The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases-Chapter 481 - 285: You Can Do It, I Said So

However, another reason could not be excluded. David clearly remembered that during the first ignition test of the Tokamak, it had melted down the Magical Net within a forty-three-kilometer radius around the fortress, and it had yet to be repaired. This was the work of the Magic Goddess. He and the Midnight Goddess, who was still busy dealing with the mess left by her two predecessors far away in Toriel, were not that close. It was already very magnanimous of her not to have come after him for the charge of ’damaging public property’.

But according to his guess, the possibility of it being a Chaotic Magic Net Zone was slim. Otherwise, the Gold Dragons that sealed the Golden Puzzle Lock back then would not have needed to use an entire Barren Forbidden Land to isolate and blockade it. This was easily verifiable—at least for him, who, being a Heteromorphic Dragon, was innately immune to most of the Dragon Mad Lock’s effects. Moreover, there was his Dragon Dad, Attilicia, the Tool Dragon, who could now use arcane magic to simulate some effects of the Electromagnetic Turbulence Spell.

The prospect of this result—purely a fluke, like a blind cat finding a dead mouse—possibly bringing about a reversal of the situation excited David beyond measure.

He completely forgot to comfort Lizrite, who looked like she was about to speak but hesitated. He stretched out his tail to scoop up the Mithril Enigma Lock, still stained with gastric juice from the she-dragon, from her arms, calling out to his old man as he rushed outside, "Let’s go, let’s go! We need to validate this quickly!"

"Huh? I just got back! Can’t you let me rest for a moment?" Attilicia, still exhibiting some ’spoiled princess’ temperament due to the lingering effects of the Dragon Rage, seemed reluctant. He was using a block of ice conjured with arcane magic as a cold compress on his face.

He still hadn’t recovered from being struck by Flameclaw; he was even seeing double images of his own son.

Even Pafila had never subjected him to such an ordeal! For a Silver Dragon like him, who had only recently come of age, such a blow was a huge psychological trauma! AH WOO!

"How do we validate it? Can I help?" Alicia, on the other hand, had vaguely guessed David’s intention and seemed a bit excited. If it really could shield them like this area does—no, even if it could just greatly mitigate the maddening effects of the Dragon Mad Lock—Metal Dragons wouldn’t need to undergo their long hibernation every few decades. This would be a priceless treasure for the entire Dragon Race.

"You can’t," David said, the Mithril Enigma Lock held in his mouth. He flicked his tail, wrapping it around Dragon Dad Attilicia’s hind ankle. "For now, only he can simulate it with arcane magic. Get over here, you!"

"What are you doing?! AH HA!!!" Amidst Dragon Dad’s pathetic howl and Alicia’s astonished gaze, David dragged him straight out.

Such ’rebellious’ behavior, on the rule-bound Dragon Island, would likely result in being hung from the great waterfall by one’s parents for corporal punishment and reflection.

Lizrite, on the other hand, seemed unusually calm, perhaps because her mother had been saved. She spread her claws, remarking with a hint of envy, "They’re usually like this. More like brothers hatched from the same clutch than father and son."

As for Tania? She seemed more like a daughter David had incidentally raised... If such a relationship were between her and her own mother, it would be simply unthinkable.

「More than ten minutes later, fifty kilometers from the fortress.」

Perhaps because of the ’Dragon Rage leak free-for-all’, Patrice, patriarch of the Olivalyres clan, seemed to have realized something and had personally arrived. He stood far off, silently observing David and the others.

Witnessed by Alicia, a group of Neisser Arcanists equally curious about the secrets of the Dragon Mad Lock, and others, David and his son began the validation.

"Shall I start then?" Attilicia asked.

"Hurry up," David urged.

On the vast desert coastline, clouds hung low, and the sky was filled with heavy thunderclouds. Dragon Dad Attilicia stood atop a giant rock, his expression somewhat apprehensive. After all, the infamous Dragon Mad Lock had long become a shackle and nightmare in the ancestral memory of nearly all dragons. Even though the Mystlock was currently high above in David’s claws, it would soon plummet like The Slaying King Star. Facing the Dragon Rage at such close range, Attilicia still felt uncertain, but the matter was too important. He could only brace himself and proceed.

"Don’t worry, I will protect you, Attili," a voice resonated in his mind.

"Pafila? You’re here too?" Attilicia was genuinely shocked this time. Even Pafila had projected her attention here despite her busy schedule.

"Yes," Pafila’s voice replied, her tone serious. "This matter is very important."

Hearing Pafila’s emphasis and encouragement, Attilicia couldn’t help but focus with all his might. His massive wings spread wide, and a low chant began, lightning flashing in his eyes. Perhaps it was due to the pressure of being watched by Pafila and the other dragons, but this arcane experiment, conducted completely without the Tokamak Fortress’s apparatus, proceeded with surprising smoothness.

The lightning in the low thunderclouds above seemed to answer a call. It began to strike down, focusing around him and forming a large, visible electromagnetic field. Gradually, the initially chaotic bolts of lightning wrapped around the Silver Dragon, creating a dazzling silver aura. This power was not only stunning but also carried an irresistible majesty. It was already a force almost tangible in its magical power.

As David dove from above with the Mithril Enigma Lock, an intangible yet psionic-like chaotic force began to sweep the surroundings. The dragons, sensing their emotions rapidly changing, scattered further away. But they clearly saw Attilicia remain unmoved amidst this force, showing no sign of being affected. Watched by all, he stood like an eternal Platinum statue.

"S-Success... succeeded?" Lizrite was still somewhat uncertain. The shackles that had bound dragons for so many years—were they truly undone by David and his father with such a ’simple,’ coincidental method?

"It seems... yes." Silver Dragon Princess Alicia found it hard to believe, yet the scene unfolding before her eyes undeniably proved it.

But she could understand. After all, in thirty thousand years, they had only encountered someone like David, a unique existence almost completely immune to the Dragon Mad Lock’s control. And this ’Thunder Guard’ arcanum, nearly achieving the effects of Legendary Magic, was also a one-of-a-kind phenomenon.

Even Patrice, the Blue Dragon patriarch, sighed in amazement before letting out a long breath. This ’land lease’ investment was damn well worth it! He also realized that this Silver Dragon, Attilicia—his name, his arcanum that countered the Dragon Rage’s effects, and his heroic feat today—would surely be passed down among the Dragon Race, becoming a legend etched into the annals of draconic heritage...

The old Blue Dragon hadn’t even finished his reflection when he suddenly sensed an aura unique to legends erupting from the dazzling silver halo. The ring of thunder magic around Attilicia abruptly expanded, forming a lightning corona that circled the Silver Dragon like a planetary ring.

Patrice’s eyes nearly popped out. "By the Dragon God! He’s ascended to legendary status just like that? How old is he, anyway?"

Even Attilicia himself was stunned. "I... I’ve fulfilled my Legendary Destiny?"

"Yes, congratulations, Attili," Pafila’s voice said. "Isn’t your heroic deed today also the stuff of legends?"

What Pafila referred to, of course, included the daring feat of David and his companions venturing deep into enemy territory alone to retrieve the Mystlock from the High Elves’ occupied lands.

After saying this, Pafila departed from Attilicia’s mind with a rare, light chuckle. With Attilicia’s arcanum, her tactical arrangements for the upcoming battle of The Slaying King Star could be far bolder and more audacious. The only pity was that this had become a ninth-rank legendary arcanum...

Just as all the dragons were joyously celebrating this achievement, Attilicia raised his head to share the good news with David, who was diving down at him, "Son, I’m a legen— PFFT!"

He was sent flying by a headbutt from David, who, from holding the Mithril Enigma Lock, had accumulated countless stacks of [Wrath]. Attilicia skipped across the desert sand by the shoreline like a stone on water numerous times before finally coming to a stop. Without a word, the newly ascended Silver Dragon legend face-planted into the sand, completely knocked out.

"Who asked you to make this thing a legendary spell?!" David’s [Wrath]-fueled roar echoed across the entire desert. "Three years! We only have three years! Who can learn a legendary spell in just three years?! Change it to fifth-rank! No, third-rank! It would be best if you could make it a rank-zero cantrip!"

As a Heteromorphic Dragon, he hadn’t completely lost his sanity from the Dragon Rage, but he had gone berserk due to his [Wrath] Authority.

His current state was like that of a demanding, post-menopausal client having a meltdown. Harsh, unreasonable, and utterly irrational.

Dragon Dad, who had been knocked unconscious by David’s headbutt, was jolted awake by the yelling. He snarled at David, baring his teeth, "How could such a spell be a mere cantrip?! You brainless, unfilial whelp!"

He suspected David was deliberately making things difficult for him, Attilicia!

"It just can’t be a legendary spell! Dispel it first, and we’ll practice again. Maybe we can force out a lower-rank version," David insisted, unyielding on this point.

"But I’m out of Magic Power... How about we try again tomorrow?" Attilicia felt like he was on the verge of tears.

David immediately looked at him with disdain. "Didn’t you just become legendary? How can you be so useless? You think it won’t work? It will work! You can do it because I said so!"

[Authority – Arrogance]

Attilicia, suddenly feeling his Magic Power return as if his body was being forcibly stuffed to bursting, growled, his voice thick with grievance, "Yes! I’ve become legendary! Aren’t you even going to congratulate me first?"

David, however, was full of scorn. "What’s so great about being legendary? Mom became legendary as soon as she came of age. If I weren’t aiming for something grander myself, I could kick open the gates to legendary status right now, believe it or not?"

He had witnessed it all from the sidelines. If he wanted to, it would just be a matter of [Jealousy]. Copying the path directly would be ridiculously easy.

[Arrogance]

"...Damn your mother!" Attilicia, choked with indignation, finally blurted out a curse.

David, too, finally ’calmed down’ a bit. "...Well, you should discuss that sort of thing with my mom. Don’t tell me about it; I’m still just an unascended whelp."

"...I—!" Attilicia was almost speechless with rage, nearly fainting on the spot.

"..." For a moment, the spectating dragons were struck silent by this scene of the father snarling and the son roaring. They exchanged bemused glances, trying to suppress their laughter.

Alas, how had such a memorable event, one worthy of being recorded and passed down in draconic lore, devolved into such a ridiculous farce that left the dragons not knowing whether to laugh or cry? What would the young dragons who wished to learn this spell in the future think when they heard of this?