If he really did that, then he felt like a hopeless fool!

As the saying goes, there's no turning back on a drawn bow.

Mediocrity is the greatest original sin in this world!

Being proficient in everything also means being proficient in nothing.

Without taking one path to the extreme, it's impossible to become the pinnacle of existence.

Perhaps some might argue that some people in the real world are exceptionally talented in many areas.

But have they reached the extreme? No! Not a single one!

Looking back at those great scientists of the past, which of them didn't spend their entire lives researching a single field?

If Land did this, it would definitely not benefit his strength enhancement.

Defeating the weak may be possible, but against those equally extraordinary beings, or Legendary Dragon Species, and the future gods, would his advantage still stand out? In the end, he might just fall into mediocrity.

Land, who had been a Giant Dragon for seven or eight years, had long seen through the two aspects of growth.

Physical Growth represented his physical strength, power, and magic power.

While Magic Growth was more like a talent for researching magic.

It was somewhat like the difference between bone structure and comprehension in martial arts novels.

If his Magic Growth was high, he might be able to develop and improve spells on his own.

Consider this by converting it into a game character.

Physical attributes represent his all-around basic attributes, and Magic Growth represents the quantity and strength of skills.

These two can be said to have their pros and cons.

But Land chose the former.

Basic attributes are an all-around enhancement, leaving the dragon without any shortcoming.

While a skill might be extremely powerful, if one's own strength is not sufficient to use it, how awkward would that be?

He never regretted his initial choice.

The simplest reason is this.

Skills can be learned from others!

So... exactly how can he learn that powerful spell the Silver Dragon used not long ago?

No capable talents under his command.

Go and learn from that Silver Dragon?

Absolutely impossible.

No one knows where they are now, and even if they were across from him, they would certainly not teach him!

After all, one is a Metal Dragon, and the other is a Five-Colored Dragon.

And he had just beaten the Silver Dragon fiercely!

The Silver Dragon would have to be crazy to help him.

Land remained silent, looking up at the sky. Under the aquamarine sky, small patches of white clouds floated, occasionally passed by birds and beasts.

As he watched, unconsciously, an expression of distress appeared on Land's dragon face, which even a Half-Beastman could see.

"Master! If it really doesn't work, let's catch a few Human Mages! These guys have always been pretty smart! Maybe they have a way!"

The Half-Beastman chief, Gewu Shattered Head suddenly said at this time.

Land shuddered all over, a thought in his head suddenly became clear, he turned his head, staring at this Half-Beastman with bright eyes, happily patting his body repeatedly.

He patted the Half-Beastman chief into a stumble, almost making him fall.

"Well said! Gewu! Didn't expect you, with a brain full of straw, to have such a smart side! Well said! If we don't have the ability, we should directly find capable Human Mages!

After all, there are many of them! If one doesn't work, then two! If two don't work, then three! Five! Ten! A hundred!

But we're not going to kidnap them! We need to change our approach!

Listen closely! We should do it like this... like this..."

"Brilliant! As expected of the master!" The nearby Half-Beastman Shaman immediately gave a thumbs up.

The Little Black Dragon next to them opened their mouth, suddenly looking at the Half-Beastman Shaman with some displeasure. Why did this old thing say what I was just about to say?

This old thing, targeting me? Want to take my place?

The Xiao Female Dragon also occasionally glanced at the Old Shaman.

.................

Thus, a week later.

The sun hung high, bright and sunny.

A few people in black robes, covering themselves tightly, led a few seemingly down-and-out middle-aged Casters, walking on the trade road from Haisen Kingdom to Laine Kingdom.

The Casters looked around for a while and couldn't help but frown:

"You say our employer is on this trade road?

But it doesn't look like anyone lives around here! Besides, I seem to have heard that there are Evil Dragons on this road.

Walking blatantly like this, won't it be dangerous?"

"Rest assured, esteemed Casters! Those are just rumors. If there really were Evil Dragons, how could we dare to walk? Do we not fear death?"

One of the fully wrapped individuals said, the voice sounding a bit old.

"Then tell us! How much farther is the destination?" A Caster seemed to grow impatient.

"The destination! We'll be there shortly, hmm, about five kilometers left."

"...

Alright then! Let's walk five more kilometers, but if I find you messing with us!

Watch out, I'll use magic to burn you to death!"

The Casters restrained their temper, giving a warning.

They continued walking for nearly another half hour.

At this point, their feet ached, and just as they were about to complain a few words.

The black-robed person in front finally stopped.

This brought joy to the Casters' hearts, but before they could speak.

They saw the black-robed person pull out a stick from their bosom and light it, then a ball of flame shot hundreds of meters into the sky.

Boom!!!

Afterwards, the flame exploded violently, producing a tremendously loud sound, clear for several kilometers around at the very least.

"Damn it! What are you doing?"

Upon seeing this, the Casters grew even more uneasy, shouting angrily.

The glow of magic surged around them, fragments of icy crystals, flames, and pure Deep Blue Missiles began to form.

"I'm calling my master, don't worry, he'll be here soon, no need to rush into action!

Don't you want to complete this task? You don't want all those Gold Talers?"

The black-robed person turned, speaking calmly.

"No! Something's off! We've clearly walked five kilometers! But except for the Green Forest on the side, there's nowhere suitable for habitation within several kilometers!

You bastards! You must be deceiving us, right?

Come to think of it! A reward of 100 Gold Talers, how could they not even choose the person properly and directly select us?

But regardless of what you intend to do to us! I can only tell you this! You've chosen the wrong target!

Don't let my appearance fool you; I'm actually a level 5 Caster!"

A Caster shouted, feeling tremendous regret.

Not long ago.

This group of damned black-robed people mysteriously approached them, who were then upset for not having money to buy magic materials, waving a large bag of Gold Talers before their eyes.

They spoke words full of temptation, weaving a dream of getting rich for him!

But now, that dream has shattered!

He came to his senses!

Other Casters were also on high alert.

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