A Dragon against the Whole World

"Wait, weren’t we talking about Gordon? Why are you showing me this Dragon Vein pig-like meatball?"

The Red Dragon wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, eyes full of confusion.

Galos remained silent, but his spiritual fluctuations were not calm; evidently, he was somewhat astounded and his resting body in Dragon Valley propped itself up.

"He is Gordon."

Iron Dragon Solrog slowly said.

"But it seems he was used as an experimental subject and had undergone some cruel torment, his body twisted and bloated into a ball."

Samantha was both shocked and angry.

"So vicious! Damn it, how dare they turn noble Dragons into pigs!"

Her roar echoed across the Black Iron Plain, and the followers at the alchemy assembly line around them hurried their actions, afraid to slack off.

Galos: "Did you build a Bloodline Chain with Gordon?"

Solrog: "I did, I asked him the reason, but he has not spoken for a long time, perhaps out of shame from his current situation, feeling as if his heart is dead."

Galos: "Contact him first; I will ask about the situation."

Solrog: "Alright."

The Iron Dragon laid down and coiled atop the high platform of Steel Nail Sentry, eyes shut tight, acting as a hub, his spiritual energy vibrating as he illuminated the blood line connecting to Gordon and built all Bloodline Chains together.

In an instant.

The round, ball-like Spiritual Body simultaneously appeared in the spiritual vision of Galos, Samantha, and Solrog, and they could sense and communicate with each other, forming an Ignatius Brothers ’chat group’.

"Once Solrog’s level increases."

"The Ignatius Brothers group will one day become the Ignas Family group."

Galos thought to himself.

And when he personally sensed Gordon’s spiritual state, even with Galos’s demeanor, his pupils slightly contracted.

Oh my, he truly is fat and bloated.

In terms of sheer girth, Gordon was already comparable to him, maybe even marginally larger, though Gordon was all soft fat, greasy and bloated, whereas Galos was built with steel-like muscles, majestic and imposing.

At the same time.

Iron Dragon Gordon’s Spiritual Body opened a slit-like eye, observing and sensing the surroundings.

Seeing Solrog did not elicit much reaction, as they had just interacted.

But upon seeing Galos, his tiny eyes instantly widened, with waves of flesh rippling: "Ga... Galos?!"

"It’s me."

Galos said.

When Gordon clearly saw the sharp spikes and streamlined muscles of the Red Iron Dragon, his small eyes burst with near-devout envy: "This is the form of my dreams!"

A strong, robust physique.

A fierce, menacing stance.

An aura of authority without words.

...Ahh! Why is this not me?!

No, I can’t go on like this, I need to align myself with Galos!

In the palace, Gordon’s actual body unconsciously sucked in his belly about to reach the ground.

He looked down at his round belly, vowing for the thousandth time to control his diet, full of determination and ambition.

"Gordon, my foolish brother, haha, you’re as fat as a pig, no, no pig could be as fat as you; you’re like a super pig wrapped in dragon skin."

Samantha mockingly taunted without mercy.

Her aggressiveness was strong except before Galos.

This familiar vibe... Being taunted by the Red Dragon did not anger Gordon; instead, he suddenly felt nostalgic.

"A brain stuffed with muscles, Red Dragon, what do you know?"

He retorted back, defending himself.

"I just have a larger stomach, not fat! These are my strategic reserves; you wouldn’t even have the chance to be like this."

He shook his body, making waves of flesh ripple, grunting: "If the two of us fought, I’d let you hit me for ten minutes, and your claws wouldn’t touch my flesh."

The Red Dragon did not get angry, laughing loudly several times again.

Gordon’s resistance and defense were too weak, lacking any bite.

"Enough idle chatter."

Galos got straight to the point, asking calmly and slowly: "Gordon, tell me, who turned you into this state? What happened to you?"

Gordon was rendered speechless again, not knowing how to speak.

"Maintaining four Bloodline Chains at once consumes a lot of my spiritual energy."

Solrog urged: "Gordon, whatever you have to say, say it quickly, don’t hesitate any longer."

After a few seconds of silence, Gordon wagged his short, stubby tail and sighed with a frown: "I don’t even know where to start; it’s a long story."

Galos asked: "Why are you within Federation territory?"

Although it feels a bit humiliating, under the questioning of the Red Iron Dragon, Gordon still honestly said, "Captured by humans."

With the guidance of the question.

He opened up and continued, "At that time, the princess of the Lothern Kingdom wanted a dragon as a companion, so I was sent to the Royal Court."

"I thought the Royal Court would be a dangerous place, but unexpectedly, those humans pampered me to no end, readily providing for me."

"Especially Princess Alina, who would rather cut back on her own expenses to give me the best living conditions."

Silence.

Galos, Solrog, Samantha... upon hearing the Fat Iron Dragon’s recount, all three dragons fell silent.

The bloodline network was uncharacteristically quiet.

Under the silent gaze of his peers, Gordon broke the silence, saying, "You might think I’ve become the Royal Court’s pet, a disgrace to the Dragon Race."

"But I don’t see it that way."

"After all, I don’t need to do anything every day, and those humans unconditionally provide for me, maintaining my Dragon Scale with whale oil, giving me delicious rare treats... They’re more like my servants."

"Yes, exactly, they are all my servants."

At this moment, Galos understood.

This guy, Gordon, wasn’t tortured by experiments; he was simply pampered too much. Naturally lazy and greedy, he ended up like this by freeloading.

Since leaving the Celestial Pit Territory, he probably hasn’t faced any real hardship.

Damn it!

Damn it!

Damn it!

Red Iron Dragon’s eyelids couldn’t help but twitch a few times.

Lothern Kingdom, the core of the Federation, even though on the brink of collapse, it remains the wealthiest kingdom, enjoying all the Federation’s resources.

Even a lazy bum like Gordon could be fattened up so much.

If those resources were given to Galos...

Galos couldn’t imagine what heights he would reach now.

The suffering of his brothers was hateful, but their success was even more heart-wrenching.

This time, it was the young dragons from the Border Area who fell silent.

"Why aren’t you saying anything?"

A few seconds later, Gordon asked.

Galos took a deep breath to calm his mind.

Nothing to be envious of.

Without destiny’s favor, one must rely on oneself, rely on persistent will, rely on day-and-night accumulation, to gradually obtain everything desired.

"Gordon, I remember you always dreamed of going south, so in a way, your wish is fulfilled."

Red Iron Dragon reminded, "The Saint King has fallen, and the Lothern Federation is already in turmoil, a storm is coming. As an Iron Dragon, you should be well aware of the current situation."

Upon hearing this, Gordon sighed.

"I know, the atmosphere in the Royal Court has become increasingly tense recently."

He said unilaterally, "But Princess Alina and I are deeply in love."

"I already have my own princess; this is the first step to becoming a super Evil Dragon. No matter what, I must find a way to protect Alina in the upcoming chaos. She is my most precious treasure."

Evil dragons and princesses have always been a perfect match.

Those top-tier Evil Dragons have basically all kidnapped princesses during their long lives, either taking them as companions or using them to extort wealth, luring adventurers wanting to heroically save the beauty to their doom.

What do you mean the princess and you are deeply in love?

Galos sized up Gordon’s ’rounded’ body, finding it hard to believe.

Red Dragon Samantha immediately locked onto the target, attacking Gordon with dragon force: "A princess can take a fancy to a pig like you? A human village girl would turn away at first sight of you."

Iron Dragon Gordon snorted, saying, "Brainless Red Dragon, what do you know? I disdain to explain more."

If he transformed into human form, the plump appearance might be unappealing.

But he’s a dragon, and a chubby dragon is actually very beloved by humans. In the Royal Court, he’s practically a ’social butterfly,’ with countless nobles taking pride in being able to feed him.

A Viscount of that level wouldn’t even have the qualification to see him.

"Heh, setting that aside, Gordon, in your current state, you probably can only roll rather than move, right? Can you even fly?" Samantha continued to mock.

With Gordon appearing, she felt her intelligence soar, finally no longer at the bottom among the Ignatius Brothers.

"I already said you don’t understand."

The Fat Iron Dragon patted his disproportionately small wings, saying, "The advanced casters in the court personally engraved magic runes for me: Flying Technique, Floating Technique, Acceleration Technique... There are countless solidified spells on me, and I fly much faster than you."

The Red Dragon sneered, disbelieving entirely.

"Alright, both of you, shut up now, we have serious matters to discuss."

Galos’s words interrupted Gordon and Samantha.

He asked Gordon, "Since you want to protect the princess and thus remain in the Lothern Royal Court, do you have any specific plans?"