Chapter 3: Astral Infusion

Sleep when you are full, and eat when you wake up. Ansair lived a life like that of a pig but grows much faster than a pig.

In just one month, his size has fully doubled.

This is because his mother often brings back the same prey, and the "Feast" is not activated every day.

You must know that an average baby dragon will be twice as big when it is about to enter the age of five.

This really surprised his mother, and checked Ansair several times with magic, but found nothing wrong.

His vitality is very prosperous, not the growth rate obtained by overdrawing his vitality.

Olivia can only lament that it is Lord Dragon God who gave her a child with extraordinary talents.

Waking up that day, Ansair found that his mother was not in the lair, and there was a long-dead four-horned bull on the ground.

This savage bull is indeed more in line with the taste of the dragon clan. His mother often catches it back to eat, and the "Feast" skill can no longer be applied.

Compared to a month ago, not only was his body twice as big, but his vitality was also much stronger.

His spirit has improved a lot, unlike when he was just born, he was either very hungry or sleepy.

Ansair savored the food slowly, but he couldn't help feeling that the current life was very boring.

He either eats or sleeps every day, and the only recreational activity is lying on the gold coin pile and counting them.

Having no interest in eating, he stood up and walked outside the palace.

Walking out of the main hall, there is a long tunnel outside. Rows of magic lamps are installed on both sides of the tunnel, emitting light to illuminate the originally dark tunnel.

Ansair stopped walking when he reached the door.

A tall stone door was as wide as the tunnel, and it was scattered with red, yellow, blue and green gemstones, shining under the light.

The cave is the lair of the Golden Dragon, full of their aura, ordinary beasts dare not to wander around the entrance of the cave.

But for the sake of safety, and also to prevent Ansair from sneaking out, his mother always closed the door when she move out.

Ansair put his two paws on the stone door and pushed it with all his strength, but there was no response at all.

The stone door was too heavy, he couldn't push it open now.

Once he realized this and knew that he couldn't get out, he lost interest.

He'll just go back to sleep after eating the meat.

Ansair turned around and walked back into the hall, when he suddenly heard a sound coming from the pile of jewels.

'Could it be that a dragon egg has broken its shell, and I will have younger brothers and sisters.'

When Ansair thought that he was about to have a playmate, he immediately ran towards the dragon eggs excitedly.

Life in the dragon's nest is really boring. His mother is either going out, sleeping, or counting gold coins. Having a younger brother and sister is not so lonely.

Ansair leaned in front of the dragon eggs. Among the four dragon eggs, the most front one was shaking violently, and the complicated magic pattern on the surface of the eggshell was shining with golden light.

He stared nervously at the dragon egg, wondering if the little one would be born smoothly.

According to the low birth rate of Golden Dragons, it is very likely that only a Dragon Beast emerges from the shell.

Dragon Beasts can't be counted as a member of Golden Dragons. They are deformed and ugly, and their intelligence is as low as wild beasts. They have no real names and no inherited memories, so it is impossible for them to possess magic.

This kind of existence cannot be seen by the proud and powerful real dragon at all.

Usually, the Evil Dragons will eat the Dragon Beast in its lair, or throw it into the wilderness and let it fend for itself.

From the good faction, the Golden Dragons will raise the Dragon Beasts into juvenile dragons and then release them.

If a Dragon Beast is born, whether it is for Ansair or his mother, it is no different from a pet kitten or a puppy.

It must be a real dragon, it must be a real dragon, Ansair prayed in his heart.

The arrogant nature of the Golden Dragon made him not very fond of Dragon Beasts, only real dragons can play with him.

Something unexpected happened. The dragon egg that had been shaking violently cracked, and the frequency of shaking continued to shrivel.

Ansair could feel that the life force in the dragon egg was being lost, and the dragon egg was heading toward death.

He stared anxiously at the dragon egg, stretched out his claws to help it get out of the egg, but stopped in mid-air.

He was a little hesitant. The memory of the Golden Dragon's inheritance let him know that if the Golden Dragon was helped by foreign objects on the way to breaking its shell, it would most likely become a Dragon Beast with low intelligence.

Seeing that the dragon egg was almost silent, he finally made up his mind.

Dragon Beasts are just Dragon Beasts, keeping a pet is better than playing with a dragon.

The sharp claws touched the dragon egg, and Ansair suddenly felt his body empty, as if a sense of weakness had come to his heart.

Then, he saw a green starburst from his claws, drowning the egg.

The dragon egg, which was almost lifeless, miraculously regained its strength.

The dragon egg shook and struggled violently, cracks appeared on the eggshell.

Finally, the dragon egg broke open, and a round dragon's head emerged from the eggshell.

"O'Neill Elena!"

The little golden dragon shouted her real name, proving that she was a great dragon, not a weak and pitiful Dragon Beast.

The little Golden Dragon finished eating the eggshells under her, then ran to the four-horned bull that Ansair hadn't finished eating with her short legs.

Ansair was overjoyed when he saw that the little Golden Dragon was born smoothly, and it was a real dragon.

But the great weakness brought about by the loss of his own vitality, made him lie on the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

After being full, Elena leaned against him and fell into a deep sleep.

A month passed, and Ansair finally entered the black mist again.

He woke up under the stele engraved with the Void Behemoth, and looked up at the writing on the stele.

[Feast: Devour an enemy greedily, causing a high amount of real damage, and the damage value increases according to the amount of food. Swallowing creatures can increase size and vitality, and eating the same creature can only make you grow six times. One day cooldown. Current number of layers: 21.]

Ansair nodded, the number of superimposed layers displayed on the stele was similar to what he had calculated.

He turned his head and looked around for something.

With the green starlight on his paws and the unexplained weakness of his body before, he knew that he must have awakened some kind of skill again.

Sure enough, another stele stood not far from the Feast stele.

Ansair ran over and saw a humanoid creature holding a half-moon scepter in her hand and a single horn on her head carved on the stele.

He recognized at a glance that this was the healer with a goat-like leg in League.

Inscribed on the stele:

[Astral Infusion: Consume your own vitality and restore the vitality of others. Cooldown None.]

This is a magical skill that can directly restore vitality, not just to simply heal wounds.

However, consuming one's own vitality has made this skill very limited.

The reality is not like the game. In the game, the vitality will return after being at the fountain for a while, but it takes a lot of time to restore the vitality in reality.

'It would be good if I get some skills that can restore my own vitality to match this in the future.' Ansair thought so.