King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 833 - 833 821 A Hundred Years

Chapter 833: Chapter 821: A Hundred Years Chapter 833: Chapter 821: A Hundred Years “I hear you’re cursing me every day with a group of dragons?” Muria, seated upon the Crystal Throne, asked the little Silver Dragon expressionlessly, showing no sign of joy, anger, sorrow, or pleasure.

“Um…” The little Silver Dragon Rufei chuckled awkwardly, trying to explain. She knew that lying was futile in front of this embodiment of all evil. He was a being with Golden Dragon lineage, and lying before him was pointless.

“There’s no need to think of excuses,” Muria said as she pointed lightly with her hand. Then, a Projection Array formed in front of Rufei, and an image appeared of a little Silver Dragon with slight black patterns, along with a Cloud Dragon, cursing a certain existence in a dark, hidden chamber.

“Well… Headmaster, there’s a reason for this, listen to me explain!”

“Whatever the reason? It cannot justify your defamation of the headmaster. Prepare to accept your Elemental punishment in front of the entire school’s teachers and students!”

“No, Headmaster, listen to me explain. I really had no other choice, that’s why I resorted to this. I really didn’t mean to defame you.”

“Then I’ll give you a chance to explain. Go ahead!” said Muria, still expressionless.

“I created the Mourner Society, but due to the nature of the club’s cultivation power, not many Giant Dragons are willing to join. Then I heard that you could be immune to all kinds of curses, so I took this desperate measure.”

After hearing Rufei’s explanation, Muria stared at her wordlessly, making the little Silver Dragon increasingly uneasy, not knowing how Muria planned to deal with her. As the Wind King Castle fell into a long silence, Rufei finally heard a voice. The beloved headmaster finally spoke again.

“While there is a reason, the nature of this act is still very grave and absolutely intolerable. You must face punishment.”

“Headmaster, please have mercy, I realize my mistake, give me another chance! I won’t dare to do it again.”

“You think there will be a next time?” Muria’s face showed a hint of playfulness.

“No, no, just this once, there won’t be a second time, rest assured.” The little Silver Dragon Rufei promised solemnly.

“No, you need to have a second time.” Muria nodded with satisfaction after hearing the little Silver Dragon was frightened by her words.

“Eh?” The little Silver Dragon Rufei looked up, baffled.

“Not only do you need to have a second time, but you’ll also need a third, a fourth, and even more,” Muria uttered words that utterly perplexed the little Silver Dragon, and then began to explain the reason,

“Although you may not have noticed yourself, I need to tell you that the dragons who joined your club are the most diverse in terms of dragon species among all the clubs established in Dragon Clan Academy to date.”

“So…” A look of anticipation appeared on the face of the little Silver Dragon Rufei.

“Everything as usual, how you expanded the club before, continue to do so in the future. However, you must modify the content of the curses directed at me, they must not contain any disrespectful words. If you offend again, I will invite you over for tea, to have a proper chat.”

…

While leading her members in cursing Muria loudly, Rufei remembered everything she had been through, and her Claws shook slightly. She knew that every curse she cast each day was being watched by Muria, and any disrespectful behavior by any dragon would be attributed to her, as she was the president of the club.

“I haven’t even become the Legion Commander yet, and I already have so many troubles. What if I become the commander? Wouldn’t that be even more exhausting?” Rufei thought sadly. She realized that just achieving the first step of her goal was so difficult, what then of the days ahead?

…

Time slipped away without notice, and across the Erathia World, many races gradually came to realize that the number of active dragons was dwindling year by year. Many legendary dragons were disappearing without a trace, never to be seen again.

In the lower levels of Erathia, dragons were gradually becoming legendary creatures. Among the commoners, dragons were shrouded in mystery, and everything related to dragons – intelligence, materials, prices – all started skyrocketing.

Among many intelligent races, the profession of dragon hunting, which had emerged for the purpose of hunting dragons, was declining year by year. Due to the mass disappearance of dragons, the grounds for this occupation targeting dragons had vanished.

Similarly, as the number of dragons increased and destruction ensued, the deity spawned from this chaos, Malok the Giant Dragon Hunter, saw his worship diminish. He now faces the crisis of being demoted in his divine position.

Of course, these changes are not yet obvious. Although the giant dragons have disappeared, a large number of dragon species still remain and proliferate around the world; they have not vanished on a large scale like the giant dragons.

As the number of true dragons in various parts of Erathia World decreased, the development scale of Sinapus Dragon Clan Academy saw an increase, with an ever-growing number of ancient dragons joining as professors, and concurrently, the number of auxiliary coordinating teachers also rose.

However numerous the ancient dragons serving as professors might be, everything within the Dragon Clan Academy still abides by Muria’s decisions. Before each ancient dragon takes up their post at the academy, Muria invites them for a “friendly” sparring exchange.

So even now as the Dragon Clan Academy’s operations expand, there are no voices of discord within, and all is firmly within Muria’s control.

…

“Muria, are you ready? The barriers of Shadow Wasteland World are about to collapse. If you don’t break through to high-level legend within twenty years, all your endeavors there might go up in smoke,” said a radiant blonde-haired girl striding into Wind King Castle, looking at a young man surrounded by books.

“Twenty years left, huh? That’s more than enough.” Muria, who had spent most of his past two hundred years engrossed in books within Wind King Castle, looked up with a slight smile, his eyes brimming with confidence.

Over the past two hundred years, he dedicated the majority of his time to studies, occasionally taking breaks to make adjustments and plans for the development of Sinapus.

For instance, leading Sinapus on a voyage around the world to collect dragons from different regions. Sinapus had flown around the world bounded by the twelve subcontinents, gathering most of the dragon species from those lands.

The mages and Five-Colored Dragons exiled by the Golden Dragon Mother to the twelve subcontinents were all found and brought back, and upon their return, Muria tossed them all into the Dragon Clan Academy for a second transformation—they needed to acquire new knowledge to progress with the times.

Once considered elites among the dragons, they’ve now been eclipsed thanks to Muria’s ruthless, systematic dragon education. A multitude of elite dragons have been cultivated.

Those Five-Colored Dragons raised by Muria from infancy no longer stood out; facing the new generation of giants, they had little advantage except their age—all of the Five-Colored Dragons had reached maturity.

An important advantage, however, was their amicable relationship with Muria. With his compulsory support, they kept up with the pace of the dragon’s era and remained elites amongst their kind.

After entering the Dragon Clan Academy, under Muria’s guidance, the Five-Colored Dragons even became the standard-bearers for their clan within the academy, attracting many other Five-Colored Dragons and some of the rarer dragon species chose to affiliate with them.

In fact, in the Dragon Clan Academy, it was well known that most of the Five-Colored Dragons were essentially Muria’s underlings after studying there for some time.

“How fast time flies!” Contemplating everything he had experienced over the past two hundred years, a nostalgic look appeared in Muria’s eyes. Perhaps because he was now married, he had become much steadier—rarely venturing out recklessly and mostly reveling in the sea of knowledge, enriching himself.

For example, he studied the fleet that the Mechanism Emperor had gifted him, endeavoring to remove these vessels from the semi-plane that outwardly took the form of a crystal ball. In doing so, Muria grasped a vast amount of knowledge about battleship construction.

Muria ingested vast quantities of material sciences, mechanical engineering, energy studies, architecture, and many other disciplines. Additionally, he read extensively from the collection of books donated to the Dragon Clan Library by the Dragon King. His knowledge after two hundred years was incomparably greater than his former self.

Muria could proudly claim to be a small, mobile library.

In the last two hundred years, Muria had guided his force’s growth surreptitiously and unobtrusively, while the outside world, thanks to the alliance of the Titan Tribe, Blazing Sky Gods, and the Metallic Dragon Clan, had not seen significant power shifts; everything continued as before.

Yet within the world, a colossal event transpired—a shocking and earth-shattering incident for other powers— the birth of a new deity, one who manifested with a powerful divine force.

The name of this deity was well-known to Muria too, the King of the Undead, Hades. Now, his divine name was Hades, the Lord of the Underworld!

When this epic god ascended, Muria too was astounded; he did not understand what could cause such a legendary being, one able to roam the Void freely, to bind himself and transform into a divine being.

It was only recently that Muria caught wind of some tidbits. Reportedly, after awakening, the King of the Undead did not return to slumber but sought to reconsolidate the Undead Council. However, he discovered that the council had entirely diverged from its original purpose. Following this, the King of the Undead, Hades, attempted to correct its course.