Chapter 200 - 199: Role Playing
It’s been more than twenty years, almost thirty, since Leon became a Red Dragon. In truth, he really wanted to fully embrace being a Red Dragon, doing things a Red Dragon should do—like attacking kingdoms and destroying cities... though he wasn’t particularly interested in kidnapping princesses.
It wasn’t that he had suddenly decided to unleash himself and yield to the chaotic and evil nature of a Red Dragon.
His soul always belonged to a human. Raised with a sense of goodness since childhood, he may have broken laws here and there, but when it came to actual crime, it was something he only dared to imagine. Countless times, he’d fantasized about ramming his car into those who flagrantly violated traffic rules, and while he had certainly committed some wrongdoings, it was mainly because he wanted to engage in role-playing.
To engage in mindless attacks on kingdoms and destroy cities purely for the sake of experience felt idiotic to Leon—and morally incompatible. Unless there was some unique loot as a reward, he didn’t even like randomly killing people in games, though going through cabinets and stealing things gave him no moral pause.
Because he lacked parental protection, he spent his baby dragon days hiding and evading threats. During his youthful dragon years, he managed to carve out and rule a tiny patch of forest. By the time he grew into a teenage dragon, his journey stretched from the forest to the desert. He had admittedly done quite a lot and was undeniably strong, but recklessness could still cost him his life. When he finally became an older teenage dragon, he no longer needed to cower so much...
He wasn’t doing it purely for the experience; nor was he being idiotic. His actions served his own interests. Leon initially thought of targeting Watchtower Port to make a bold impression, but had not anticipated that the town would surrender outright.
My phone gets stolen, I demand the bus to stop, search everyone onboard, and declare that no one gets off until my phone is recovered—is there really a problem here? My shop is robbed; surely, you owe me back my stolen belongings, right? Regarding attacking the Oasis City, Leon felt no moral pressure whatsoever—in fact, he found the thought quite thrilling.
After an uneventful night, Leon woke up early at dawn. The energy he had expended yesterday was completely replenished. After a brief discussion with Tassera, he decisively reverted to his Dragon Form.
"Someone among you has done something wrong, and now I demand an explanation from you all." Leon flew above Oasis City, circling in loops.