“You fat bastard... let me go!” Little Gold shouted, swearing. He tried to struggle, but found that only his mouth could move.
“Ho~ what a stubborn little fellow. Since you refuse to talk, don't blame me!”
With a flick of his short, stubby finger, Little Gold’s shirt disintegrated into shreds under several spatial rifts, revealing his smooth, pale torso and the scale necklace around his neck.
Seeing that the fat man completely ignored him, Starlight frowned slightly and began to slowly merge the mana within his body.
Whether it was out of contempt or intent, although the fat man was using spatial power to suppress his movements, it wasn't strong enough to affect the flow of his mana.
His prototype of the Power of Destruction was more than capable of breaking through this restraint. He just needed to wait for the opponent to lower his guard further before launching a direct counter-attack.
Just as Starlight was about to release his power to break free, the fat man suddenly released Little Gold with a look of terror.
“This... this... this is... Why do you have the Dragon Ancestor's Legacy Scale on you!? Answer me! Boy!”
The fat man's voice trembled, as if he had seen something impossible.
His gaze was fixed on the scale necklace on Little Gold’s chest, his eyes filled with shock and awe.
Little Gold was baffled by the fat man's reaction, but he seized the opportunity to quickly run to Starlight’s side, shouting loudly:
“I don't know what you're talking about! I've had this necklace on me since the day I was born!”
“Since birth!?? No... that's impossible! Little fellow, are you truly of the Dragon Race? Why can't I sense your aura!?” The fat man shook his head and barked in a low voice.
“That just means you're too pathetic!” Little Gold didn't think much of it. He clenched his fists tightly, and the aura on his body began to slowly change.
Since having that mana-rich feast at Falmer’s shop, Little Gold’s changes weren't just reflected in his height and age.
Upon waking up, he found that he could freely control his aura and form, and his physical strength had increased significantly.
As he gradually released his original aura, two small golden dragon horns grew from his head, and a golden cross-star appeared in his emerald pupils.
“No way!? How!?” The fat man roared and rushed to Starlight and Little Gold’s side at an incredible speed, his round body crouching down in a comical posture.
“I didn't hurt you just now, did I? Why are you here all alone!?”
The arrogance in the fat man's tone vanished instantly, replaced by concern, or even sycophancy.
“Eh??? What are you doing??” Little Gold looked at the massive sphere of flesh before him in a panic, completely failing to understand why the man's attitude had changed so drastically.
“I see, I see! It must be these damned humans!!” Seeing that Little Gold was ignoring him, the fat on the man's face quivered as he glared viciously at Starlight and Moen.
This time, what surged toward them wasn't just pressure, but a cold, naked killing intent.
The two felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. This fickle fat man had actually developed a desire to kill in an instant.
Seeing that the fat man was about to strike Starlight, Little Gold gritted his teeth and stood in front of him, shouting, “They are my friends! What do you think you're doing, you fat bastard! Stop it!”
Sure enough, before he even finished speaking, the fat man's massive hand stopped abruptly in mid-air.
“Friends? Are you sure? Humans and this... elf? Are your friends?”
“Of course! They saved my life! I can at least tell that much, okay? So who the hell are you anyway?” Seeing that the fat man seemed to have calmed down, Little Gold questioned him.
The fat man's expression became complex. He slowly withdrew his hand, his gaze shifting back and forth between Little Gold and Starlight, seemingly weighing something.
“Little fellow, do you really not know who I am?” There was a hint of helplessness and confusion in the fat man's tone.
“How would I know who you are? You were just trying to hurt us!” Little Gold said huffily, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.
“Your name... Aidanach Serfendorix Astra Losmed Flameldios Gorgondraxtor Hermesweltanos Auroradisthlos Gold, right?”
Under the astonished gazes of the three, the fat man suddenly recited Little Gold’s full name—a name so long that even Starlight couldn't remember it—with perfect accuracy.
One had to know that Little Gold had only mentioned this name to them twice. How did this fat man know it?
“Sigh, I shouldn't have mentioned this in front of these outsiders, but... Nephew Aidanach... I am your uncle!” The fat man sighed slowly and spoke to Little Gold.
“Outsiders? You're the outsider!” Little Gold retorted unhappily. “Starlight and the others saved my life; they aren't outsiders! Besides, I don't have parents, let alone an uncle!”
The fat man was choked by Little Gold’s words, the fat on his face trembling slightly in embarrassment.
“Um, sir? Since you know Little Gold, why don't we find a place to talk?” Moen noticed the awkward atmosphere in the corridor and stepped forward at the right time to suggest softly.
“Fine, let's go...” The fat man nodded slowly, signaling the three to lead the way.
Before long, the three returned to the private box. When Po Kong and the others saw a sphere of flesh over two meters tall squeezing in through the door, their eyes widened in shock.
Because the fat man's body was so massive, he actually cracked two pieces of the solid wood doorframe while forcing his way into the box. As soon as he entered, the once spacious room became cramped.
Immediately upon entering, Starlight had Noah pull the three of them into a conscious exchange via the soul link.
“This fat man claims to be Little Gold’s uncle. Let's see what's going on together,” Starlight said quickly in their minds.
“Uncle? Then isn't he also of the Dragon Race?” Xia Duo sized up the green sphere of flesh. “Hmm... he does have an aura similar to Little Gold’s, but it feels a bit strange.”
Po Kong’s face twitched as he said speechlessly, “What a fat human... wait, what a fat dragon. If this guy is this fat in his dragon form, can he even fly?”
“Little brother, you're focusing on the strangest things. Since he's here, let's hear what he has to say first.” Sui Yun quickly interrupted Po Kong’s stray thoughts, nodded to the fat man, and said politely, “Hello, Mr. Dragon. I am the head of the House of Mars here, Sui Yun-Mars. I can swear on my family's name that everyone here is absolutely trustworthy.”
“Mars... descendants of the War God? A grand title, but...” The fat man looked up slightly, glancing at a corner of the ceiling with his small eyes, and then stomped his foot on the floor.
Starlight’s expression changed. He clearly felt that the fat man's stomp had precisely frozen the space of the entire private box, leaving only those present unaffected.
“This way, no one can eavesdrop,” the fat man said in a deep voice. “Now, let me introduce myself. My name is Yserazor, the younger brother of the Dragon King Seranox. Of course, you may also call me by my other name—the Rift Dragon King.”
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