The golden-red sun had sunk more than half below the sea level, and the afterglow of the setting sun scattered over the sea, dyeing most of the sky red. On the platform of the Crystal Castle, the cloud giant guards in magnificent armor were still faithfully performing their duties at the gate.

Suddenly, on one of the platforms, a fifteen-meter-tall cloud giant looked up at the sky, a joyful expression on his face. In the direction he was looking, a huge humanoid creature was slowly descending towards the location of the castle, flapping its wings.

Muria flapped his wings and descended slowly. After a considerable amount of time, he finally landed on solid ground. There was no way he would dare to perform the fancy maneuvers of the dragon leader's rapid descent. His life was at stake.

"Young Master Muria." The cloud giant leader greeted him with joy. "You've learned to fly so quickly. It seems that Bart did his duty well."

"Hehe." Muria smiled weakly. Although he had learned to fly, he felt no gratitude towards the dragon leader who taught him. In fact, he even felt a bit resentful. That cursed golden dragon beast's teaching method was too simple and brutal. He was thrown directly from over ten thousand meters in the sky, and the first time, Muria didn't manage to use his wings properly to fly and ended up free-falling. After falling thousands of meters, the golden-scaled dragon caught him, and then carried him back up to ten thousand meters, only to throw him down again... catch, carry, throw down. That was how the dragon leader taught Muria to fly, with no words or experience, just letting him figure out how to fly using his wings and tail in countless free falls until he found the most suitable way to fly.

Indeed, this method allowed him to learn to fly in the shortest possible time, but it was too direct. But Muria couldn't do anything to the dragon leader. That dragon was related to his mother and was different from the giants who truly respected him.

"Abbot, why are you still here?" Muria looked at the cloud giant leader strangely. There were a total of one thousand eight hundred cloud giants guarding the castle, led by eighteen fifteen-meter-tall cloud giants who rotated in guarding the castle.

"Your Highness Muria, it's not time for the shift change yet." Abbot smiled innocently.

"Is it?" Muria was skeptical as he looked at the sun, which was almost completely submerged in the sea.

"You, Abbot, are you delaying the time just to wait for His Highness Muria?" Just then, a loud voice sounded behind Muria.

Muria turned around to see a fifteen-meter-tall cloud giant leader holding a hammer, leading a hundred cloud giants onto the castle platform.

This was a cloud giant leader who was extremely burly even among giants. At this moment, the leader looked unfriendly at Abbot, but when he turned his gaze to Muria, it became incredibly respectful.

He knelt down with enthusiasm along with the giants behind him. "Your Highness Muria."

Muria's face twitched. He waved his hand. "Get up, Commander Bordon."

The burly Commander Bordon stood up with a huff, his eyes wide with anger as he stared at the embarrassed Abbot.

"Enough, Commander Abbot, you and your men go rest!" Muria quickly intervened to prevent the two leaders from fighting in front of him.

"Yes, Your Highness." Abbot, as if granted amnesty, quickly led his subordinates away from the other side of the castle platform, seemingly fleeing because he felt what he did was not right.

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"Hmph." Watching Abbot hurriedly leave, Commander Bordon snorted coldly, then turned his head to Muria. "Your Highness, that Abbot guy is too despicable. He actually obstructed my meeting with you. Sooner or later, I will settle the score with him."

"No need for that, Commander Bordon. If you want to see me, just tell the castle maids."

"Hehe!" The giant leader, with a full beard, smiled suddenly as if offering a treasure. He took out a silver-blue irregular metal piece from his pocket and handed it to Muria.

Muria raised his eyebrows, took the piece of silver-blue metal, felt its weight in his hand, and showed a look of confirmation. "Mithril."

This was a type of magical metal famous throughout Eurasia for its hardness and high energy conductivity. Alongside orichalcum and mountain copper, it was one of the three most easily obtained legendary metals.

There were descriptions of these materials in the dragon's heritage. Mithril, orichalcum, and mountain copper could all be used to forge legendary weapons. However, what made them famous was not their potential for forging legendary weapons but their high production relative to other rare and hard-to-obtain legendary metals.

In Eurasia, only these three metals were accessible to creatures below the legendary level. For other legendary metals, don't even think about them until reaching the legendary level.

"Bordon, you're lucky to get such a big piece of mithril." Muria played with the legendary metal and handed it back to the giant leader.

The burly giant leader quickly waved his hand. "Your Highness Muria, this is a gift for you. How can I take it back?"

"A gift for me?" Muria was surprised. Although mithril had a relatively high yield compared to other legendary metals, overall, it was still very rare. It was a metal that many creatures coveted but could not obtain even if they were legendary.

"I don't need it now. You keep it. It can greatly improve the quality of your hammer." Muria didn't hesitate to return the mithril.

"Your Highness Muria, this metal is perfect for forging your exclusive weapon." The cloud giant leader didn't give Muria a chance to speak and quickly ran away, calling back as he ran, "Only this metal is worthy of you. And the quality of the hammer now is sufficient for me to use; there's no need to upgrade it further."

"Sufficient for use?" Muria smiled and looked at the piece of mithril in his hand. "In this world, I'm afraid no one would dislike their weapon becoming better!"

"What does the Titan's bloodline mean?" Muria held the mithril, not returning it, walked down the stairs, and returned to the castle.

Back in his room, Muria immediately noticed the baby dragon chewing on dried meat.

This baby dragon, who had been electrocuted to near death before Muria left the room, now looked lively and showed no signs of being on the verge of death.

The dragon named Austen, whose body was mostly covered in blackened scales from the lightning strikes, now had shed most of the blackened scales and dead skin. Only a few burn marks remained.

When the baby dragon Austen noticed Muria entering the room, its body trembled visibly, and it tried to move away from Muria with the meat in its mouth, but it quickly gave up on this weak behavior because Muria had already walked up to it and was staring at it.

Muria saw Austen's behavior and nodded in satisfaction. This reminded him of an ancient saying that had been passed down for thousands of years: "Under the stick, children become filial." Although this stick education had its problems, for Muria, who was raising a baby dragon, stick education was the most suitable path for him.

He walked up to Austen, staring at it mainly to observe the changes in its body. As the baby dragon continued to eat, the changes in its injuries were very obvious. Under Muria's gaze, a piece of dead skin with more than a dozen black dragon scales fell off the baby dragon's body, naturally.

Then, fibrous crimson muscles were exposed, followed by a visible membrane rapidly growing, covering the exposed muscles, and finally, more than a dozen light red dragon scales grew out of the membrane. With time, their color deepened until they became a bright red.

"Such a terrifying growth rate." The changes that occurred in such a short period amazed Muria, but then he thought, "Speaking of which, my Golden Dragon bloodline is of a higher rank than this red dragon, so I should have a more terrifying growth and recovery rate than Austen."

Muria raised his pale hand and looked at it, pondering for a moment before giving up the idea of experimenting with his own recovery ability through self-harm. "I don't have a masochistic tendency. Let's wait until I'm injured before doing such things."

"Roar!" Just as Muria was thinking about his recovery ability, a loud, comfortable dragon roar echoed through the castle, causing Austen to drop the dried meat and cower on the ground, and the other five baby dragons to huddle together, shivering in a corner of the room.

"What special day is it today?" Muria looked up at the ceiling. "The Golden Dragon Mother has awakened."

"Oh, not bad, my son. You've actually hatched all the red dragon eggs." A voice of praise came from behind Muria.

Muria immediately turned around to see a door opening halfway in the air of his room, revealing a space with a golden mountain. The golden-haired maiden, who had transformed into a breathtakingly beautiful gold dragon mother named Athris, was stepping through the space door.

"Madam Athris." "Madam Athris."...

Sophia, the dragon maid who took care of the baby dragons in the room, led the group in greeting the castle's mistress when Athris appeared.

"It's Sophia." Athris nodded. "You've been taking care of Muria for these years."

"Taking care of Young Master Muria is my honor, Madam Athris." Sophia replied very respectfully.

"Little Muria, you've grown up again." Athris looked at the eight-meter-tall Muria, "But compared to your father, you're still a little squirt."

"My father." Muria's expression became subtle. Except for the one time he saw the dignified and majestic black-haired, golden-eyed "man" when he was born, he had not seen him again until now.

"Cough." Athris also remembered that Muria had only seen Ansoel once and cleared her throat. "Your father is very busy right now, so he doesn't have time to see you."