Irritable, arrogant, insecure, timid, lazy.
These seemingly contradictory words perfectly describe Hephaestus.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t have stayed in the underground mine silently developing for years; laziness was the main reason.
So, he also needed to stimulate it from time to time, to awaken some fighting spirit.
Although Hephaestus was already strong and massive enough for most creatures, in the world of dragons, it was undoubtedly still a child.
So young, how could it just lie flat?
This is precisely the age for striving.
Sure enough, when Gauss mentioned the Dragon Mother and its siblings, the Red Dragon Beast Hephaestus beneath him showed obvious emotional fluctuations.
A turbulent and complex tide of emotions was transmitted to Gauss through their physical contact.
Gauss was right.
It was expelled by the Dragon Mother.
Especially recently, as it slowly began to develop intelligence, the memories from after it hatched seemed to be gradually becoming clearer.
Those fragments of memories, whether humiliating, angry, fearful, or yearning, were like icebergs slowly surfacing.
Don’t expect the strength-worshipping Red Dragon Mother and her group of Red Dragon offspring to have any friendly attitude toward a foolish Dragon Beast.
"Roar!"
Flames began to spew from its nostrils.
Hatred is the most influential emotion.
"Do you believe that with my help, you can surpass them, whether it’s your true dragon siblings or your Dragon Mother?"
Gauss continued, painting a grand vision methodically.
And as Hephaestus followed Gauss’s description, it slowly pictured itself overshadowing everything, stepping on the Dragon Mother, mocking the true dragon siblings, and couldn’t help but breathe heavily.
"So, can you train? Can you eat?"
"Roar!"
The Red Dragon Beast Hephaestus roared with determination, its wing-beating movements becoming even more powerful.
Of course, Gauss wasn’t making promises without any basis; he had also been monitoring the situation of the Dragon Beast Hephaestus these days.
This training mode was immensely beneficial for its strength development.
As long as it followed Gauss, it would certainly be much stronger than other Dragon Beasts.
As for whether it could, as a Dragon Beast, confront true dragons head-on, Gauss wasn’t sure.
He wasn’t a dragon, and it was his first time nurturing a Dragon Beast, so he naturally couldn’t provide an accurate answer.
But he only knew one thing; there’s a chance only by trying hard.
"There’s a group of goblins, fly there as fast as you can!"
"Boom!"
With a few flaps of its wings, the Dragon Beast Hephaestus covered a long distance.
By the time it arrived over the target, it let out a roar, its wings gave a mighty beat, and it dived down toward the valley.
In the deep night, accompanied by a rumbling explosion, the goblin camp was thrown into chaos, crimson flames and chaos shredded everything.
From deep within its throat, the dragon breath, like a volcano long suppressed, erupted forth, a searing cone of flame sweeping through the center of the camp.
It seemed to want to vent all the anger Gauss had stirred up on these green-skinned offspring.
Gauss watched the sea of flames below without much emotion.
Perhaps due to a kind of invisible contract, whenever the Dragon Beast Hephaestus was by his side, its destructive acts were credited as his kills, just like those clay creatures.
Its venting of rage saved Gauss the effort of doing it himself.
"Watch the heat, you’ll have to eat it if it’s burnt," Gauss kindly reminded.
Valuing food was something he always did well, whether in a past life or this one.