm? What are you thinking of, Master’s dragon sister?” (Marco)

“Kyu (Nothing for you to be concerned about)” (Kyu Gal)

The fight is all over at that point, and so is the spectacle. Aside from some unimportant rabble happening in the background, all that’s left for her to do is wrap it up.

As such, deciding to keep it to herself, she then turns toward Venice to discuss the real business

“Kyu (Now then, since I have done my job here...you remember your part of the deal, right?)” (Kyu Gal)

“Eh?...Ah, of course! 70% of the total profit to Master, and 50% of my cut to you, right?” (Venice)

“Kyu (Kehehe... Good, look like you know how to keep a deal)” (Kyu Gal)

Snapped out of his stupor from the absurdity that had just ended, Venice replied with a polite smile as he rubbed his hand together in a cordial mood. Satisfied, Kyu Gal makes out a sly laugh, like that of a magistrate receiving hush money.

Looking between the two of them, Marco and Polo asked Venice in a hushed tone, looking completely confused.

“Hey, what do you mean by “profit”? I don’t remember us collecting any gold this whole time…” (Marco)

“Yeah, I thought we’re just doing it for the exposure.” (Polo)

“Kyu (Hm? Isn't that obvious? Venice has been streaming the entire thing behind your back this whole time.)"

""Ahhh...Make sense."" (Marco & Polo)

Of course, in this day and age, streaming inside a virtual game is both an essential and integral part of life.

As a basic function that every VRMMORPG should have nowadays, every single player have the ability to record and stream their time within the game to the outside world, in order to share all the cool and exceptional experience they have (and sating the desires of the certain few that want to take a gander at all the popular players and NPCs)

With the ability to monetize the content of your stream as well, supported by Parallel Inc., many people both make a living exclusively streaming Isekai Online content, and becoming rich and famous overnight for it. There are so many rags-to-riches stories on the internet through Isekai Online, that there is a forum dedicated to it.

Of course, Venice is no exception, just another player chasing after the Isekai dream, and lucky enough to make it rich.

“Well, that explains it. If I were smart like him, I secretly would have been taking streaming footage, and raking dough from Master’s shenanigan alone.” (Marco)

“If I were even smarter though, I would have easily figured out that so many other peoples will also come up with the same ideas... Ah, hence the whole “Disciples” and “Triumvirator” stuff.” (Polo)

“Kyu (Yep, the whole streaming gimmicks stuff...So, how many golds are we talking about here?)"

“Let's see...with around 1 million concurrent viewers at the moment, I would say around 100,000 golds right now."

“Kyu (And should be even more, after the post-production… We three should be getting the cut on that as well, right?)”

“Of course, of course. Nothing gets past your extreeemly keen eyes after all, huhuhu…”

“Kyukyu (Save your flattering, you can wait til we published the cinematic version to praise me to high heaven...Oh yeah, you’re still streaming right now, right?)”

“Yeah, of course. Why you-Woah!”

“Kyu (Let me borrow your shoulder a bit...Ahem.)"

Climbing up on Venice's shoulder all of a sudden, she clears out her throat a little, before pulling out the cutest face she can toward where the camera should be, waving hello with her little paw.

“Kyukyu~, Hello there all viewers! So, have you been enjoying the show, and more importantly, enjoying my flawlessly cutseeey appearance?”

Pulling out a cute voice only a veteran idol can make as well, even the buttkisser Venice get caught off guard, as he joins the rest of them looking at her incredulously, as she brazenly posing adorably on his shoulder without a care in the world.

Either way, her clear bell-like voice immediately caught the attention of everyone around her again, looking to see what she is up to this time. Even the dopey pair join to be a part of the peanut gallery, though they don’t have any clue what is going on.

“Well, after witnessing my absoluuuutely stellar commentary...wouldn’t it be a shame to not be able to see more of my faaabulous visage? To not be able to hear more of my wooonderfully cute voice?”

“Well, fear not! Soon enough, I will be hosting my very own streaming channel, featuring me, at the very center stage!! From casual streaming, to reaction vid, to the classic and usual Isekai Online gaming session! Soon, you will be able to look at and marvel at my glorious presence."

“Oh! but don’t expect me to come out often! I personally just do this for a laugh, at the expense of all my viewers' future shock and awe~~."

(((Urgh, such overwhelming confidence...Kinda annoying how she can absolutely back it up as well.)))

Looking at her sticking out her tongue and winking mischievously, all the players desperately held back their desire to rebuke her, as they tense their faces and grit their teeth. Knowing that they're annoyed, this absolute gremlin grin even harder than before, making them even more annoyed.

“Kehehe...Good, good, that's more like it. Oh, that reminds me..."

Absolutely feasting on their agonizing expression, she cheekily continues on, nodding in contentment (to the extremely irritated look of everyone). Then, acting as if they reminded her of something, she suddenly leaped forward, to the shoulder of a random player, getting caught completely by surprise.

"You."

"And you."

"And you as well."

"Oh yeah, don't forget you, also...”

Leaping from one shoulder to the next, she rounded up all the unsuspected players, like a predator playing with its prey. She then gently landed back on her previous spot, before calling them all out with an authoritative tone.

“Okay, all 13 of you sod right there. Do you think you can stream on Mari-sis’s contents as much as you please? “

((( !!! How does she know!? )))

“With eyes that obvious, how wouldn’t I know? Besides, it doesn't matter how I know right now, does it?”

Shocked that they get found out, the offending players looked on nervously at her, smiling as usual, swearing to themselves that she is glaring at them like a lion stalking a deer.

Though in this case, it’s more like a cat playing with a mouse.

Care naught for their reaction, she continues on, wearing the same mischievous smile as before, chastising them.

“Well, not that she minds, being so carefree and kind and all that, but it is preeety rude, don’t you think? After all, she has done all the work, while you guy here already take allll the profit.”

(((Like you're the one to talk…)))

"Eh, what did you say? Can’t a dear little dragon sister help out the middle sister by collecting what she should have earned for her and pocketing a few changes?”

(((Fucking shameless.)))

“Thank you. Speaking of, shouldn't you do the same as well? I mean, just look at her."

Following the tip of her finger, casually pointing to the side, the streamer players instinctively move their heads toward the rounded stage.

As such... they, along with millions of viewers total, manage to take a look at Marigold’s current state and become terribly surprised.

Letting what they saw hang for a while, Kyu Gal cheekily interjects their thought, as their chatlog blitzed at neck break speed.

“...Well? Seeing that, don’t you think it is really unfair to keep all the money? Just 10...no, even 20% of the revenue would be enough, you know?"

"Or, do you want to be the streamer that doesn’t donate to a poor little girl, especially after seeing what has cost her?"

With clear, innocent, and puppy-like eyes (and a shit-eating grin), she put her chin on top of her little paw, as she watches the restless bunch with intrigue.

Looking at her "official" debut, and the resulting mess from afar... All the players learn a lesson dearly in their hearts, with cold sweats on their backs.

If you want to mess around with her, make sure to dig your own grave.

“...I don’t really understand, but look like she’s getting something out of this once again.”

“I don't understand either, but as expected of the Absolute Dragon...Said, shouldn't we take this chance to ask Miss Dragon about what that technique really is?”

“Oh, yeah...Oi, can you please explain to us what the heck your sister does back then?"

"Sure, only because you ask nicely! So you see, what Absolute Fist is...”