The sudden news hit Muria like a bucket of cold water, instantly cooling his head. After a moment of silence, he looked down at the girl beside him.

"Mia, keep an eye on the situation of those six dragonlings as usual. If they wake up, let me know," Muria instructed.

"Yes, Master Muria," Mia responded respectfully. Then, she looked up with her big, twinkling eyes at Muria. "Um, are you still coming to sleep in my room tonight?"

"Mia, isn't it too conscientious of you to be a personal maid?" Muria looked down at the maid who left a deep impression on him, with her pleasant scent.

Since the day Mia slept with him, Muria had found an opportunity to request Sophia, the head maid, to appoint Mia as his personal maid, responsible for his daily needs.

Sophia readily agreed to his request, as she had a lot on her plate daily, and having someone to share the workload was very helpful. Besides, there was no need to worry about power being diluted because Sophia's authority came from the Golden Dragon Mother, Atreus, not Muria. If the Golden Dragon Mother wanted another personal maid besides her, then she would worry about power being diminished.

"I'm just fulfilling the duties of a personal maid. A personal maid should stick close, right?" Mia argued.

"Do you understand the duties of a personal maid?" Muria sighed, looking at Mia. "If Sophia finds out, she will definitely punish you!"

"Hehe! As long as you don't say anything, the head maid won't know," Mia grinned at Muria. "Are you coming to my room tonight?"

Faced with another question from the maid, Muria raised an eyebrow and asked back, "After returning to the castle, when have I not gone to your room to sleep?"

Over the next year, Muria spent more time in the training arena and gradually reduced his time in the library studying spell models. Because dragons were immune to many low-level spells, and even though dragonlings couldn't completely resist them, they could exempt themselves from most spell damage.

So, for dragons, physical attacks were often more effective than magical attacks. Of course, the premise was that you could face them without being swatted to death with a single claw. Otherwise, fleeing would be the wiser choice.

For Muria, this was not a problem. With the Titan bloodline and the ancestral Golden Dragon bloodline flowing in him, he was equipped with the strongest bloodlines known in the world, all superior to the Red Dragon bloodline.

Facing any single dragonling, Muria was confident enough to crush it. However, he had to face not one but six of them, a quantity that even made Muria feel a bit uneasy.

Under this pressure, Muria's visits to the training arena became more frequent. Eventually, he decided to live in the arena, solving everything—eating, sleeping—all there.

During the battles in the arena, Muria demanded that all the Cloud Giant guards fighting him use their full strength and not hold back.

As for other Cloud Giants, as well as Mountain Giants, Tide Giants, and even Storm Giants, Muria didn't arrogantly demand they go all out. They were powerful giants with at least Gold Tier Three or higher, and even with the blessing of his bloodline, being beaten was the only outcome for him. He was still too young.

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On Muria's thirteenth birthday, while he was dueling a Storm Giant with a broadsword in the arena, Mia, his personal maid, entered.

With a broadsword over a meter wide and more than ten meters long, Muria drove back the Storm Giant he was fighting, then signaled to stop the battle and looked at Mia, who had entered the arena.

"Master Muria, the evil dragons are about to wake up. I can feel the six gradually active dragon vein powers," Mia reported.

"Is that so?" Muria nodded, his face showing no worry but full of confidence. "I've been waiting impatiently."

For nearly five years, under the pressure of an impending crisis, Muria had been tirelessly training himself day and night. His ideal life of eating well, sleeping well, and playing was only a short-lived dream.

Everything he did was to face the trial prepared by the legendary Golden Dragon Mother, Atreus. Whether it was intentional or incidental, Muria was unsure.

But Muria felt it was more likely to be intentional because Atreus was a legendary mage. At that level of intelligence, even some deities couldn't match a legendary mage in this regard. Such beings must have a purpose behind their every action; they wouldn't do anything useless.

Muria inserted the large sword he borrowed from a Storm Giant into the granite slab. He couldn't run off with it.

Speaking of which, most giants were poor. Due to their large size, it was hard for them to find suitable metal weapons. Most of them used stones or wooden sticks for attacks, which was quite pathetic.

Only some Cloud Giants and Storm Giants had suitable metal weapons. The slightly better-off were Tide Giants, who sometimes found ship anchors on the seabed to use as weapons.

So, knowing this, Muria didn't have the nerve to embezzle the giants' weapons.

After many days, Muria returned to his room with Mia. Although he hadn't slept there in five years, it was still his place.

Upon entering the room, Muria felt the scorching heat in the air, which would cause ordinary people to dehydrate and faint within minutes.

Muria immediately spotted the culprit responsible for the abnormal temperature in his room: six skeletal red dragonlings, now eight meters long from head to tail. They were like six furnaces, emitting astonishing heat continuously.

During more than a year of dormancy, the dragonlings' strength had grown to the level of Silver Tier One, but they had also depleted almost all their energy reserves.

Their muscles were shriveled, and their red dragon scales were tightly attached to their skeletons. Muria could see the shape of every bone in their bodies. But even so, they still exuded the ferocious aura of evil dragons. No one would underestimate dragons in such a state.

Walking into the room, Muria sat down in front of the six dragonlings. He had already seen the eyelids of several dragonlings trembling, indicating they were indeed about to wake up.

Hungry, so hungry! The intense hunger assaulted Cynthia's gradually awakening consciousness, forcing this dragonling, whose dormancy had just ended, to open her eyes.

When Cynthia opened her eyes, she saw a giant child with horns on his forehead, wings on his back, and a long dragon tail sitting in front of her.

Muria. Cynthia recognized the identity of the presence sitting in front of her. He was a jerk, bullying them just because of his age advantage. The thunderbolt he struck them with shortly after their birth made her suffer terribly, making her and her siblings dare not disobey his demands for years, not daring to step out of this room.

"Roar!" The young female dragon growled lowly. The surge of power gained during her dormancy made her somewhat restless. Cynthia wanted to challenge Muria, to return the pain he inflicted on her.

However, even though Muria was sitting, his body was four meters tall, greatly intimidating Cynthia. Remember, if not for the length of her tail, her body was only about four meters as well.

Coupled with the pressure of hunger, Cynthia's first words after awakening were, "Give me food, Muria," spoken in a childish dragon language, with a hint of pleading.

Almost simultaneously, outside the room, the head maid Sophia appeared with a group of dragon maids, carrying plate after plate of sliced raw red fish, food prepared for the hungry dragonlings.

Muria remained silent, watching Sophia instruct the dragon maids to place the slices of raw fish, which were just chunks of meat to humans, in front of the awakening dragonlings. This confirmed Muria's suspicion that the Golden Dragon Mother deliberately had him raise evil dragons.

Seeing the fine red raw fish in front of her, Cynthia did not hesitate to grab a large piece with her claws and shove it into her mouth. As for challenging Muria, she would consider it after she was full.

The sound of Cynthia eating, along with the scent of the raw fish, greatly stimulated the other dragonlings, prompting them to awaken one by one.

Under the instinctual pressure of their bodies, even though these dragonlings saw Muria, their "enemy," they made the same choice—lowering their heads to eat.

Dragons were the top predators, and a dragon's stomach was an extremely efficient furnace. Muria now witnessed this firsthand. The raw fish swallowed by the dragonlings was almost instantly broken down and digested into nutrients, transported to their hungry bodies.

The most obvious external manifestation was that as Muria watched the six dragonlings eat, their emaciated bodies gradually swelled with muscles, becoming more robust, majestic, and ferocious.

"Muria." Just after finishing her meal, the dragonling Austen couldn't wait to step forward and call out Muria's name.

"What's the matter?" Muria stood up, his towering ten-meter-tall figure casting an oppressive shadow over the six dragonlings.

"We," Austen looked at Muria's imposing figure, shrank his neck, but the tremendous increase in strength after dormancy gave him great confidence. He glanced at the other five dragonlings, then his courage swelled again, "the six of us want to challenge you! Do you dare accept?"