PAID

Noa had been feeling a bit troubled lately.

The ancient ancestor in her mind kept complaining that her five-year-old dragon body was accumulating primordial power too slowly.

And he warned:

“At this rate, by the time I’ve gathered enough primordial power to restore my strength, the Ultimate Terror will already be dancing madly on the ashes of the world.”

So, to avoid witnessing the Ultimate Terror performing an awkward dance in front of everyone, the ancestor had been urging Noa to grow up faster.

“I think you need a refresher on basic modern biology.”

In the dark golden stream, Noa seriously started explaining to the ancestor.

“There are two types of young dragons: cocoon-born and womb-born.”

“Cocoon-born young dragons inherit part of their mother’s power at birth, so they grow and develop much faster.”@@novelbin@@

“Womb-born young dragons are naturally born from their mother, lacking horns until adulthood, and are generally less powerful compared to cocoon-born dragons. This also includes slower physical development.”

“Unfortunately for you, your host—me—is a womb-born dragon.”

The massive white dragon lay quietly on the water’s surface, its enormous eyes reflecting Noa’s small figure. After listening to her explanation, the ancestor replied lazily,

“I don’t see any sign of ‘less powerful than a cocoon-born’ in this womb-born dragon. With your skills, you could easily take on three cocoon-born dragons at once.”

Having spent so much time in Noa’s consciousness, the ancestor had come to understand this little host very well.