A terrifying pressure filled the air as the Titan appeared through the spatial gate, spreading around the pure white castle. All sounds of beasts, birds, and insects ceased in that moment, as if everything had fallen silent in anticipation of the arrival of this powerful being.

The giants accompanying Muria knelt down in unison at the sight of the black-haired, golden-eyed Titan, showing humble respect for his arrival.

"Father." In front of the spatial gate, only Muria was unaffected by the pressure. He stared somewhat blankly at the Titan who had appeared directly in front of him, tearing through space in a highly dramatic manner. The blood connection made him unconsciously call out.

"Mmm." Upon hearing Muria's voice, the legendary Titan Ansoel nodded indifferently in response, then dragged out a heavily built dragon from the spatial gate.

It was only then that Muria saw what his father, Ansoel, looked like now, and he was surprised to find that this powerful Titan seemed somewhat off.

Ansoel wore a set of black and gold-patterned full-body armor, covering every part except his head. The armor had a very antique style, with no extra decorations, and even the gold patterns were there only to better amplify and transmit the Titan's power.

The entire armor set looked ancient yet majestic, but Muria could see horrifying dents and claw marks on this legendary alloy armor, indicating that his father had experienced an extraordinary battle.

"When I was looking for a gift for you, luck struck, and I found a strong opponent." Muria's amazement was evident on his face, so Ansoel explained briefly before tossing something behind him to Muria.

"This is..." Muria looked shocked at the enormous object before him. It was a dragon, over one hundred and sixty meters long, its body enveloped in a faint glow, and its scales refracting light like diamonds. "Legendary Dragon Species, Power Dragon."

"This Power Dragon was quite a decent opponent. Fighting it was quite enjoyable. Unfortunately, it seems this dragon has just reached adulthood, and its strength is not yet sufficient. I felt a bit unsatisfied." Speaking of the battle, the Titan's expression changed from blank to excited, as he spoke to Muria in a tone of lingering regret.

"Unsatisfied..." Muria muttered, his lips twitching, as he looked at the Power Dragon thrown before him.

The appearance of the Power Dragon was extremely miserable, with its body covered in shattered scales and puncture marks. There were still remnants of golden electric arcs and small wind blades on it, the marks left by Ansoel's battle with it.

The residual power constantly clashed with the dragon's own strength, causing occasional bursts of transparent dragon blood to flow from its body, and the dazed Power Dragon twitched from time to time.

"Father, why did you bring it back? What do you intend to do?" Muria pointed at the Power Dragon, asking cautiously. He was astonished by his father's combat prowess.

Knowing that the Power Dragon is a formidable legendary species, capable of breaking through to legendary status during its youth and even challenging true gods in its ancient stage, Muria couldn't help but wonder if it was wise to bring such a creature home.

"This dragon seems to be in its youth stage. I want to have a proper duel with it when it matures. But I'm worried that I won't find it next time I go looking for it, so I just brought it back." Ansoel explained seriously.

Well, that's a reasonable explanation, Muria nodded to himself. Bringing the dragon home for future battles makes sense. But, wait, this is a dragon that can confront gods in the future, is it appropriate to bring it home as a pet?

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"Father, this is a Power Dragon. Aren't you afraid it will seek revenge on us once it fully matures?" Muria asked hesitantly, worried because the Power Dragon was indeed formidable according to his inherited memories.

"Revenge on us? Haha..." Ansoel paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, very hearty laughter, but Muria felt awkward because he didn't know what he had said wrong.

"Muria, my son, you are still young, but I can tell you now, even if an ancient Power Dragon dares to cause trouble here, besides turning its dragon body into a collection item for us Titans, there will be no other outcome." The legendary Titan Ansoel said with an air of dominance, exuding a spirit of invincibility. In his dark golden eyes, Muria saw the burning flames of Titan's substantive battle intent, his eagerness to fight a legendary Power Dragon.

"Oh, right, I went out to find a gift for you. Take a look, do you like it?" Ansoel tapped his head, remembering his purpose for going out, and then he bent down, pulling out one dragon egg after another from his storage space and placing them in front of Muria.

There were sparkling red dragon eggs emitting a sulfuric scent, crackling with red light; blue dragon eggs surrounded by blue electric arcs, emanating an ozone and sandstone smell; dark green dragon eggs with a scent of vegetation; faintly sour-smelling black dragon eggs; and white dragon eggs with frost condensing on their surfaces.

Muria stared dumbfounded at the neatly arranged dragon eggs before him, his mouth gaping wide. There were eggs of all five colored dragons laid out in front of him, but the problem was that each type of dragon egg wasn't just one, even the least quantity of red dragon eggs numbered thirteen.

Ansoel looked very satisfied with his son's shocked expression. According to the information he received from the Golden Dragon Mother, Atreus, Ansoel had understood Muria's expression as one of surprise.

"These are the gifts I prepared for you after consulting your mother. Due to some reasons, I haven't come to see you since you were born. Are you satisfied with this gift?" Ansoel looked at his son expectantly.

Muria heard his father's question and opened his mouth. What could he say? Should he say he hates these dragon eggs? He doesn't like these evil dragons? He doesn't want them?

If Muria were just a thirteen-year-old Titan and Dragon's son, he might have been very stubborn and said what he really thought. But he wasn't. He carried memories of being human for over twenty years, and there were things Muria couldn't say.

The only common feature of the five colored dragons is that they are all evil dragons, and their power attributes are different, so they choose to build nests in different places.

Red dragons like to build nests in warm mountains, preferably on volcanoes; blue dragons prefer to dig nests in deserts; green dragons like to nest in jungles; black dragons prefer warm swamps; and white dragons prefer to nest in glacier areas.

It can be imagined that Ansoel had to have visited the areas where each of the five colored dragons liked to live to collect these dragon eggs, and battles were also inevitable.

Protecting one's offspring is an innate instinct, and evil dragons are no exception. Of course, dragons are worse than other creatures in this regard. They will abandon their offspring when faced with life-threatening situations. But even so, collecting dragon eggs would not have been easy for Titans.

Among the five colored dragon species, the number of legendary ancient dragons is not scarce. Muria suspected that the dents and claw marks on his father's armor were not only left by the Power Dragon, but probably also by legendary evil dragons.

"I really like this gift, Father." Muria's face lit up with a brilliant smile, genuinely happy.

"Haha, that's good." The majestic Titan, Ansoel, listened to his son's response, his face also showing a very happy smile. "Because of your mother's influence, I couldn't find any Metallic Dragon species. The number of Gemstone Dragon species is too scarce, and they are also a lawful race, so I can't cause trouble with them. Therefore, I could only collect the most numerous Five Colored Dragon species. Since you seem satisfied, I'm relieved."

Muria maintained his smile, feeling warm in his heart and slightly teary. From his father's words, if he hadn't been satisfied with these evil dragon eggs, his father intended to cause trouble with the Gemstone Dragon species. With such a father, what could he be dissatisfied with?

"Now that you like these dragon eggs, take good care of them. These are evil dragons. If they don't behave, don't show mercy, and use your fists to teach them obedience." Ansoel advised Muria, adhering to the principle of "action over words."

Hearing his father's words, Muria felt his smile gradually stiffening, but he still had to nod in agreement and echo his father's advice.

"Well, that's all I have to say!" Ansoel, with his black hair and golden eyes, seemed as unmoving as a mountain, speaking few words, but once he started talking, he was unstoppable, giving Muria a great sense of discomfort. However, this only made Muria even more appreciative of his father.

Ansoel looked down and saw the Power Dragon that had been in his grip all along, its eyelids twitching, showing signs of waking up. He then exerted force on his arm and gave it a strong shake. Crackling sounds echoed, making Muria's teeth ache. The young Power Dragon fainted even more thoroughly.

"I'm leaving now. Stay here and take care of the dragons." After giving a greeting, the legendary Titan tore open the space and dragged the Power Dragon inside.

After watching his father's figure disappear, Muria turned to look at the many giants still kneeling on the ground. His father hadn't looked at these giants from start to finish, but they still remained kneeling respectfully, without making a sound.

"You can all get up now. My father has left." Muria ordered calmly. Only then did the giants, who were about to bury their heads in the ground, stand up one after another, looking at Muria with even more awe. They had just witnessed the true power of the Titans, as real as the legends.

"Abbot, Bolton, all the leaders of the Cloud Giants, come here." Muria surveyed the numerous dragon eggs on the ground and called out to the leaders of the Cloud Giants.

"From now on, only use gems, crystals, gold, and silver to decorate the castle in front of me. As for the other castle, paintings and sculptures will suffice. At the same time, remove all the gemstones, crystals, and gold and silver inlaid in that castle. Strip them all for me."

"Your Highness, why is that?" One of the Cloud Giant leaders asked in confusion. He didn't understand why the precious decorations that were already in place needed to be removed.

Muria glanced at him and then pointed to the dragon eggs on the ground. "That castle is where I plan to raise dragons!"