DND Realms: The Rise of the Titan-Dragon Prodigy

"How did you get here?" All six Murias looked bewilderedly at the blonde girl who had appeared so abruptly—Muria had never dreamed that his mother, the golden dragon mother, Atris, would suddenly appear here.

In the continent of Ionia, when the Necromancer Council launched their nation-destroying plan to gather fodder, Atris was nowhere to be seen. Of course, it might just be that Muria didn't encounter her, especially since the kingdom of Bavaria is quite large.

Moreover, Muria had only been staying at the Kingdom of Ob and its bordering fortress, Patrick, and had not visited other locations.

"Why can't I come?" the stunning blonde girl stepped up to the Muria clone who was forming an array, took a serious look at him, compared him with the other four clones and the original Muria lounging in the chair, sniffed him, squinted her eyes in thought for a moment, and pinched the clone's cheek.

"Nice touch!" praised Atris, the golden dragon mother, as she pinched the seemingly delicate and fair cheek of Muria's clone.

"What are you doing?" The original Muria on the lounge chair touched his own cheek unconsciously. When Atris touched his clone, he felt it as if it were on his own body. After all, even though they were clones, he was still the one controlling them; they didn't have independent consciousness, otherwise they wouldn't really be clones.

"Just checking the level of your cloning technique. This isn't a clone formed by a spell, right?" As she pinched the soft cheek of Muria's clone, Atris's face showed satisfaction. "A clone created by a cloning technique doesn't have the same real feel as this one."

"This is a secret technique I found in the Titan heritage," Muria replied with a dark face, looking at Atris who was now using both hands. "Can you let go now? My clone is not a toy."

"Isn't the consciousness of the clone the same as yours? Playing with the clone is just like playing with you, and since you are my son, what's wrong with me playing with you? If children aren't meant to be played with, then what are they for?"

Atris replied nonchalantly, and added, "That's something a friend of mine said, but I think it makes a lot of sense."

"Nonsense." The handsome-faced Muria clone coldly spoke under the manipulation of Atris's hands, then exploded directly, revealing a chain that seemed to be condensed from a dazzling galaxy. This chain then transformed into a streak of starlight and merged back into the body of Muria's original form.

"Interesting! The Titans, those battle maniacs, actually came up with such a secret technique," Atris remarked with interest as she looked over the remaining clones. Under her gaze, those clones dissolved into light, reverted to weapons, and merged back into Muria—this was him dissolving the clone technique himself.

"It's a very good cloning technique, but apart from you and the Titan who created this secret technique, there probably won't be a third Titan who has practiced it because these clones aren't very useful in battle."

Atris stated confidently, understanding the Titans better than almost anyone else in this world—after all, they are a race of thoroughbred combatants.

"Cloning techniques aren't just for fighting," Muria replied. "And for me, the combat ability of my clones is sufficient for many situations."

"Tsk, little Muria, what have you eaten to become so inflated after reaching the pinnacle of soul intention?" Atris eyed Muria who had stood up from his chair, a smile flickering in her eyes.

She was very pleased with Muria's current achievements. This proved her decision was right; if he had still been in the Titan Isles, Muria could never have attained such strength.

"I just swallowed the hearts of three elemental lords," Muria said calmly, looking at the golden dragon mother who had forced him to travel the world. Although he knew she meant well, this feeling of being controlled was very frustrating.

"Besides, I'm not inflated, I'm just making a correct assessment of my combat power," Muria said, looking at Atris who looked more like an older sister than a mother. He opened his arms, releasing all the rings of his soul intention.

Thunder rumbled and tiny sparks of electricity and faint flames filled the great hall. One after another, the golden soul rings, adorned with mystical runes and emanating an ancient, vast, and distant aura, appeared behind Muria. They slowly rotated, exerting a formidable pressure.

There were exactly one hundred and twenty soul rings, filling the space above and behind Muria. As the soul rings rotated, space itself seemed to twist slightly, revealing a desolate landscape with countless grotes

que monsters roaming in its phantom—this was a layer of space almost overlapping with the Nokia Europe continent, swallowed by the world of Erathia and now revealed by the power emanating from Muria.

"A clone possessing thirty percent of my original form's combat power is enough to battle a regular golden or red dragon," Muria boasted, showing off his soul rings to Atris. He was confident that no one, neither a Titan nor an ancestral golden dragon, could have more soul rings than him.

"Little Muria, you truly are my son," Atris admired Muria's soul rings without a hint of surprise. She had merged a drop of Dragon King's source blood into him, so no amount of soul rings would surprise her—less would have.

"However, the power of your soul rings is still unstable," Atris observed calmly, noting that about one-third of Muria's total number of soul rings were of a different color. "You need more practice. I understand your pursuit of power, but you must perfectly control every bit of power you gain, otherwise it's better not to have it at all."

"I know, I'm still refining it," Muria pulled a face, somewhat reluctantly retracting his soul rings. Not seeing a look of surprise on Atris's face made him feel a bit disappointed. "What are you doing here?"

"Isn't it strange for me to appear here when this continent is now full of demons?" Atris smiled as she surveyed the surroundings. "After arriving on this continent and finding my son here, isn't it normal for me to come and check on you?"

Muria fell silent, unsure what to say. His efforts in raising his dragons and sending them across the world were significant, and it was impossible not to feel some dissatisfaction towards Atris.

However, he had also come to realize, perhaps too easily, the process of obtaining legendary metal from Atris's crystal castle seemed overly smooth, almost as if a certain golden dragon had deliberately made it easy for him. This complexity added another layer to his feelings towards his mother.

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