Butler Volgan carefully scanned the room. When he returned, Glina couldn't help but ask:

"Aren't you being too sensitive, Volgan? You want to split atoms to take a look. This is in the Empire, what terrorist would dare to cause trouble?"

"Please forgive me, Miss Glina," Volgan nodded. "For the entire Dragon Race, you are an indispensable existence, being cautious is never too much."

"Indispensable? This is the funniest joke I've ever heard."

Glina curled her lips:

"That Radiant Dragon thing, when my crazy mother was around, she could produce them as much as she wanted."

"Isn't it because She's no longer here."

Volgan humorously said:

"Ever since His Excellency Redd Gold left without a word, it's been 458 years—back then you were just a kid over two hundred years old, shouldering the responsibility of the Princess at such a young age, surely you must resent Him greatly? I can understand, after all, when I was born, my mother saw I didn't inherit the Talent and almost ate me."

"Clearly, for you all, the Radiant Dragon is just a symbol."

Glina said, slowly raising her hand, light passed through her fingers and fell onto her dress without obstruction, as if her palm was nothing but a thin, transparent crystal.

"As the legendary Supreme Radiant Dragon, the Dragon Race's only true emperor, the result is just such a thing, not only does it take an extraordinarily long time to grow, but even before reaching Omega (24) level, there's nothing outstanding in dragon capabilities."

Glina said self-mockingly:

"The crazy Redd doesn't know how many similar children she manufactured, most have died from genetic collapse—at least for me, it's quite alright at least I can still live—you say, if the external Dragon Race knew that the Radiant Dragon is like this? What would they think? Surely they would feel that the Dragon Race establishing a civilization is a joke, right?"

"I wouldn't suggest you think that way," Volgan said. "No matter what, Redd is a True God, Her thoughts are surely much deeper than ours, it's just hard on you and your brothers and sisters who have never met."

"The Dragon Race legend believes... there can only be one Radiant Dragon at a time. And that crazy lady kept making new children, until she disappeared, that rule never broke—should a new Radiant Dragon appear, the old ones would immediately be wiped out."

Glina said solemnly:

"If Redd were somewhere making new kids again, I'm afraid I..."

"This is why I must stay by your side. Your appearance is the most important directive from His Excellency Redd Gold. As His faithful believer and servant, whether out of faith or responsibility, I must fulfill my mission."

Volgan calmly said:

"You as the heiress to the group, future ruler of the Dragon Race, daughter of the Chief God, seemingly have endless wealth to squander, but at moments like this, a threat that could completely disappear, even be unremembered—I can understand too, Miss Glina, I hope you can understand—consider it a transaction."

"Endless wealth and a status that is above one yet below many—this is exchanged with a life that may end at any moment."

The corner of Glina's mouth twitched sarcastically:

"Looking at it this way, I really am not content."

"Everyone faces death, but at least, you have enjoyed the best of everything in the world."

Volgan said:

"I think His Excellency Redd must also feel this way—to sacrifice the future of His own children for our Grand Narrative, even if consumed like tools doesn't matter—no, rather, if sacrificing a few children's lives can bring success, He would certainly think 'that's too worthwhile.'

"You know my mom quite well."

"A self-called 'Sailor' Secret Citizen chatted with me a bit about Her personality...but he didn't dare talk too much."

"After all, that's Redd Gold, the only Starry Abyss Main God to survive until now, the target of pursuit for trillions of 'Raiding' Pathway Ascenders."

Glina sighed:

"This is Divinity, as long as we are on this pathway, there's no escaping the constraints from my mother..."

"You're not considering that Dragon Race pathway again, are you?"

"Phantom Dragon Pathway."

Glina said lightly:

"All mortals in the world immerse themselves into dreams, when the weather changes, suddenly transform into dragons—there's nothing more fitting than this Name."

Volgan noticed the keywords and advised smoothly:

"Please listen to my advice, miss: there are only six pathways in this world, no matter your promotion efforts, it's useless. The 'Dragon Transformation Technique' is merely a secret technique within the Dragon Race, to let mortals shed human blood and transform into dragons, it's impossible, even magic has to comply with Materialism, whereas your practice—forgive me for speaking frankly, has become metaphysics."

"Indeed, no matter how you think, the premise for the Dragon Transformation Technique to be executed is because only dragons themselves can master Dragon Language fluently, and possess the Immortal origin granted by Leviathandal—even if the body is destroyed several times, as long as consciousness remains, won't return to the Nether Abyss, but will continue to struggle in the flesh until a chance is found, then can revive."

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