Chapter 4: The Real Dragon Daddy Has Arrived
Crack! Crack!
Watching the sudden appearance of his "daughter," the dragon whelp, munching away on the metallic-looking eggshell.
Matthew could clearly feel the little creature's body growing at an astonishing rate.
"As expected, this behavior is like how most mammals in my previous life would eat their own placenta—it's a successful strategy for super creatures like dragons."
In no time, the little one had finished eating the entire eggshell.
Compared to its initial soft appearance, the creature's skin and scales had become firm and resilient.
It let out a contented burp, its sapphire-like eyes gleaming, and its round baby teeth gave it an incredibly cute and endearing look.
Patting the adorable little creature, Matthew tried to communicate with it through telepathy:
"What's your true name?"
"Yaya? Daddy, what's a true name? Can you eat it?"
The cute little thing affectionately crawled to Matthew's feet, lifted its head, and rubbed its tiny belly against his leg, responding with a clear foodie vibe.
Seeing its not-so-bright demeanor, Matthew felt a twinge of concern but then thought, somewhat strangely:
"This isn't such a big deal; raising this little one should be fine, though she might eat a lot in the future..."
After making up his mind, Matthew gently picked her up. The soft little body weighed about ten pounds, like a large plush toy.
The little one was very fond of Matthew, letting out a few happy sounds before burying her head in his chest and falling asleep within seconds.
A different kind of feeling welled up in Matthew's heart as he gently stroked the little one's head, suddenly realizing how quiet it had become around him.
There were no exclamations from others, no alerts from Ralph or Angela, and even the faint sound of the wind and the chirping of insects had disappeared.
"What's going on?"
Matthew turned to look around and found everyone frozen like statues, not moving an inch, even the mist floating in the air had halted in place.
A feeling of indescribable horror surged in his heart. As a former Great Arcanist who loved manipulating time and space, known as the "Child of Time and Space," Matthew instinctively recognized this legendary spell—Nine-Ring Time Stop!
What impressed Matthew the most was the caster's precision in controlling the spell, isolating only himself from its effects.
The caster's spell level was at least 25+!
High-level legendary!
They have another title, Demigod!
With that realization, Matthew relaxed his mental guard. If the other party truly wanted to kill him, it would be no harder than squashing an ant—there was no need for such a convoluted approach.
I'm weak, I'll lie down, no panic at all!
Scanning his surroundings, there was no movement. He looked behind him, but nothing stirred.
There was only one possibility left!
Matthew gently patted the soundly sleeping little creature, calmly raised his head, and met a pair of enormous vertical pupils!
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Sorcery Monarch
Science FictionCrossing into Netheril, becoming a small lord. Nurturing a Time Whelp, developing arcane magic, and transforming technology. Absorbing populations from various races such as humans, dwarves, elves, halflings, drow, tieflings, and the magicborn, to...