Expectations for the Dragon of Imagination, Searching for the Five Magical Artifacts

"Ha ha!" Naga gave an awkward laugh and bowed. "Thank you for your gift, Master."

"Shatiel," Ramon said sarcastically, "you really need to work on your etiquette."

"It's fine. I understand how she feels." Aaron did not mind. "I won't interfere with your paths of advancement. But since you'll be busy building my Mind World, your Role-playing and Potion digestion will be a little slower. I'll give you sufficient compensation for that."

As soon as he finished speaking, Aaron lightly sliced his left hand. Three crimson drops of blood flew from his fingertips and landed between their brows.

Ake and the other two froze for a moment before dropping to their knees in overwhelmed gratitude.

"Master, we..."

"Enough, get up!" Aaron cut off Ake before he could finish. "You've earned this. My blood can reduce the negative effects of Potions, so your advancement to Sequence Eight will be extremely smooth.

"I'm now half a master of a dimension. Once I completely control one, the burden on you will lighten somewhat. By then, you can Role-play your Sequence roles in the real world.

"Until then, do your work well!"

"As you command. We will never disappoint you, Master."

The three spoke devoutly, then turned into balls of light and merged into Aaron's body.

"Everything's progressing smoothly, right?" Aaron rubbed Abei's dragon head, then suddenly remembered something. "I nearly forgot about you."

"What did you forget about me, Master?" Abei asked in confusion.

"Do you want to become a god?"

"Yes." Abei answered without hesitation. It was an ambitious Holy Dragon. Becoming a god might be far away, but it was not beyond its reach.

"I thought so too. But with your rate of Magical Energy growth... if you advance step by step, it'll take at least a hundred years for you