"Crack! Crack!" The familiar sound of eggshells breaking echoed in Muria's ears.

"Haha, today is truly a good day," Muria exclaimed with joy as he looked at the red dragon egg in the room, which was beginning to crack. After nurturing these dragon eggs for so long, they were finally about to hatch.

During his slumber, Sophia diligently took care of these six red dragon eggs, constantly replacing the depleted fire elemental crystals, which had turned into ordinary crystals over time.

So, after three years, Muria could witness the hatching of the red dragon eggs on the day of his awakening.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

To Muria's delight, the sound of five dragon eggs cracking in succession echoed through the room. This meant that all six red dragon eggs had hatched successfully, with not a single one being a dud.

One by one, the red dragon eggs shattered, revealing six red dragon hatchlings the size of pony foals. After their birth, they began to utter their true dragon names in order of birth.

"Auston Igneel."

"Cynthia Igneel."

"Andre Igneel."

"Jessika Igneel."

"Albert Igneel."

"Lunata Igneel."

After uttering their true names, the six hatchlings immediately bent down to nibble on the shell fragments of their eggs, paying no attention to Muria and Sophia standing nearby.

These red dragon hatchlings, born with high intelligence, knew that they were not in danger. After all, these two individuals emitting an annoying scent had been with their dragon eggs for three years and would not harm them.

"Crackle!" As Muria watched the hatchlings eat the eggshells, a smile spread across his face. Six dragons, three males and three females, a perfect balance. Muria felt a great sense of accomplishment because he had successfully hatched all six red dragon eggs.

"Sophia, bring some meat," Muria ordered the head maid. He knew that eggshells alone wouldn't fill the hatchlings' stomachs; they needed more food.

The blonde girl looked at the excited Muria and sighed softly, shaking her head. She left and soon returned with six pieces of dried meat, dried by the sun, and handed them to Muria.

Muria frowned. "Why this kind of meat?"

"Dragons, even hatchlings, can eat metal stones when they're hungry. Dried meat is enough for evil dragon hatchlings," Sophia replied.

Muria nodded and squatted down, holding the small pieces of dried meat, which were like pillars of meat to Sophia. He picked one up and offered it to the hatchlings.

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"Auston, here, have some meat," Muria said with a gentle smile to the first-born hatchling, who had already finished eating its eggshell and was eyeing its siblings' shells.

The hatchling, Auston, raised its disproportionately large head, looked at Muria, and after sizing him up for a moment, moved its limbs covered in fresh red scales and grabbed the meat, pulling it towards itself.

One by one, Muria called out the names of the other red dragons and handed them their share of the dried meat.

But when Muria was about to give the last piece of dried meat to the last-born hatchling, Lunata, Auston quickly finished eating a piece of meat that was half its size.

The hatchling, with a disproportionately large head and small body, looked back at Muria. It licked the meat residue between its teeth and commanded in dragon language learned from inherited knowledge, "Give me the meat in your hand. I'm still hungry."

Muria frowned, suppressing his rising anger. "Auston, this is your sister's meat. If you're not full, wait a moment, and I'll give you more later."

"I want to eat now." Auston opened its mouth and spewed a stream of red dragon flame. It began to reveal its true nature as an evil dragon, greedy and arrogant.

"Impossible." Muria handed the dried meat to the female hatchling, Lunata, who was watching him eagerly.

Lunata, the last-born, was smaller than her siblings and looked a bit frail. If her older brother really wanted to compete with her for food, she would have to go hungry. So she could only rely on Muria.

Roaring in frustration, Auston flapped its wings, which now seemed sturdier, though it couldn't fly. It charged towards Muria.

"Damn it." Muria looked in shock as the hatchling bit his wrist. He hadn't expected the hatchling, born with high intelligence, to attack him regardless of their size difference.

The other hatchlings also showed signs of eagerness to attack, seemingly eager to join their older brother in attacking Muria. Seeing this, Muria's anger flared even more.

The burning anger consumed Muria's reason. He grinned sarcastically, "So I hatched you only for you to attack me?"

Muria stood up, raised his left hand, and then swung it down heavily. Incredible force struck Auston, and the hatchling was thrown away, drawing a graceful parabola with its body.

"Snap!" The hatchling crashed to the ground. The crystal floor, covered by the magic circle, was extremely hard and did not cushion the impact but instead exacerbated its injuries.

Roaring in pain, Auston struggled to get up. Its wing on the side that hit the ground was tightly pressed against its body. Clearly, it was broken, and its front leg and hind claw on the same side were twisted abnormally.

"Not bad for a dragon, even a hatchling, to have such strong vitality." Muria looked at the hatchling, who was struggling to stand but still roaring at him. A sinister smile appeared on his face.

A burning rage consumed Muria. He glanced at his wrist, where there was only a barely noticeable red mark. The hatchling's strongest attack hadn't even broken his skin. This tiny bite mark wasn't the reason for his anger; what angered Muria was the hatchling's behavior.

He had nurtured these eggs for three years, and what hatched out dared to view his kindness as weakness and attack him for a piece of dried meat.

Muria walked over to Auston, picked it up, and held it by the chest and abdomen. He smiled at the hatchling, which was still trying to lower its head to bite him, "Sorry! I forgot that you're an evil dragon hatchling. I'll remember that from now on."

"Let go of me, you despicable gold dragon!" Auston mistook Muria for a pure-blooded gold dragon because of the heavy golden dragon aura emanating from him. This was one of the reasons it attacked him.

Muria completely ignored Auston. He turned to the other hatchlings, who were watching him with fear in their eyes, and smiled warmly, "From today on, I'll teach you all a lesson. Anyone who dares to attack me will face severe punishment."

"Just like now." Golden thunder emerged from Muria's hand and surged into Auston's body.

"Ahh!" Auston, originally looking fierce and wanting to continue biting Muria, let out a miserable scream as the golden thunder surged through its body.

"Listening to the pitiful screams, the other five dragon hatchlings recoiled, their gazes towards Muria turning fearful. This guy was just too brutal!

Under the assault of the golden thunder, Auston's crimson scales began to char, emitting wisps of smoke along with the smell of singed flesh permeating the air. After a heartbreaking wail, Auston rolled its eyes and passed out, knocked unconscious by the intense pain.

With a thud, Muria tossed the dragon, its body mostly covered in blackened scars, onto the ground. The lightning had shattered its scales into fine carbon residue, a sight that made several hatchlings tremble in fear.

"Don't worry, it's not dead yet!" Muria, initially concerned that he might have killed the dragon in a fit of rage, felt relieved when he saw its chest still faintly rising and falling. Despite enduring such trauma, Auston was still alive. With the resilience of dragonkind, as long as it wasn't dead, no matter how severe the injuries, it would eventually recover.

"Sophia, tidy up a bit. Don't let them leave the room. The rest is up to you," Muria instructed before leaving the room, addressing the maid who had watched everything unfold without flinching.

"Yes, Master Muria," Sophia nodded.

"Phew!" Muria exhaled deeply as he stepped out of the room, as if expelling all the frustration from his heart.

"Ingrained thinking can be deadly," Muria sighed, realizing how his memories from his past life still influenced his judgment.

"Every dragon is born wise, with its own standpoint," Muria chuckled self-deprecatingly. "I knew this, yet I still harbored fantasies about these dragon hatchlings. Despite being familiar with my scent, they still viewed me, with my golden dragon blood, as an enemy from birth.

"The Golden Dragon Mother tasked me with raising these evil dragon hatchlings with a gentle attitude, but it's absolutely futile. The first line of the 'Three-Character Classic' should be modified to describe them perfectly: 'At the dragon's beginning, its nature is evil.'

"Dealing with evil dragons requires using violence for education. Hah, just like how Crystal Dragons can nurture chaotic and evil White Dragons into orderly and good ones, I can also transform these stubborn dragons into obedient ones, like Husky Dragons."