My Foolish Little Brother

Whether it was because the Inheritance Mark had been damaged or because his soul had grown considerably stronger over the years, this time Li Wei felt only a brief moment of dizziness before his consciousness appeared in midair in another world.

The entire view seemed like an old film reel weathered by time, faded and dim, making everything feel unreal. Only when the howling wind seemed to pass right through his "body" did he feel even the slightest bit of reality.

"Hmm, this time I didn't directly enter the Silver Dragon Miss's body and get a third-person view? Well, that works too. But can someone tell me where Sylvie's dragon went?"

He had known all along that the damaged Mark would surely cause a whole string of problems, but Li Wei still felt a faint twinge of regret and disappointment.

Time drifted by in emptiness and dejection for who knew how long. Just as he thought he was going to come away empty-handed this time, several blurry black silhouettes appeared one after another on the horizon. Perhaps because they were moving so fast, and because the "damaged footage" kept intermittently freezing and skipping, those silhouettes rapidly grew larger.

Before Li Wei could get a clear look, a sharp whoosh swept past him, leaving behind a low rumble like a fighter jet skimming over the ground.

Holy crap! It's Sylvie! I've finally found you! But can dragons really fly this fast?!

It took Li Wei a moment to react. His vocabulary failed him; all he could think to say was "holy crap" to describe how he felt. What shocked him even more was that these dragons were flying at speeds far beyond his expectations.

Just as Li Wei was gloating, several more sharp whooshes sounded in quick succession. A few red figures, along with one green one, flashed past!

"Holy crap! Six Red Dragons and one Green Dragon! The Silver Dragon Miss sure is popular! But since when did Chromatic Dragons learn to move in groups like Metal Dragons?"

In Li Wei's inherited memories, Metal Dragons like his own kind were accustomed to living in small, widely dispersed groups. This ensured every dragon had a sufficient and sustainable hunting range, and if they encountered danger, they could call on nearby allies for support at short notice. If their opponent wanted a duel, they'd fight one-on-one; if their opponent wanted a brawl, they'd brawl.

Of course, more often than not, it was the other side challenging them all at once, or them ganging up on one opponent.

Most Metal Dragons belonged to the Lawful Good Alignment, but their goodness wasn't the spineless, no-bottom-line kind. It was more akin to the Silver Crusaders in Li Wei's memories.

In other words, if you shared my ideals and saw eye to eye with me, we were all good brothers. But if you were a scoundrel who crossed my bottom line, I'd kill you without a second thought. I'd have no qualms about killing and looting.

The Chromatic Dragons of the Evil Alignment, on the other hand, had so many deep-rooted vices ingrained in their souls that they found it difficult to trust one another. Their inherited memories were full of their own past misdeeds.

For instance, Chromatic Dragons often developed a desire to steal dragon eggs. They didn't simply eat them—that was usually only done with worthless Dead Eggs. If the eggs belonged to ordinary Dragon Beasts, the dragons would raise them as powerful enforcers or sell them to humans. And if they were lucky enough to steal a True Dragon Egg, well, there were all sorts of things they could do with that.

For example, some elderly Chromatic Dragons who had lost the ability to reproduce enjoyed doing things like, "Your dragon egg? I'll raise it," which was enough to make anyone's eggs ache.

An even more despicable practice was summoning a devil from Barto Hell and selling the True Dragon Egg there in exchange for their favorite treasures or Soul Crystals.

Of course, such vile acts were strictly forbidden from being done in the open. Even Tiamat, the Mother of Evil Dragons, couldn't tolerate anything that would gradually weaken the Chromatic Dragon race. If she discovered someone doing it, the punishment was usually extraordinarily cruel.

This mindset was what led Chromatic Dragons to live alone.

But nothing was absolute. Apart from following Tiamat's divine edicts as the Evil Scale and taking part in the Dragon Fall War, fighting to the death against Metal Dragons in the outer planes, they would occasionally set aside their differences and cooperate for a short time—provided they had a shared interest and the potential reward was worthwhile, though they'd still remain wary of one another.

Just like now!

Amid terrifying waves of elemental energy, the Chromatic Dragons unleashed powerful Evocation Magic with reckless abandon, as if they were Demons spreading hardship and calamity throughout the world.

Since six of them were Red Dragons, most of their spells were fire-based Evocation Magic. Their power was considerable, but their aim left something to be desired.

Sylvie flitted through the onslaught like a butterfly dancing through the ****. The barrage of Evocation Magic rained down on her, yet not a single scale was scratched.

Instead, the spells sailed past her and crashed into the endless forest below. Terrifying explosions and blazing fires filled the air as towering trees snapped and toppled with anguished groans. The scene was spectacular, though who knew how many innocent beasts had been turned into ghosts.

This only enraged the pack of evil dragons behind her. Their burliest member frantically channeled his magic and charged straight after her, opening his enormous, fang-filled maw to bite down on Sylvie's neck.

"Still too young," Li Wei scoffed.

The next moment proved him right.

"Wait! Dalacambis! Don't! Watch out for her—" one of the Red Dragons called, trying to stop him.

But before the Red Dragon could finish his warning, Sylvie's back muscles tensed below the nape of her neck. Just as she seemed about to meet her end in a dragon's jaws, she spun 180 degrees in midair like a J-20 fighter jet. Her slender yet powerful foreclaw slammed into the face of the Red Dragon, whose mouth was still wide open.

Pfft!

"Roar!!!"

Amid a dreadful cracking sound and the Red Dragon's anguished howl, its left eye burst from the blow, scattering translucent vitreous fluid and blood across the sky.

But that was only the beginning of the tragedy. Next came her tail, lashing like a whip with the terrifying force of a battering ram.

The Red Dragon was struck across the waist and let out a horribly distorted, warped scream. Like a beat-up scooter caught in a highway crash, its whole body bent into an exaggerated U-shape. Its shattered organs and a flood of blood gushed from its mouth as sparks sputtered and died.

Finally, Sylvie pushed off the Red Dragon with a "rabbit kicking an eagle" maneuver, springing away from the dragon that was already half-dead. As she left, her hind claws also tore dozens of pounds of scales and flesh from its vulnerable belly.

That move also let her narrowly dodge a Green Dragon's breath attack.

After this series of maneuvers to escape danger and counterattack—so dazzling that Li Wei and the other dragons were left dumbfounded—the Silver Dragon Miss's Red Dragon form transformed in midair into a humanoid one.

Three thousand strands of hair streamed behind her like a cascading galaxy. Her sea-blue eyes were utterly tranquil, revealing not a hint of emotion. She wore a plain white dress whose hem seemed to defy gravity, never flipping upward as she fell, only turning in a slow circle with the breeze. A few patches of brilliant silver scales remained visible on her body, making her look as though she were dressed for a lavish human ball.

Thud!

The unfortunate Red Dragon crashed into the wilderness, forming a meteorite-like crater, and lay there twitching. Sylvie landed lightly, and a simple staff made from a slender tree branch appeared in her hand. She drove it firmly into the ground.

She slowly looked up at the dragons, who had fallen eerily silent from shock and wariness. At last, her gaze settled on the one at their head. She spoke calmly:

"Soren Grel, my foolish little brother, tell me: was this operation really Mother's idea?"

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