"Enlarge? This is just a spell for laughs." Murray glanced at the spellbook in his hand, then tossed it away. The invisible servant caught it and returned it to its original shelf, while Murray remained vigilant and obedient.

Enlarge, a 1st-level spell. Simply put, it can increase the size and strength of a humanoid creature. But it was obvious that if used on Murray's true form, it would be completely ineffective. And on his human-like form, what's the point? He might as well just transform back into his true form.

"Many low-level spells are simply not worth learning. Even if you do learn them, it's a waste of time. I wonder what those mages were thinking when they created them." Murray looked at the floating spellbooks in front of him, carefully reading their effects.

"What's this? Tongue of Tentacles, turning the tongue into tentacles." Murray looked disgusted. "I can guarantee that the mage who created this spell was definitely a weirdo."

"Minor Wound Repair. For minor wounds, I can heal faster on my own than casting the spell. No need to learn it."

"Swimming Acceleration. Heh, I'm a man who can fish underwater."

"Shrink. Ugh, I'm already small enough."

"Motion Sickness Resistance. First, I need to have a boat."

"I won't look anymore. First-level spells, there aren't many really useful ones. Most are just support spells, and the direct attack ones are too weak. They're useless against those dragon hatchlings. Only the spells enhanced by my bloodline have some potential."

"Second-level spells are not bad, but why are there still tentacle-based spells? Sharp Fang Tentacle, extending a tentacle from the hand and then splitting it into three smaller tentacles, each with a mouth full of teeth." Murray grimaced. "What a weird spell. What normal mage would learn that!"

Murray picked and chose, throwing away the spellbooks he didn't like or found too bizarre, and only selecting the ones he found appealing...

"Alright!" Murray stretched lazily. "I've almost exhausted my mental energy just by constructing five second-level spells. Mental energy is really too limited, not enough at all."

Murray unconsciously said something that would make a normal Silver Mage want to vomit blood. Unlike typical mages who carefully considered before starting to construct spell models, Murray directly used a large amount of mental energy to brush up his proficiency.

Normal human mages were cautious. Typically, after completely memorizing the spell model, they would ponder for ten days or half a month, aiming for success in one attempt, with worst-case scenarios being successful within three tries.

But Murray, he could fail to construct even the most basic cantrip more than ten times, not to mention second-level spells that were two orders of magnitude more difficult. In fact, he had successfully constructed a fourth-level spell, Polymorph, after just a few failures.

Compared to the mental energy used in successfully constructing spell models, the mental energy consumed in failures accounted for more than ninety-five percent of Murray's total mental energy. This was the cost of constructing spell models multiple times in a short period, but the energy could be replenished with a good sleep.

"This world is really unfair," Murray sighed. He was no longer the clueless newcomer to Erasia. In the Golden Dragoness's library, he could learn everything he wanted to know.

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"Fortunately, I'm not the one lamenting the unfairness of the world." Murray sighed again and shifted his focus. Now, all his energy was focused on how to enhance his combat power.

As for increasing his strength, Murray felt he didn't need to worry about it. He could grow stronger just by sleeping every day. There was no need to think too much about it. The only thing he needed to consider was how to effectively utilize his strength and turn it into real combat power.

"I'm fully utilizing my mental energy to improve my spellcasting ability. I'm already doing that. Now, I can't continue constructing spell models." Murray thought carefully. "Whether it's the Golden Dragon or the Titan, spellcasting ability is just a decoration for their reputation. What really made them famous in the world was their close combat prowess."

"So, my main focus should be on improving my close combat fighting ability." Murray nodded to himself. "Punching and fighting fist to fist is quite exciting, but it's easy to get injured."

"In close combat, the relevant knowledge is all in the Titan's legacy." Murray flipped through the memories of the Titan's legacy, his mouth twitching. He had long received the legacy knowledge, but he had never had the chance, or subconsciously didn't pay attention, to carefully read it. Now, upon closer examination, Murray was overwhelmed.

"Should I say they truly deserve to be the legendary fighting race of the world? Besides the basic Titan and Giant languages, the rest are all combat-related knowledge."

The second time he received the Titan's legacy, it was purely combat knowledge. Let me see what's in here, "Choosing and Using Weapons," "Techniques of the Double-Bladed Battle Axe," "How to Accurately Throw a Spear," "Basic Techniques of the War Hammer"...

Looking at this long list of various weapon techniques, Murray's head began to spin. His family seemed to be quite perverse. In his mind, besides the basic language knowledge, the Titan's legacy was all about combat.

"With my current physique..." Murray thought about his still somewhat baby-like body with a bit of disdain. It seemed like he wasn't really suitable for combat. "And to use these combat techniques, I need at least a suitable weapon."

"So, can I only choose hand-to-hand combat?" Murray, in a burst of light, reverted to his true form and lifted his truly enormous and chubby fist.

"What's most suitable for my current situation is probably the 'Fighting Techniques' that make up the majority of the Titan's legacy." Murray scratched his head and looked at his white robe, murmuring softly, "This robe can change size with my body, so there shouldn't be any problem wearing it for combat!"

"Forget it, I'll take a break. I'll go find some fierce beasts to try out the Titan's fighting techniques." Murray didn't return to his room. He walked out of the library, found a room that looked decent, pushed the door open, transformed into his humanoid form without much thought, and lay down on the bed to sleep, ignoring everything else.

Now, Murray treated his room as a dragon nursery. He couldn't rest peacefully there because those dragon hatchlings could attack him at any time.

"Ah, it smells good." Murray sniffed the faint fragrance of the blanket and gradually fell asleep. "I wonder if it's the scent of the dragon maids or the lingering fragrance of the perfume."

"Mia, stop it, don't pinch anymore."

"It's so tender. It's okay, I'll pinch a little longer. Who asked Master Murray to take my bed, so I couldn't sleep."

"If Master Murray wakes up, you're done for."

"What's there to be afraid of? We serve the Golden Dragoness, the noblest of dragons, not evil dragons. At most, we'll get a little punishment."

"Even if it's a noble dragon, it's still a dragon, Mia..."

When Murray woke up groggily, he heard two very young female voices arguing in Draconic. What he felt most strongly at the moment, however, was the delicate hand continuously kneading his cheeks.

Then, feeling uncomfortable, Murray opened his golden eyes completely. His gaze was wooden as he stared at two dragon maids with fine golden scales on their cheeks.

One of the dragon maids, a beautiful girl, was squatting in front of him, leaning over to his side, and reaching out to knead his cheeks. Behind her, another dragon maid was anxiously pulling her, trying to stop her actions.

"Have you pinched enough?" Murray had no expression on his face. He wasn't fully awake yet, and his mental state was not good.

"Hehe." Mia, the dragon maid who was indulging in the fantastic feeling of her fingertips and arguing with her companion, finally realized and chuckled, retracting her fingers.

"Master Murray, Mia didn't mean to offend you. Please forgive her impudence," the dragon maid who was pulling Mia kneeled down in front of Murray, her face full of fear, begging for her companion's forgiveness.

"Master Murray, it's because you occupied my bed first, and I had nowhere to sleep. So I've been staring at you, and then I found you too cute. I couldn't help but pinch your cheeks. It's not my fault."

"Your bed is not small. It's enough for two people to sleep." Murray still had a wooden expression. It was unclear whether it was due to the exhaustion of mental energy, but he felt very drowsy now.

After saying this, he closed his eyes again, turned over, and lay down with his back facing the two dragon maids, falling into a deep sleep.

Hearing this, the dragon maid who was kneeling on the ground and Mia looked at each other in shock. Then Mia, who had a very bold personality, cheered, "Michelle, let's sleep, let's sleep."

Michelle, still kneeling on the ground, looked dazed, not understanding what had happened. In her view, the upper and lower classes were strictly divided, and once they were crossed, punishment would be inevitable.

"Mia, what are you doing?" Michelle looked at Mia, who was quickly undressing and climbing onto the bed, and although such scenes were common to her, this time it was different.

"I'm going to sleep." Mia replied matter-of-factly.

"But, but, Master Murray is still..."

"Master Murray has agreed." Mia said with a smile.

The golden sunlight streamed through the cracks in the curtains into a maid's room in the Crystal Castle.

"Ah~" Murray yawned, opened his eyes, and saw only darkness. Then, he smelled a faintly familiar scent, felt the soft touch on his face, and the slightly tight feeling around his body. Murray realized that he was being hugged tightly by a woman with a very good figure.