Chapter 193 - 192: Planning and Arrangement
Bringing up the old topic again, Leon already mastered enough powerful spells; having one more or one less wouldn’t make a big difference. Although the occasions for their use might differ somewhat, the improvement is there. However, not having enough mana to cast so many spells remains a problem.
Leon’s top priority right now wasn’t to continue learning new spells—he hadn’t even been studying them to begin with, relying entirely on Golden Finger rewards. In fact, these rewards weren’t intentional either. What really mattered was increasing mana.
Since nothing pressing or urgent required immediate action, Leon decided to settle down peacefully for a few years, focusing on improving his mana before considering other matters.
He had no interest in attacking the Elf City in the wild forests around Watchtower Port—that was Green Dragon Cecilia’s ambition. Leon was even uninterested in amassing wealth; as long as he had enough to spend, it was fine. However, he did have a bit of interest in places like the Star Realm, Abyss, and Nine Prisons. Those places were incredibly dangerous and required substantial strength to explore.
Leon’s decision to live peacefully for a few years didn’t mean he would do absolutely nothing and simply lounge around on Volcanic Island every day. Although he could do so—his Breathing and Exhaling Skill could be practiced just the same whether in the forest, desert, or sea—it wouldn’t be until he matured into a young dragon, grew in physique, and amassed sufficient mana to command even Demon Lords to respect him.
"Feel free to chop down trees anywhere except the ones near my villa."
"That’s not how you build roads... make sure to compact them properly, preferably paving them with stones."
"Once the dock is finished, you can start constructing warehouses."
Leon personally oversaw Volcanic Island’s development, directly participating in inspections. He couldn’t entrust everything to the Efreeti; Leon didn’t really trust that slave master, who lacked moderation and frequently resorted to whipping and scolding. Yet when issues arose due to "good intentions from above, poorly executed below," it was difficult to handle him since there was no one else competent enough to replace him.
He had shapeshifters infiltrate Watchtower Port to silently spread influence, while simultaneously playing the role of the port’s protector. Hoping to gradually win the residents’ support, the coup he had spent so long orchestrating ultimately never even started—because Watchtower Port simply surrendered on its own, which was somewhat anticlimactic.
Reality wasn’t like a game. It wasn’t possible to painstakingly grind until max level, defeat the hidden boss, only for the storyline boss to adamantly oppose you, letting you breeze through to the end.