Counting the days, Jonavili knew that her first birthday was only seven months away. More importantly, upon reaching one year of age, she would undergo a deep slumber to enter her juvenile stage.
This hibernation usually lasted over a year, and she would benefit greatly from it. Her size would explode, her subconscious would awaken the draconic magic best suited for her, and there was a chance she would awaken another powerful talent.
But hibernation was also the most dangerous time, as accidents could easily happen.
Although her relationship with Furiel had improved over the last three months, she believed that when the time for hibernation actually came, Furiel would definitely kick her out.
However, she wasn't worried about this; in fact, she looked forward to this slumber, as it was the crucial turning point for her to seek revenge in the future.
To ensure she was no longer at a size disadvantage, she worked hard to increase her feeding frequency, hunting magical beasts and devouring mana cores as much as possible.
Moreover, she was confident that her overall mana reserves were higher than Furiel's, thanks to one of her talents—Magic Tide.
"Hehehe~ Furiel, oh Furiel, I'm really looking forward to seeing you struggle under my claws, looking unwilling, humiliated, and powerless. Hehehe~ Heh heh heh~"
Thinking of this, Jonavili once again put on a foolish look.
The rockclaw magic crocodiles watched the white wyrmling treading on their kin while smirking foolishly. Thinking she was mocking them, they let out unwilling roars from the Sam River.
The cries of the rockclaw magic crocodiles pulled Jonavili back to her senses. Her crystal blue pupils swept over them coldly, and she let out a disdainful snort.
"Tsk~ What's the rush? Sooner or later, you'll all end up in my stomach and turn into a pile of dragon dung."
With that, Jonavili lowered her head and began to eat again. The rockclaw magic crocodiles could do nothing about it.
Just as Jonavili was eating with gusto, she suddenly felt a strong sense of being watched.
The feeling was so intense that it was impossible to ignore.
She impatiently raised her dragon head and looked in the direction of her intuition. She discovered that at some point, a dragon had appeared. It was covered in smooth black scales, with a pair of forward-pointing horns and a sunken skull. It looked like a skeletal dragon draped in dragon skin, watching her warily.
Jonavili's first thought upon seeing this black wyrmling was—look how hungry this kid is, he's nothing but skin and bones.
Seeing the chubby Jonavili look over, the black wyrmling's scales immediately bristled. His back arched high, and his tail curled up as he let out a series of low growls.
"Roar..."
Watching such a reactive fellow, Jonavili felt speechless.
Serves you right, honestly. Being so impolite, you deserve to be starving like this.
"Stupid white dragon! Hand over the food before the great Gris makes a move, or else..."
His dark muzzle opened, and an acid breath was primed, ready to attack at any moment.
Hearing these arrogant words, the crystal blue dragon eyes darkened.
"Ha? Who gave you the courage to be disrespectful to the great Jonavili? Who do you think you are?"
Hearing the white dragon speak draconic, the black dragon calling himself Gris was stunned.
What was going on? Didn't the draconic inheritance say that white dragons had almost no intelligence before adulthood? They weren't even supposed to know basic draconic, yet the white dragon in front of him...
"Scum, I'll give you one chance. Kneel and beg for my forgiveness before I get angry."
Hearing Jonavili's words, Gris froze for a moment, and then fury ignited in his heart.
How dare you, a bottom-tier chromatic dragon, speak like that to me, a member of the second-to-last race?
So what if you have some intelligence? A bottom-tier dragon is still just a bottom-tier dragon.
Without another word, Gris fired his acid breath.
"Heh, a foolish choice. Get ready for a world of pain."
The white dragon muzzle opened rapidly, and a Frost Breath containing terrifying penetrating power shot out, easily tearing through the incoming acid.
Under Gris's horrified dark dragon eyes, the breath hit his body.
The terrifying force flipped him over, and a large patch of ice crystals formed where he was hit. The bone-chilling cold made his limbs feel stiff.
Before he could even get up, Jonavili stepped on his chest with a smug expression.
"Oh~ Weren't you acting tough?"
Slap!
With every sentence, Jonavili gave Gris a heavy smack.
"Why aren't you acting tough anymore?"
Slap!
"In this world, you need strength and a background."
Slap!
"You have no strength and no background, so why are you acting so high and mighty?"
Slap!
After she finished speaking, another slap landed on Gris's dragon head.
Being slapped several times in a row made Gris feel incredibly humiliated, but he also felt a bit sad. How could even a bottom-tier dragon overpower him!
Seeing Gris's unwilling gaze combined with that look as if he were about to cry, Jonavili was stunned. Wasn't this exactly the expression she wanted to see on Furiel's face? She didn't expect to see it now...
This made her grin as wide as possible.
"I've always wanted to see this expression—this look of being unwilling, wanting to kill me but being powerless to do so. Gwahahahaha~!!"
Jonavili's pride and mockery were completely undisguised, which made Gris feel even more humiliated.
Suddenly, with a loud "wah," Gris, the black wyrmling, actually burst into tears.
This completely baffled Jonavili. Wait, is this right? Isn't he a black dragon brat? How did he just start crying like that?
Gris's sudden crying left Jonavili at a loss, and she instinctively stepped off of him.
Free from the restraint, Gris immediately performed the dragon equivalent of a crocodile's "death roll" right there on the spot.
"Wahhh~ Wahhh~"
"Hey! Gris, right? Stop crying. You want to eat, don't you?"
Jonavili quickly walked to the unfinished rockclaw magic crocodile and dragged it in front of Gris.
"Here, eat. It's all yours. Eat up, chew big mouthfuls."
Gris didn't stop crying, but his body honestly began to eat.
Watching the black wyrmling eating while crying, Jonavili felt a sense of novelty.
"Good grief, the world is full of all kinds of dragons. I don't remember black dragons being such crybabies."
The white wyrmling lay down nearby, observing the black dragon while she waited.
Although Gris was eating the rockclaw magic crocodile like a starving tiger, he remained wary of Jonavili, guarding against a sudden attack.
Even though Tiamat, Mother of Evil Dragons, had established the rule that "no chromatic dragon shall kill another before adulthood," it didn't mean she wouldn't give him a severe beating.
Gris, who had been hungry for who knows how long, swallowed even the bones of the rockclaw magic crocodile.
Soon, nothing remained of the magical beast except for the bloodstains on the ground.
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