DND Realms: The Rise of the Titan-Dragon Prodigy

"Sofia, how long has my mother been away from the castle?" Muria, sitting in a rattan chair in the room, holding a crystal cup in one hand and a thick metal book in the other, asked the head maid Sofia, who was directing a group of dragonkin maids to refill his crystal cup with tea.

"Nearly three months now, according to previous occasions, Lady Artelis is about due to return," Sofia replied.

"What does my mother usually do when she goes out?" In Muria's memory since his birth, he had seen his golden dragon mother less than ten times, which was pitifully rare, not really like a true mother and son, but quite normal for the dragon race.

Of course, one reason why Muria had seen his golden dragon mother so infrequently was that he spent most of his time sleeping before, even if his golden dragon mother came to see him, he wouldn't know.

"Fight evil, uphold justice," Sofia said with a serious face.

Muria remained silent, such cliché phrases were said without any embarrassment by the head maid, and the maids nearby did not show any strange expressions, instead, they took it for granted, their faces even showing admiration and longing.

This is Elasia, "fighting evil, upholding justice" is a very serious matter, and those who dare to mock it will be despised and even hunted down by the lawful good camp.

So, Muria suppressed the urge to laugh, kept a normal expression, and, not surprisingly, he would also join the "fight evil, uphold justice" great cause in the future.

Because he is the son of a lawful good camp golden dragon, and his mother indeed went to fight evil, uphold justice as Sofia said.

The work of the golden dragon mother is similar to Superman in the movies from his previous life, but the enemies she faces are much stronger than those Superman deals with. If Superman were thrown into Elasia and went to fight evil alone, there's a 99% chance that the creatures of the evil camp would grind him into the ground.

"Golden dragons are a kind of dragon that likes to punish evil and promote good, detesting all injustice and criminal acts," Muria looked down at the metal book written in dragon language in his hand, "And this hobby is innate. Geez, such a strong sense of justice."

"But even such super good dragons have the common dragon faults, extreme arrogance, and greed," Muria looked down at the metal book in his hand, which was over a meter long and nearly half a meter wide, occasionally expressing his own opinions.

Since that day he went to the rooftop, more than ten days had passed, Muria had not gone outside the castle again, staying in his room because he discovered something: his dragonling period, or infant period, had not completely ended.

He still spent a large part of his day in deep sleep, with overwhelming sleepiness attacking him regularly every day. With his current willpower, he couldn't stay awake for long before falling into deep sleep. Under such conditions, Muria didn't want to go out and stroll around.

However, this state was much better than the previous five years, where Muria did nothing but eat and sleep, not even having time to leave his room. Now, although eating and sleeping still occupied a lot of time, he at least had about three hours of free time.

This change, although not as expected, still made Muria very satisfied. After all, he had now become a long-lived species.

Having free time, Muria did not choose to go out and stroll around. The world is vast and fascinating, filling Muria with curiosity, but now is not the time for exploration. Three hours of awake time probably just enough for him to walk from the castle to the seaside.

So, Muria chose to read books. The castle of the golden dragon mother has a library that stretches as far as the eye can see. When Muria learned of the existence of this library, he was very happy because he now had a way to understand the world.

Compared to Muria's curiosity about the world, the knowledge about the world he received at birth from his racial heritage is pitifully scarce, nowhere near enough to satisfy him, making Muria's curiosity even more intense.

Now, Muria's curiosity had a channel for release. For example, he was now holding a book, but the content inside was not any knowledge about the dragon race, but an autobiography of an ancient golden dragon.

As the strongest among the metal dragons, the golden dragons' traits ensure they don't just stay in one area, becoming a shut-in, so an ancient golden dragon's life experience can be said to be very rich and colorful, hence Muria found this autobiography very interesting.

However, Muria did not take everything described in the book at face value, because the autobiography only detailed the golden dragon's various deeds of punishing evil and promoting good, and the results were always victories achieved by the golden dragon in human form and his companions.

But such experiences where "justice always wins" are misleading, deceiving young dragonlings. Golden dragons are indeed strong, but that's only after they have fully grown. During the juvenile, adolescent, and young adult stages, there are many monsters in the world of Elasia that can confront a golden dragon head-on.

A golden dragon who likes to wander around and punish evil from a young age and has never failed or been in a tight spot? Nonsense! "This really is, proud dragons only speak of victories, not defeats. Heh!" Muria suddenly laughed out loud, his thoughts had not been spoken aloud before, only pondered in his mind, but now he voiced them.

Sofia, standing quietly by Muria's desk, smiled upon hearing his words: "Not just dragons, any creature with normal intelligence generally only boasts about their victories and keeps silent about their defeats."

Muria nodded, saying nothing more, treating the autobiography as a novel to read, to increase his experience and learn more about the customs of various places in Elasia, as well as knowledge about the evil camps. In these two aspects, the ancient golden dragon who wrote this autobiography did not have much to falsify.

"Especially regarding the description of the evil camps, the ancient golden dragon is quite diligent, detailing the battle methods, habits, and racial weaknesses of the evil creatures he encountered."

"These pieces of knowledge are good, very useful," Muria nodded, one of the reasons he could continue reading.

"Hm? During his adulthood, he encountered a legendary demon summoned to the prime material plane by demon cultists," Muria read with interest, "Then, the righteous side was easily defeated by the legendary Balor demon. At the critical moment, he stood out, alone, turned the tide, and repelled the legendary demon."

"This really is, shameless!" Muria's mouth twitched, "Since when are adult golden dragons so powerful? Able to confront a legendary demon head-on? It must have been relying on the golden dragon's vitality to drag out until the legendary demon's summoning time ended."

With the knowledge accumulated over the past ten or so days, Muria believed he had seen through "the truth of the matter."

"Let me see, the name of this golden dragon with a shell thicker than a land emperor turtle." Muria flipped to the back cover of the metal book in a flash, "Dimos Elonsas."

"Huh, shares my surname, huh. This golden dragon might even be my direct relative. But this relative seems to like to brag." Muria didn't care too much, instead, he sipped his specially brewed magic potion tea and continued reading...

Thus, eating, sleeping, and reading became Muria's daily routine, but this cycle only lasted for half a month before it was broken.

On this day, as usual, the weather was fine, the air was clear, and under Sofia's attentive care, Muria was comfortably reading a travelogue written by a legendary human mage, basking in the sunlight.

Until, "Roar!!!" A loud and clear dragon roar sounded in Muria's ears, the castle's soundproofing magic array seemed like nothing, not reducing the power of the dragon roar at all.

Simultaneously with the dragon roar, a huge and vast oppressive force appeared, but under this pressure, Sofia and the other maids only turned slightly pale before returning to normal, as they were accustomed to this pressure.

As for Muria, his expression remained unchanged, not showing the slightest discomfort, because this pressure made Muria feel very close and comfortable, an effect of his bloodline.

Muria looked up at the ceiling, knowing that his golden dragon mother, Artelis Elonsas, had returned, somehow directly appearing above the crystal castle.

"What did my golden dragon mother bring back? Such a violent feeling, but it seems very weak," Muria frowned, sensing not only the presence of his mother, shining like the sun, but also two creatures emitting a violent aura by her side, though compared to the golden dragon mother, their presence was very weak.

However, Muria had no interest in thinking about these creatures. The closeness coming from his bloodline made him drop the book in his hand, "Bang bang bang!" He started running towards the location he sensed, with Sofia and a few maids quickly following behind.

Following the guidance of the direct bloodline connection, Muria rushed into the spacious castle hall, then he was dumbfounded by what he saw in the hall, the two red-scaled behemoths firmly bound by shimmering golden chains.

"Red dragons!" Smelling the volcano sulfur scent filling the air, Muria quickly identified the identity of these two red-scaled giants, which were indeed the strongest among the five-colored dragons, the red dragons.

At this moment, Muria finally understood the source of the two restless auras he sensed earlier.

"My mother is so fierce? Going out and capturing two dragons known as the strongest evil dragons," Muria muttered with a stiff face.