"Six dragons at once?" Muria looked down at the dragonling Austen with a playful smile on his face. "Aren't Red Dragons the proudest among the five chromatic dragons? Instead of challenging me one by one, you six dragonlings dare to challenge me together."

Austen was taken aback by Muria's words and didn't know how to respond. At that moment, Cynthia, who was standing behind Austen, stepped forward.

"Muria, you have the bloodline of the Golden Dragon, which is stronger than ours Red Dragons, and the bloodline closest to that of the Titans. With your advantages, none of us can compete with you in the same age group. Moreover, you were born eight years earlier than us. It's not excessive for the six of us to challenge you together," Cynthia explained.

"That's true," Muria nodded, simultaneously looking at the young female dragon Cynthia with surprise. It was astonishing to hear such words from a Red Dragon.

"We accept your challenge," Muria declared.

As soon as he finished speaking, Austen couldn't wait to launch an attack on Muria. A cone of fiery breath surged towards Muria.

"Shut up!" Muria reached out his hand, dispelling the fiery breath and grabbing Austen's mouth, forcing his jaws shut. His arm was unscathed, thanks to his immunity to Red Dragon's breath inherited from his Golden Dragon bloodline.

"Let's fight outside, this room is too small," Muria explained to the other five dragonlings.

Although Muria's room was spacious, it was still cramped for dragons, especially those who could fly.

"Outside?" The dragonlings exchanged glances and then nodded, immediately agreeing to Muria's request to fight outside. They had been born for five years and had never seen the outside world.

However, Muria forgot one thing: dragons were very greedy creatures, and Red Dragons were the most covetous of all dragon breeds when it came to treasure. As soon as they left Muria's room, the dragonlings stood still, captivated by the treasures displayed in the corridor.

"Don't even think about it. These are the treasures of my mother, the legendary Golden Dragon Atreus. Unless you defeat her, you can only look. But that's basically impossible," Muria warned.

But the dragonlings completely ignored Muria's words, completely captivated by the dazzling treasures. Eventually, except for Lena, the young female dragon who Muria grabbed by the tail, the other five dragonlings rushed forward, each grabbing a treasure and admiring it greedily, with saliva dripping incessantly.

Then, complex and mysterious magical formations appeared on the five treasures held by the dragonlings, repelling the saliva and securing the treasures firmly on the crystal pedestals.

The dragonlings' attempts to take the treasures were in vain, as if the treasures had grown roots and were firmly fixed in place.

"It's useless. Unless you can break the legendary enchantment guarding this castle, you won't be able to move Atreus's treasures," Sophia, the head maid, commented sarcastically, watching the dragonlings' futile efforts. But it had no effect; under the impact of these treasures, the dragonlings lost their senses.

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"These suits of armor contain a large amount of Mithril and Orichalcum, worth at least 1.2 million gold coins."

"A staff made entirely of Void Star Gold, worth at least 800,000 gold coins."

"A battle axe made of Godslayer Iron and Meteorite Steel, a priceless treasure."

...

Muria looked speechless as the dragonlings appraised the treasures held in their claws using the knowledge passed down from dragons. Appraising the value of things was an innate ability of every dragon. Muria had it too, but he hardly ever used it.

Sophia waved her hand, bringing food for the dragonlings. The dragon maids who hadn't left yet rushed forward, grouping together to grab the dragonlings, with four grabbing each claw, one grabbing the head, and one grabbing the tail.

Looking at the slender, beautiful dragon maids forcefully removing the dragonlings from the treasures, Muria couldn't help but intervene. The dragonlings struggled fiercely, but to no avail.

The dragon maids carried the five dragonlings, following Muria, who was carrying Lena, out of the castle. When they reached the gate, the dragon maids threw the dragonlings out one by one, causing a loud bang as the castle gate closed behind Muria, waking the dragonlings from their stupor.

Then, the dragonlings were lost again, because they saw the magnificent crystal castle before them, entirely constructed of magical crystals.

"In the world, there's actually such a building, completely made of magical crystals."

"How much is this worth?"

"I can't estimate the price!"

...

"You've seen enough!" Muria couldn't stand the greedy behavior of the dragonlings any longer. "This castle, including the treasures inside, belongs to my mother, the legendary Golden Dragon Atreus. You have no relationship with any of it."

Having no relationship with any of it... Muria's words were like a knife, deeply piercing the hearts of the six dragonlings, leaving them feeling cold.

"We were born and raised here," the dragonling Jessica weakly argued.

"Yes, as pets," Muria flashed his white teeth.

"Isn't this castle yours, Mother's?" Austen stared at Muria, his eyes shining like he was looking at a gold mine. "Cynthia, Andrea. Let's defeat Muria together and then kidnap him to ransom him to his mother."

The dragonlings called their brothers and sisters, but Cynthia rolled her eyes and couldn't be bothered with her eccentric older brother. In her opinion, there was nothing stupider than this. Trying to kidnap a legendary Golden Dragon's offspring on her own territory.

But to Cynthia's disbelief, except for Lena, the other three dragonlings eagerly agreed, which made her look at her siblings with a look of intellectual superiority.

"Kidnap me? Ransom?" Muria looked at the dragonlings at his feet with some amusement. Considering their age, he could understand.

"But you have to defeat me first. If you lose, you'll continue to be my pets!"

"We must defeat Muria!" The four dragonlings encouraged each other, full of fighting spirit, while Cynthia and Lena thought about other things, completely ignoring the impending battle.

In the grand arena, Muria looked at the six dragonlings standing opposite him, opened his arms, and announced to the dragonlings and the surrounding giants, "This battle has no restrictions on the battlefield. The sky, the earth, and even the ocean can be used as the battlefield. The battle will only end when one side is completely defeated and surrenders."

Then, Muria looked at the surrounding giants. "No one is allowed to interfere in my fight with them until a winner is declared."

"Not bad, little Muria, quite self-aware!" Inside the crystal castle, the Golden Dragon Mother, in the form of a beautiful maiden, sat on a throne forged from various legendary metals, watching the scene on the crystal wall before her.

In the arena, as soon as a storm giant with purple hair announced the start of the battle, Austen rushed to the forefront and charged towards Muria, followed closely by Andrea, Jessica, and Albert, while Cynthia and Lena stayed behind.

The six dragonlings rushed towards Muria, each unleashing their signature breath attacks.

For other creatures, Red Dragon breath attacks would cause immense damage, but on Muria, they had no effect. Muria felt them like warm water splashing on him—not painful, but even a little comforting.

As the strongest of the chromatic dragons, they might look silly due to their young age, but their combat instincts were still excellent.

When they saw their breath attacks fail, the dragonlings immediately stopped and prepared to engage Muria in close combat.

"Roar!" Austen roared and opened his mouth, full of sharp dragon teeth, biting towards Muria. The other dragonlings followed suit, opening their mouths to bite at Muria.

"Hmph!" Muria remained calm as he faced six sets of jaws coming at him. The martial arts techniques inherited from the Titans' knowledge were quite comprehensive, with experiences and tactics to deal with various creatures, including powerful and indescribable monsters, deep-sea behemoths, dragons, and even gods.

"Whoosh!" Muria reached out his palm and, to Austen's astonished gaze, grabbed his neck, deftly avoiding the biting attacks from the other five dragonlings.

With Austen struggling madly in his grasp, leaving red marks on Muria's skin with his dragon claws, Muria lifted him high and slammed him fiercely onto the granite floor beneath his feet.

"Boom!" A sound that made everyone's teeth ache echoed as a dragon-shaped depression appeared on the granite floor, with Austen embedded in it.

Muria looked around at the other five dragonlings with a sardonic smile. Then, he spread his golden dragon wings behind him and flew into the sky. He was ready for aerial combat.