The Bad-Breathed Dragon

"Just as I thought... old people's legs really aren't reliable..." Rosa Kevin looked up at the towering peak before her, her legs beginning to tremble.

"My Earth Mother... how long will it take to reach the top... Why the hell do dragons all like living on high mountains? Can't they live in ordinary houses?!!! Not people-friendly at all!"

The mountain Rosa Kevin was climbing was called Barrier. In the dictionary of the Northern Old Gods, it meant obstruction and barrier. Interestingly, this very Barrier had been created ten years ago when she awakened and disturbed the earth veins. In other words... Rosa Kevin had personally demonstrated a famous saying—"When there are difficulties, face them. When there are none, create them and face them anyway."

The sky turned from white to black, then back to white. After climbing for a full day and night, the exhausted Rosa finally reached the summit of Barrier. Unlike the mountainside, which was piled with mud and Black Snow, the summit's environment was not too terrible due to the influence of dragon magic.

Though it could not be called lush with vegetation, bursting with life, profound, and bursting with life, it at least ensured that the dragons' living environment looked presentable. It seemed Rosa Kevin's Curse had not affected this place too severely.

Rosa Kevin took a deep breath, catching the scent of Nanstone Grass. The poplars and roses before the nest were growing rather well. Talismans, amulets, and spellstones hung messily from the surrounding bushes. Roars echoed from within the nest. Their afternoon nap was over, and it was time for the dragons to wake up.

"Inhale—exhale—I am a god of civilization."

Rosa Kevin calmed herself and silently prayed to the Earth Mother first, then shouted into the nest.

"You damned thieves—return our treasure at once—, you damned four-legged worms, bandits, thieves~~ IXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!"

Before Rosa Kevin could finish, a roar burst from the dragon cave. Violent winds swept across the shrubs at the summit, and the immense pressure kept Rosa Kevin from lifting her head. Five earth-brown Common Dragons spread their wings, bright orange magic glowing in their eyes.

"Hmm—you were the one outside our home, spewing filth and chattering endlessly, disturbing our rest!" Li Laar, the father of dragons, said as he pinched Rosa Kevin's head. "Witch, seeing as you are a woman, we shall not make things difficult for you. Apologize at once, otherwise..."

"Otherwise? Heh heh! Mere dragons dared speak to me in such a tone!" Pale green energy drifted from Rosa Kevin's body. "I came here to collect a debt. You must return what you owe me!"

"This energy... could you be..."

"That's right! I am..."

"A lunatic who came to the mountaintop for a picnic and decided to jump off a cliff while he was at it?" The youngest dragon interrupted the conversation between the dragon father and Rosa Kevin.

All the dragons and Rosa Kevin turned to look at the dragon spouting nonsense. "Huh?..."

"This... this..." The young dragon panicked. "I didn't... say anything... That wasn't me..."

"Uh... but those words came out of your mouth..." the dragon's older brother refuted. "That voice was definitely yours..."

"I really didn't say anything!" A strange light flashed through the dragon's eyes.

"What is going on..." Rosa Kevin turned to look at the young dragon. A stream of energy lingered in the center of his brain and wandered through his body. As an evil god, Rosa Kevin instinctively sensed that something was wrong with the young dragon. Just as she was about to say something, the young dragon abruptly changed his attitude and snatched Rosa Kevin from the dragon father's hand with one claw.

"If you want to jump off a cliff, jump off a cliff. If you want a picnic, have a picnic. Eating and jumping off cliffs at someone else's doorstep brings bad luck, and do you know how hard that is to clean up? Did your mother never teach you proper dining etiquette, or did your father never tell you that hazardous waste isn't recyclable?"

Rosa Kevin: "Huh???"

"What do you mean, huh? At your age, you're still acting cute. Did you grow up eating XXX? Stammering, dithering, nagging, babbling—does your mouth feel clogged? Want me to give you something watery to rinse with and moisten your throat?"

"You, you, you..." Rosa Kevin was hit by the young dragon's stupidity-reducing attack, her blood pressure skyrocketing as she began cursing back at him. "IXXXXXXXXXXXX, XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX, XXXXXXXXXXXXXX."

The young dragon countered, "XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX, XXXXXXXXXXX"

The dragon mother tugged on the dragon father's tail wing. "Who did our son learn this talent for cursing from..."

The dragon father said, "Well... I only complain occasionally... but I've never cursed like that... Besides, his vocabulary is much richer than mine when I complain..."

"Then that's strange. For the sake of our sons' healthy growth, I never curse at home. So where did he get this ability to curse people from?"

After half an hour of arguing, Rosa Kevin was defeated.

"I have lived through hundreds of eras, witnessed the destruction of countless worlds, and know every kind of curse from the past and present. Why did I lose today to a mere Common Dragon? I... I... I refuse to accept this!!"

Panting heavily, Rosa Kevin prepared to use her final trump card against the bad-breathed dragon. She shouted:

"I am the strongest Demon King, the Earth's youngest daughter, the Lord of Decay, the Elder Evil God who devoured seven worlds—Rosa. Lafipia. Yuries. Kevin! Do you mere Common Dragons know the consequences of angering a Demon King?!!!"

"Fuck you—" The young dragon flicked her off the mountaintop with one finger. "Everything calls itself a Demon King these days. Do you have a license? A contract?"

"Uh..." The dragon father stared in shock. "What is wrong with this child? Wasn't he perfectly normal a few days ago? Why is he so irritable today? I hadn't even figured out who this witch was before he killed her? That is far too disrespectful to his father..."

"Perhaps his injured brain hasn't recovered from fighting with his brothers a few days ago..." the dragon mother answered.

"I see..." The dragon father nodded. "Then remember not to let him stay alone. Have his brothers keep an eye on him."

"Alright..."

The dragon mother flapped her wings and led the dragons back into the nest. Only the dragon father looked down toward the cliff below.

"Rosa Kevin... wasn't she killed by the Hero ten years ago? Why is she alive again today? Just how many clones does she have..."

The viewpoint returned to Rosa Kevin. At that moment, the evil god had rolled all the way from Barrier's peak to its base. Mud along the way mixed with Black Snow and kneaded her into a ball. She finally stopped after crashing into a long-withered spirit tree and knocking it down.

"I... blegh—" Yellowish-brown stuff spilled from Rosa Kevin's mouth. "That XXXXX dragon was so rude..."

"No!" Rosa Kevin struggled out of the mud. "I am an ancient evil god! How could I be defeated so easily! Dragons!!!"

Rosa Kevin looked toward the peak of Barrier behind her. "You little stinkbugs! I have written your names down in my little notebook! The next time I come back, I will definitely take your lives!!!"

"Grrr~"

"Ah~ no... I'm hungry again..." The vigor Rosa Kevin had just gathered leaked away. Limping, she headed down the mountain.

"Now that I didn't get the dragons' treasure, I definitely can't go back to the slimes. That would be too humiliating, and those sticky things probably don't have food for me anyway. Rather than that..."

Rosa Kevin looked toward Leichina Village.

"Tch... though it is embarrassing, I can only go rely on that brother and sister again. At worst, after I get the treasure back, I'll treat them to a few good meals. If that still doesn't work, I can give them part of the cities I conquer later. But I can't give them the high-end, luxurious city center. That is where money makes money. Giving two country children some thin, uncultivated fields in the outskirts outside the city will be enough. Anyway, if the city expands later, they can make quite a bit too..."

"Mm..." Rosa Kevin nodded and praised herself for her cleverness. "Then it's happily decided!"

But after arriving at the village, Rosa Kevin learned just how naive her idea had been. The entire village had become ashes. Yellow-green mud and Black Snow piled atop the shattered remains of houses. Rosa Kevin was the only person on the empty land.

"I... I..." Rosa Kevin knelt before the ashes of Leichina's home and sobbed. Her aged yet plump hands dug desperately downward, as though something important had been buried beneath the ashes. Yellow-green mud seeped venom, while black snow fell without end.

After discovering that all her efforts were futile, Rosa Kevin let out a pained and unwilling howl:

"Why... why... didn't you even leave behind a single potato—this evil god is fucking starving to death—"

Dusk fell, and the mountaintops began to glow yellow. It was dinner time for humans, and also feeding time for dragons. The dragons' mother—Mimilar—transformed into human form and stood in the kitchen inside the nest, making stew.

A hundred-square-meter giant pot simmered with sheep and wild boars captured elsewhere. After being dehaired, dissected, and gutted, the meat was tender, plump, and crystalline. It was rubbed with salt, added to the pot with wild vegetables, and before long, rich aromas rose from the pot.

"Li Laar, make the fire bigger," Mimilar said.

"Alright, dear." Li Laar, the dragon father, breathed fire beneath the pot, helping his wife prepare dinner.

"Ah~ it smells so fucking XXXXX good~" The one cursing was the dragons' youngest son—Bilila. He had hurt his head while playing with his brothers a few days earlier, so he now frequently spewed foul language. "I fucking XXXXXXXX didn't know dragons could cook. This XXXXXXXXX and XXXXXXXXX game is different..."

"Um, little brother..." said Abila, the eldest dragon brother beside him. "Although... we hurt your head before, and I'm very sorry about that, but... could you stop cursing? Um... I'm not trying to oppose you or anything... after all, you are my brother."

"What the XXXXX are you talking about? I think you ate too much XXXXXX and are XXXXXXXX here. The toilet is so big, I suggest you go take a look. It would greatly improve your speeches, IXXXXXXXXXXX, XXXXXXXXXXXX."

"Bilila! Aren't you going a little too far? Big brother means well..." Before the second son, Dubila, could finish speaking, Bilila shouted wildly.

"Bi your XXXXXXXX, la your XXXXXXXXX, I think you are XXXXXXXXXXXX. I'm going too far, your XXXXXX. You lowly XXXXXXXXXX, with that sneaky rat face, that shifty rat look, a street rat everyone wants to beat. You must have watched too much Tom and Jerry lately. You dared tell your XXXXX what to do? I'm here, XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX."

"Bang—" Unable to endure Bilila's foul mouth any longer, the dragon mother Mimilar smashed his head with a giant iron ladle. After a bang, the bad-breathed dragon collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

"Um... Mimilar... isn't hitting the child like that a little too harsh... After all, he hasn't eaten dinner yet..." Li Laar, the dragon father, said.

"Is that so..." Mimilar said very gently. "That child's mouth is so filthy. He will not be allowed dinner as punishment~"

"I see." Li Laar nodded and continued tending the fire for Mimilar's cooking.

Meanwhile, Mimilar continued stirring the stew with the giant iron ladle. That night, every dragon except Bilila enjoyed a delicious dinner.

In this world, dragon species were extremely complex. There were Pipilra Dragons with divine attributes; Ralierman Dragons with elemental attributes; and Lulolinge Divine Dragons with mental attributes. Dragons of different attributes could also be divided into various subspecies, and dragons of each subspecies ate different things.

Li Laar's family belonged to the beast type, the so-called Common Dragons. Other than their size, they were not much different from ordinary living creatures and needed water and food. Even so, they retained the traits unique to dragons—greed and stinginess...