Chapter 5 You're Not a Silver Dragon
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"Where's your magic?"
Hearing this, Vitt looked at Winters blankly.
"Magic?
What magic?"
"..." Seeing Vitt's innocent and bewildered expression, Winters was momentarily speechless.
Dragons are magical beings, without a doubt!
Even these five dragons, most skilled in close combat, are magical beings.
Among the dragon race, only some species of earth dragons are not classified as magical beings.
Could it be that this little dragon isn't a purebred silver dragon?
Thinking this, Winters brought his head close to his claws, carefully examining Vitt while using his divine power to probe him.
However, after a moment, Winters was even more bewildered.
Every detail on Vitt's body clearly told him that Vitt was a purebred silver dragon!
However, both the intensity and the extremely weak elemental reaction indicate that Vittor is likely a ground dragon skilled in strength but lacking magical talent!
Is it because the silver dragon's vein concentration is higher?
But that doesn't make sense!
Silver dragons possess the best magical talent among metallic dragons, evident from their more slender physique compared to other metallic dragons.
Furthermore, silver dragons are the only one of the five metallic dragon types that, while inherently water-elemental compatible, can wield magic of other elements. The other four types can only use magic corresponding to their elemental affinity.
If Vittor's silver dragon vein concentration were higher, his elemental reaction wouldn't be so near-absent, including his water elemental affinity!
However, if Vittor's ground dragon vein concentration were higher, his wings should have atrophied, or even stopped growing altogether!
Because ground dragons don't have wings!
So why is that?
As Winters stared at Vittoria, deep in thought and searching for a reasonable explanation, Vittoria's heart began to pound uncontrollably with each passing moment of contemplation.
Of course, he wasn't thinking about his problem right now!
While the problem was important, the biggest issue was undoubtedly survival!
A dragon unlike any other was essentially a unique experimental subject. Could these worlds also harbor those extremely brutal experiments called biochemical experiments?
Furthermore, even if he didn't become experimental material, could a dragon without magic really be accepted by these magical dragons?
Vittoria had secretly tested it a few times, and he truly couldn't sense that power called magic.
Speaking of which, was the magic here the same as the magic in online novels?
If it was, did that mean he would never obtain that dazzling and powerful power in the future?
Thinking about it this way, he felt a strange sense of regret!
No!
Damn it, now wasn't the time to think about these things!
Winters, pondering what kind of situation Witt was in, inadvertently glanced at Witt's constantly shifting expression and was momentarily stunned!
Watching that expression change constantly—one moment full of gloom, the next filled with hope, then despair—was this really something a newly hatched dragon could do?
Winters suddenly felt that he should have a proper talk with this little dragon named Witt!
However, before that… “Witt!
Could you give me a drop of yours?”
Meanwhile, Witt, whose mind had been blankly adjusting as if he'd stepped on a banana peel, and was contemplating the existence of the legendary world of the dead, finally realized upon hearing this that he wasn't dead yet!
However, a drop… Witt looked at his claws… uh… he couldn't bring himself to do it!
Then, his eyes searched his body for a long time before finally settling on the tail behind him, which wasn't very obedient to his commands!
A few minutes later, as Winters grew increasingly impatient, Vitt finally gritted his teeth, lightly scratched the tip of its tail with his claw, and then forcefully expelled a drop—uh…—before looking at Winters expectantly!
Winters stared at Vitt intently.
Is this thing really a dragon?
Thinking this, Winters used his divine power to control the drop, which was completely invisible to Vitt, and put it into his mouth!
Okay, I can barely analyze it!
A moment later, Winters' enormous dragon eyes widened suddenly, and then he stared at Vitt in astonishment.
This pain-averse dragon thing is actually a purebred dragon, and its bloodline is even purer!
However, the strange thing is that he couldn't discern the species of this bloodline.
Could there really be a Star Dragon?
How could that be!
Shaking his head, banishing the absurd thought from his mind, he then looked at Victor again, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Little one, in your inherited memories, do you see any resemblance to your father or mother?"
Victor was about to say no, but at that moment, two figures surfaced in his mind.
One was a giant silver-white dragon that looked exactly like him, but its size was unimaginably enormous. Stars, held in its claws, resembled marbles—those round, glass-like objects.
The other figure was much smaller, only a dozen meters long, entirely crimson, somewhat resembling Winters, but with golden, lava-like patterns on its body.
Though small, Victor sensed an aura far stronger than the silver dragon's—an aura that made the starry sky tremble!
Looking at the two figures, at their warm gazes, Victor felt an urge to cry!
Were these his parents?
Coming to his senses, Victor realized that tears were unknowingly streaming down his face.
Winters watched Victor stubbornly wipe away his tears, a flicker of pity in his eyes.
"It's alright if you didn't expect it. Besides, crying over a dragon isn't quite right for you!"
Victor shook his head.
"No, I have their images in my inherited memories. My mother looks just like me!"
Hearing this, Winters' eyes lit up.
"Most likely a silver dragon!"
As for why "most likely," just look at the little dragon before him—it's definitely not a silver dragon!
"My father… looks a lot like you!"
Winters paused.
"A red dragon?
No, you said a lot like?"
Victor nodded.
"They look alike, but my father has golden markings on his body, like lava, especially around his mouth!"
Victor stopped there.
He didn't intend to bring up the matter of form. Even without a legitimate lineage, he could tell that his parents' forms weren't those of normal dragons.
Hearing Witt's words, Winters' eyes flashed with surprise.
"A variant dragon!"
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