Indeed, it was a pig's call. Caesar emitted the murmurs of a jungle wild boar. This was not magic, but rather a hunting technique he had come up with during this period.

The vocal range of dragons was incredibly vast, and they could imitate the sounds of most creatures by precisely controlling the airflow and vibrations in their throat. However, the majority of dragons would never do such a thing as it was considered a shame to mimic the cries of other beings. Nevertheless, Caesar had no psychological burden in this regard.

This was also why he had left the river and entered the jungle, choosing to prey on carnivorous mammals. Although he could also imitate fish sounds and lure suitable prey in the water, it was difficult to attract the right creatures.

"Heh, heh..."

Caesar kept his breathing steady.

The jungle was hot and humid, and soon, the prey took the bait.

It was a jungle tiger.

This apex predator from his previous life had become a low-level existence in this strange world. In the dark realm, tigers played the role of prey instead of being the king of the jungle.

Though his scales seemed juvenile, Caesar still possessed formidable strength as a young dragon. This gave him confidence that he had the capability to overcome any beasts of similar size.

- As long as it wasn't a ferocious species.

Ferocious creatures were a general term for a series of specially enhanced beings. Perhaps a red dragon hatchling could face them, but Caesar knew that as a young black dragon, he wouldn't stand a chance against monsters of that level. Even several ferocious wolves had the ability to kill him.

Fortunately, the one taking the bait was just an ordinary carnivorous creature, a wild tiger.

After careful observation, Caesar determined that the target resembled the South China tiger from his previous life. Its body was orange with black stripes, and the high arch of its back muscles displayed its powerful strength. The tiger, hearing the wild boar's cries, was sniffing towards the direction where Caesar was located.

Caesar controlled his breath, continuing his murmurs with a calm and rhythmic tone. Evidently, the "wild boar" had not detected anything unusual.

Hidden beneath the thick vegetation, Caesar observed the tiger as it approached silently, moving cautiously. It had reached the range for an attack.

However, in the next moment, the wild tiger stopped, staying within its safe distance.

Had it been discovered?

No, it was simply the cautious nature of mammals. Although the feast was tantalizingly close, the tiger knew it was not the jungle's king. With its body tense, it began to pace and observe carefully.

What should Caesar do now? Should he attack or continue to wait?

The tiger's actions put Caesar in a dilemma. He was a complete rookie, and if he pounced directly at this moment, he wasn't sure if he could deliver a fatal blow at this distance. If the attack failed, it would be almost impossible for a young dragon to catch up to an adult feline.

But if the prey sensed something amiss and ran away, all his patience and waiting would be in vain.

"I can't rush, I can't rush."

Caesar comforted himself, forcefully pushing back the chaotic thoughts and calming himself down. At the same time, he slightly changed the tone of the wild boar's call, emitting a sharp squeal.

The prey seemed to be in pain, as if it was entangled in the undergrowth.

This thought flashed through the limited mind of the tiger. After lingering for several tens of seconds, it could no longer wait. It sprinted two steps forward, then arched its back and leaped into the thicket.

"Roar!"

The tiger's roar reverberated through the jungle.

Unfortunately, it had fallen into a trap, and what awaited it was not a sumptuous feast, but rather a deadly ambush.

When the ferocious tiger pounced, the soil in front of it opened up instantly, and the all-black dragon collided with it, its claws piercing the tiger's soft fur in the blink of an eye.

The tiger, who had grown up in the jungle, had never encountered such a cunning and treacherous dragon before. Caught off guard, its belly was torn apart cleanly.

Immediately after, Caesar rolled with the tiger, paying no heed to the fierce struggles. In the constant growls and roars, he crushed its vertebrae with a low roar.

"Success."

When everything was over, the young dragon released the lifeless body of the tiger, his tail drooping as he exhaled slowly.

This hunt was not physically taxing for a dragon, but the real pressure came from the mental burden.

In his previous life, let alone a tiger, Caesar hadn't even killed a chicken. Despite his fearless black dragon mother, he wouldn't have been able to withstand a face-off with a fearsome tiger, the pinnacle of the food chain in his previous world. He didn't have the mental strength for such a battle.

"Still too young."

Caesar sighed, reflecting on his mistakes afterward. From the moment the wild tiger leaped into the thicket, its fate had been sealed. He could have easily dealt a fatal blow like a true predator, biting its neck without any need for a struggle – a much simpler process.

Learning from experience and reflecting on mistakes.

Caesar criticized himself for a while, and after a brief pause, the little dragon lapped up the continuous flow of fresh tiger blood from the wound. Then, he carried his successful kill and quickly left the dense forest.

He didn't dare to feast on the spot. In the perilous and treacherous environment of the dark jungle, the scent of blood would attract more predators. Who knows what terrifying creatures might be lurking? In his current state, Caesar couldn't be considered powerful. He had to remain cautious at all times.

Therefore, even though his stomach was growling with hunger and he had lost a considerable amount of fresh tiger blood during the bumpy journey, Caesar suppressed his anguish, dragging the tiger's carcass back.

Time passed as he traversed the jungle. It wasn't until he safely returned to the marsh, entering the territory shrouded by the black dragon mother's dominance, that he finally breathed a sigh of relief, releasing the tension in his heart. Eagerly, he began to devour his hard-earned meal.

What kind of experience would it be for a black dragon to consume fresh meat?

It was like a person who had always eaten boiled meat suddenly tasting a dish of spicy stir-fried meat.

Caesar narrowed his eyes. Although black dragons had a sensory system that made them less repulsed by consuming carrion, he found that red meat gave him a more tender and delicious feeling, making it irresistible.

I wonder if one day, when I taste cooked meat, tears will flow?

He tilted his head, bloodstains adorning his mouth, amusing himself with his thoughts, letting out a chuckle. It seemed being a dragon wasn't too bad after all – at least he could eat a variety of foods without worrying about them being too spicy or sour and upset his stomach.

But soon, Caesar's expression turned gloomy again, and he felt dejected. The young dragon let out a sigh, his head hanging low as he shuffled towards the riverbank.

Because... it was time to consume dirt after the meal, the struggle of growing up. Oh, the sourness of my childhood.

Ugh, this stuff tastes terrible...

The sky gradually darkened as Caesar returned to his corner in the black dragon's lair to rest. The two dragonlings were sleeping soundly under the black dragon mother's wings, snoring loudly.

The journey in the jungle had left Caesar exhausted. He crawled onto the ground and soon fell into a deep slumber.

Neither knew how long had passed, but Caesar's hazy consciousness gradually became clear. He realized that he was no longer inside the black dragon mother's lair. Taking a look around, he found only an inescapable darkness.

Yet, a glimmer of light appeared nearby.

Caesar was not surprised. In fact, since arriving in this world, he had the same dream every time he fell asleep – he would assume the form of a black dragon and come to this desolate and pitch-black place.

The only difference now was that there was light in the darkness.