Remember My Name!

In the distance, a giant fireball suddenly flashed into existence, followed by a thunderous boom. The flames slowly billowed into the sky, eventually forming a spectacular mushroom cloud.

The earth-shaking explosion made Xisitana and Kalpu shudder, immediately drawing a disdainful look from Sol.

He watched the orange-red flames gradually disappear into the night, the sneer already on his lips growing more pronounced.

Ignoring the two stupid, cowardly siblings he had acquired, Sol stepped out of the grass where he had been hiding and headed straight toward the explosion.

As he drew closer, the gruesome plight of the centaurs came clearly into view.

The air was thick with the mingled smells of blood and burning. He drew a deep breath, finding the scent unusually sweet.

His undisguised footsteps immediately caught the attention of the surviving centaurs, who turned furious, hate-filled gazes on him.

Lit by the flames consuming the tall grass around them, the ten-foot-long wyrmling swaggered to within a hundred meters of them and sat down.

"Hoofed bastards, how did it feel to fly? Wasn't it wonderful?"

Sol's casual, mocking words thoroughly ignited the centaurs' rage. They roared and tried to get up, but the slightest movement pulled at their wounds, causing a stab of agony.

"Damn reptile, was this your doing?!"

"I'll kill you!!"

The few less seriously injured centaurs had barely begun to move when the crafty wyrmling darted backward like a startled wildcat, leaving only his shrill voice faintly audible.

"Are you sure you want to leave your wounded companions behind and keep chasing me?

I have two siblings, you know. Aren't you afraid they might take the chance to do something nasty?"

The voice, like the hiss of a serpent, made the centaurs' hooves freeze in place. Wary of putting their companions in danger, they looked around at the wilderness, feeling as though a fearsome evil dragon might be lurking in every patch of darkness.

Lunaris had never imagined that, after defeating that young red dragon, he would end up falling to her offspring.

Where had this guy gotten that bomb? The mass of flames, more than ten meters across, had been even more powerful than Greater Fireball, not to mention those insidious stone fragments.

Bitterness and hatred tangled in his heart as Lunaris gritted his teeth against the pain and rose to his feet. Reaching behind him, he grabbed his longbow and nocked a bloodstained arrow.

His remaining right eye saw only a blur in the darkness, but the keen instincts he had honed over years of training soon allowed him to pinpoint the red wyrmling's direction by sound.

The mana flowing through his body gathered in the longbow in his hand through his palm. As he drew the bowstring, the arrow began to glow with a dazzling white light.

A needle-like prickling sensation made Sol abruptly stop taunting them. The claws on all four of his feet dug into the ground, and his back arched high.

The next instant, he saw an arrow flying straight at him like a shooting star. He hurriedly leaped aside, but a sharp pain still flared in his left side as the arrow tore a long, bloody gash across it.

Was this the strength of a high-level professional in this world? Even wounded, he could still deliver a lethal blow at any moment.

Rather than making Sol angry, the pain sent him into unrestrained laughter. His shrill, ringing laughter echoed across the wilderness, filled with indescribable mockery.

"Nice shot, but your aim was a little off. Is it because you've lost an eye and can't see your target clearly anymore?

Want me to stop and give you another chance? But judging by your condition, I'm afraid you're already done for!"

The sound of grinding teeth came from among the centaurs. Watching the notifications of increasing Mental Power Essence drift across his vision, Sol felt a surge of delight.

"Remember this: the one who defeated you was the great Suo'er Heliozuoge Aisemoge, Suncry Burnthroat...

One day, you will all tremble beneath my iron wings!!"

The voice, like a proclamation, gradually faded into the distance. A deathly silence settled over the surviving centaurs, and an inexplicable sense of unease welled up in their hearts.

This red wyrmling possessed not only the brutal strength of a red dragon but also the cunning of a green dragon. Once he grew up, the consequences would be too terrible to imagine.

As time passed, the fierce anger in their hearts gradually turned to deep fear without their realizing it.

If they were lucky enough to survive, perhaps one midnight in the future, they would remember everything that had happened today.

Sol had gone before the centaurs to mock them partly because of his evil dragon bloodline, but his more important purpose was to collect more Mental Power Essence.

Like faith, it came from the powerful emotions and thoughts of intelligent beings, so it likewise needed a clear target.

That was why gods spread their divine names and symbols, and demons had their own distinctive epithets.

Only by giving the centaurs a clear idea of who he was, and preferably getting them to spread his name, could Sol collect as much Mental Power Essence as possible.

Otherwise, the object of their hatred would be nothing more than a red dragon wyrmling. There were so many red dragon wyrmlings in the world-which one of them could represent him?

Now that everything was settled, Sol couldn't help baring his teeth.

The injury to his wing had yet to heal, and now he had another wound. Every step brought a searing pain.

But when he saw that his essence balance had risen to fifteen points and was still slowly climbing, he couldn't help feeling a surge of genuine delight. After a moment's thought, he withdrew the Blue Mushroom he had drawn earlier.

The air before him rippled like water, and a blue mushroom more than half a meter tall appeared out of thin air.

Supposedly, if this kind of Blue Mushroom grew on the corpse of a powerful monster, it could reach over three meters tall, like a small building.

I wonder if I can grow it in this world. Once I have my own territory, if I can grow some and sell them to humans as ingredients for magic potions, that should make a decent business, shouldn't it?

With these thoughts wandering through his head, Sol stuffed the entire Blue Mushroom into his stomach and returned to the place where he had parted from Xisitana and Kalpu.

The two red wyrmlings were excitedly swishing their tails. When they saw him return, they immediately came up to meet him.

"Was that explosion from the barrel we buried? That was amazing! Can you give me another one?"

"Damn you, Sol! How could you give them only your own name? You should have let those four-legged bastards know about the great Xisitana too!"

Sol glanced at the two fools and slapped them both with a backhand. Not bothering to waste words on them, he swayed his tail and led the way into the distance.

After this, those centaurs surely wouldn't dare continue pursuing them.

Next, they could find a suitable place to settle. They only needed to grow in peace for a few decades, and once they reached the young stage, they could...