I Have a Sailing Game

Sea of Holy Scales, Dragon Village.

After the chaos of the Two-headed Giant, Dragon Village was left greatly weakened, with only one-tenth of the Giant Dragons returning from Starry Dragon City. The entire village even faced the risk of fractures.

Thankfully, although few Giant Dragons remained, they were enough to support a community.

At this time, Duntemolin was in his prime, and at least until the next generation of Giant Dragons grew up, he could still protect Dragon Village.

However, compared to restoring Dragon Village’s vitality, Duntemolin was more concerned about another matter.

"Slumber?" Duntemolin frowned slightly, feeling that things were becoming quite troublesome: "Did you encounter some problem, Rogel?"

"No." Rogel slightly shook his head, telling Duntemolin: "You don’t need to worry. If Extreme Night Stars initiate warfare, I can still help."

Upon hearing this, Duntemolin’s heart still did not relax.

Even though the false god Oduan was immobilized by the True God Skull’s suppression, this made the current Dragon Village seemingly a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment.

Due to this consideration, Duntemolin had even begun looking for a place outside Dragon Village for survival.

Rogel was obviously aware of Duntemolin’s concerns, but he had no better solution.

"The young dragon has something special."

Rogel didn’t bring up the previous topic again, instead asking about another matter.

Hearing this, Duntemolin nodded slightly, with a frown and a hint of worry in his eyes: "Yes, that child carries the Starry Sky’s power."

This was not good news.

The initial purpose of bringing Dragon Eggs to Starry Dragon City was not for this, but rather to anchor their location, allowing them to be baptized when Duntemolin, the Clan Leader, ascended as a True God, making them stronger.

Unfortunately, Dragon Village later realized that this so-called ascension was merely wishful thinking, and baptizing Dragon Eggs was a fantasy.

And the poor young dragon, even affected by Star Power, becoming a product fused with it.

"Perhaps... this is not entirely a bad thing."

After a moment of thought, Rogel said.

Duntemolin looked at his expression, eyebrows furrowed, understanding his implication: "Are you saying..."

"Let’s try." Rogel said, not caring much about it, just doing it in passing.

Solving Dragon Village’s problems and hidden dangers ultimately falls on demigods like them.

"Also find a way out for Dragon Village." Rogel looked at a young Giant Dragon flying outside the Dragon Nest and said.

After hearing this, Duntemolin was silent for a moment, seemingly thinking of something: "...Do you have a suitable place on your side?"

"Are you thinking of relocating the clan to the Sea of Confession?" Rogel seemed surprised.

It’s not that he thought it inappropriate, but in his view, the Sea of Confession would likely become a battlefield in the coming time, not a place of peace, and Duntemolin sending his clan there would probably be a mistake.

"No, just part of it." Duntemolin understood Rogel’s confusion, shaking his head to explain.

"...Alright."

Not putting all eggs in one basket... Rogel understood his thought, nodding in agreement.

Clearly, the Giant turmoil had taught Duntemolin a profound lesson.

If not careful, even a strong race like the Giant Dragons could still disappear from history...

"By the way." Just as Rogel was about to leave, he remembered something, saying: "If there’s someone suitable who needs Ancestral Essence Blood, let me know anytime."

Duntemolin nodded but sighed inside.

Suitable candidate... Dragon Village is unlikely to have such a Giant Dragon for the foreseeable future.

After bidding farewell to Duntemolin, Rogel quickly found Uvie Muzhe.

Notably, the young dragon and a few dragonlings were also playing beside it, with Uvie Muzhe lying on its stomach, watching these silly little creatures with a deadpan expression, looking frustrated.

"Hey Uvie, babysitting, huh?"

Rogel’s descended figure slowly appeared in front of it, teasing.

"Roar roar!" Apparently sensing Rogel’s arrival, the young dragon stopped playing stack with the other dragonlings, quickly ran over, and hovered around Rogel, affectionately rubbing against his arm.

The young dragon had grown a lot now, even while squatting, it was almost exceeding Rogel’s human form in size.

Rogel smiled and patted its head, then pulled out a pile of delicious treats from the Item Inventory and placed them before it.

"Roar roar!" Upon seeing the tasty food, the young dragon wasn’t as affectionate to him anymore.

"Rogel?"

Seeing Rogel’s arrival.

Initially, Uvie Muzhe was quite happy.

But when he heard Rogel’s words, his face immediately darkened.

"Don’t mention it, the old clan leader insists I watch these little rascals, who are noisy every day—I’m going to lose my mind!"

"These kinds of things should be left to the female dragons. I’m not that meticulous. What if I accidentally lose one and... hissing..."

Suddenly, while complaining, Uvie Muzhe gasped and glared angrily at a young dragonling biting his thigh.

He originally planned to swat it, but instead, he chose to roll his eyes and gently pushed it away with resignation.

"Look, it’s too bothersome."

Uvie Muzhe wailed.

It’s hard to imagine that a Giant Dragon scoundrel would have a day to babysit.

Rogel couldn’t help but chuckle: "Clan Leader Duntemolin trusts you. These are the future of your Giant Dragon Race."