"After all... dragons are just like that by nature."
"Don't lump me in with those lowly creatures!"
Kurma, unquestionably one of the Dragon race's highest-ranking beings, took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to hit him as she spoke.
"Oh, is that so?"
Li Zihan looked at the person who clearly wanted to hit him but could not because of the ownership issue, smiling brilliantly.
"How about... giving it a try?"
As the holder of World Dragon Kurma's ownership and her indisputable master, the God of War extended his ringed hand as he spoke.
Kurma's expression changed at once. Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she took a step back and furiously shouted at her master.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Why wouldn't I?"
The God of War, who had never been in the habit of forcing women, looked at the dragon girl's extremely intense reaction with an interested expression.
"The offspring of a pureblooded dragon of the highest rank should be exceptional, right?"
"Don't you know what reproductive isolation is?!"
Kurma's voice trembled slightly as she felt her chastity being threatened.
She was genuinely panicking. Little Garden's ownership was an utterly unreasonable thing; as long as that guy gave an order, even if it was "come up here and do it yourself," she would have to obey.
The little horned dragon girl began to regret not staying among the sea of stars to sleep, and instead following Shaka out to settle accounts with the Demon King "Rama."
Not only had they failed to settle anything, but nearly one-third of Little Garden's top combat forces had collectively gone GG, becoming the Demon King's property and being forced to switch sides to attack Little Garden's Third Floor.
And it seemed she had also caught the attention of this guy,