"Group Charm"
Level: 8th-tier spell
Type: Enchantment
Range: 100 meters
Description: A wide-area enchantment spell. Activated through Draconic incantation.
Draconic incantation: Beaddikktudtothehanbsamereddragon!
(Translation: "You ants, bow before the charm of the Red Dragon!")
"Dominate Monster"
Level: 9th-tier spell
Type: Enchantment
Description: Subjugates a higher-tier creature via mental domination. Distance is not a restriction.
Draconic incantation: Lowercreatures, obedientlybeLaoTzu's servant!
(Translation: "Lesser beasts, submit to your mistress!")
"Labyrinth," "Prismatic Wall," "Confinement," "Law: Death"…
Before Yize floated a cluster of 8th- and 9th-tier spells—more than a dozen—leaving him utterly stupefied.
What the hell?
Could all of these high-grade spells really have been embedded into the Flame Dragon Mother's lair? Just the accidental activation of one of these could annihilate even a legendary mage on the spot.
Gulong Boss RBQRBQ...
Yize's expression froze as he took another look at the translucent virtual spell displays.
Though he didn't know a single one of these advanced spells, the intricate diagrams—complete with structural blueprints, spell matrices, and verbal components—were clearly laid out before him in rotating 3D projections, as if rendered by some advanced system UI.
It's like they're waiting to be learned.
Nudging his spiritual power forward, Yize tried making contact with one of the spell models. But the moment his mental thread brushed it, a shock ran through his blood like electricity. Magic within his veins surged violently, trying to assemble the spell structure… but his reserves were pitifully low. Within a second, the connection broke. He blacked out on the spot.
Thus began the Red Dragon hatchling's first hibernation.
A ripple of mana swept across the lair—brief, yet potent. It didn't go unnoticed.
The Flame Dragon Mother, Daenerys, was ancient—over two millennia old. Her senses were sharp, especially for magical fluctuations. Her slitted eyes narrowed toward the curled-up hatchling in the corner. The spell he attempted just now was not low-tier—judging from the residual flow, it was definitely 8th-tier or higher.
She reminisced about her own spellcasting journey. Back when she was a young wyrmling—barely into her twenties—she could only barely cast a low-tier Flame Bead. And this hatchling had tried to cast an 8th-tier spell on his first day of life?
There were dragons who spent centuries and never reached this level of spell interaction. Many perished before they even had the chance.
Could it be… a once-in-an-era magical prodigy?
The Flame Dragon Mother's ancient heart stirred with something like reverence. Her voice was filled with hope.
"The five-colored dragon gods… have you finally answered?"
In her long life, she'd heard myths—of white dragons with red eyes who seized planes, of abyssal black dragons that crushed demon kings. But now, it was the red dragon's turn. The tides of fate had turned.
In her eyes, black dragons were crude beasts. White dragons were fools. But red dragons—they were nobility, incarnate.
Her tail curled proudly. She whispered aloud to the sleeping cub.
"You are the hope of our kind."
With that declaration, she nestled atop her hoard and curled around her child, letting sleep claim them both. A final thought crossed her mind before drifting off:
"Should I hunt a pure-blooded human maiden for his next meal?"
—
Yize's first slumber didn't last long. No longer curled within the shell, his young body had absorbed much of the eggshell's latent energy. Wings now spread fully, scales glistening like molten ruby, he stirred.
A day passed before his eyes opened. The backlash from his failed spell attempt had faded, though a magical headache still loomed like a thundercloud in his mind.
Magic is no joke, he realized. With a rueful smile, he shook his oversized head, as if trying to reboot his thoughts.
In dragon hierarchy, the red dragon was the apex predator among chromatics. Only the golden dragon, among the metallics, rivaled it in raw potential.
Typically, a red dragon hatchling was the size of a colt. But Yize? He was bulkier, heavier, his frame denser than his peers'. Other hatchlings would look like ducklings beside him.
Inspecting himself with a hint of smugness, Yize clicked his tongue.
"I'm the MC, alright. Just look at me."
He remembered tales of black and white dragons defying expectations and growing to rival reds. But he was born beyond red. If they were considered exceptional, what did that make him?
He smirked—clearly, a shameless streak had survived the transmigration.
Then it hit him: the Golden Finger.
That translucent interface, the floating spell diagrams… none of it was part of standard dragon racial inheritance. Which meant it had to be the system cheat every transmigrator got.
He turned back to the lair's walls, eyes scanning for those same displays.
And then—
"???"
Level: ???
Faction: ???
Incantation: ???
"What the hell—did I break it?!"
Gone were the rotating 3D spell models. Gone were the tooltips. All that remained were infuriating rows of question marks.
He turned toward the Flame Dragon Mother.
Still question marks.
"System! Where's my UI?!"
Nothing responded.
Grumbling, Yize decided to explore. Thanks to the nutrients he'd absorbed, he could now walk properly—and even flutter briefly with his wings. His strength had improved drastically overnight.
The Flame Dragon Mother's lair was located deep inside a volcanic caldera. It was natural for red dragons to prefer sweltering environments—and the mountain's treacherous terrain served as a perfect deterrent to any foolish enough to trespass.
The true heart of the lair, though, was deeper still. Daenerys had hollowed out the volcano's base and turned it into a subterranean fortress—filled with labyrinthine halls, vertical drops, and spell-infused vaults.
Danger lurked everywhere.
Fortunately, Yize's vision—thanks to his mysterious system—highlighted each trap zone with floating red symbols. Rows of question marks lined his path.
He tiptoed. Literally.
With his current physical stats, even a stray Magic Missile could wreck him.
But what he didn't realize was that every trap in this lair was keyed to blood. His blood. As Daenerys's heir, he could roll through the entire lair like a drunk buffalo and not trigger a single rune.
Still, he didn't know that. So, heart pounding, he inched forward until—
The symbols changed.
A new spell entry appeared in his vision.
"Sleep"
Level: 1st-tier spell
Type: Enchantment
Description: Induces sleep in lesser creatures.
Draconic incantation: Erekesswuxekessfallasleepmaekrix!
(Translation: "Your mistress commands you—SLEEP!")
Yize's eyes sparkled.