Tale of the Red Dragon Without Dragon's Might-Chapter 54 - The World is So Vast

Considering the Challenge Level of a normal teenage Red Dragon, Leon has reason to believe that his Challenge Level is approaching 13, comparable to that of a young Red Dragon, even a mature White Dragon is worth a try.

The shame of the Dragon Clan does not need to be respected.

That said, Leon has thought about finding Orcs or Hobgoblins to spar with, but realizing that he must now be exceedingly cautious with them, as a moment of carelessness could severely injure or even kill them, the idea suddenly seems uninteresting.

“teenage Dragon, I am now a teenage Dragon, huh.”

“I’ve been in this world for over a decade now, why are the memories of the past still so vivid?”

The scenery of the forest is nice, but even beautiful scenery becomes tedious after being looked at for so long.

Another day waking up at noon, Leon, lying in his increasingly cramped nest on the mountainside, suddenly has the urge to go out for a walk, an idea that doesn’t go away once it arises.

He is so strong now; as long as he doesn’t run towards the heartland of the Empire, doesn’t head to the central cities of those kingdoms, or chase death by venturing into the renowned dangerous areas, he can defend himself in most places in the world.

Leon has always been action-oriented—forget about the feats of venturing alone into the big city before his transmigration, just after hatching as a baby dragon post-transmigration, he dared to leave home, was eventually driven away by the Mother Dragon without looking back, and has not returned since then, unwilling to go back, unwilling to be entangled again—these thoughts churned in him about leaving back then.

Compared to when he was expelled by the Mother Dragon and was searching for a place to settle, now he hardly needs to worry about the dangers of forests and swamps, since most enemies can’t harm him, and if he really can’t beat them, he can employ the Gathering Form and Scattering Energy technique to escape, without needing to worry about food either, as a few more wing flaps can take care of that, and he’s not afraid to encounter a Roc either.

First of all, the Frozen Soil Wilderness is not a place he wants to go to at any time; he doesn’t like the cold.

He doesn’t want to stay in the forest anymore either since the presence of forests implies plenty of rainfall, and he hadn’t suffered little over the years.

The swamp environment is just too awful, not any better than going to the Frozen Soil Wilderness.

Or maybe to the seaside?

As a person from inland, Leon had always been fascinated by the sea, feeling that the few seaside trips were not bad, occasionally fantasizing about a life facing the sea with spring blossoms, although he had always heard that life in the coastal cities was quite terrible…

A man always thinks someone else’s wife is better, and so does one’s hometown.

Yes, the desert, a scenery he has never seen before.

It just so happens that he can fly, at a rather swift speed at that, without worrying about getting lost in the desert, and the hot desert weather suits him…

The problem with the desert is the lack of food, requiring more time spent on foraging each day.

He has no idea where there is a volcano, but after seeing the desert, he can go check out a volcano, even settle down there.

As a Red Dragon, he should probably stay in a volcano, right?

Leon recalled the days he once lived in the Mother Dragon’s Dragon Nest, finding the lava bath to be quite the experience indeed.

With that thought, Leon checked his gains over the years, thinking it really inconvenient to carry these things while traveling, and decisively found a hidden spot to bury them all.

Then he went to the Hobgoblins Warlord, reminding the warlord that he would be gone for a while and his nest must be kept safe during this period.

After speaking to both the Hobgoblins Warlord and the Orc Leader, a well-fed Leon took his sword and set off.

It must be mentioned that he had long since switched to another sword, one that was longer and larger.

The replacement of the weapon this time wasn’t so troublesome; those hobgoblins were very skilled in making weapons, so he simply left it to them to forge.

This world, like Earth, rotates on its axis from west to east, with an unknown linear velocity but taking close to 24 hours for a complete rotation.

Using the Sun, which rises from the east, Leon could easily determine his direction and head west.

Leon didn’t know how long he had flown, but when he came to his senses, looking down at the earth, it was hard to see any green, only a glistening golden expanse.

Only upon arriving did Leon realize that the desert was not only loose sand and dunes, but also mountains and hard ground, and of course there were oases; where there are oases, there are rivers or lakes.

Leon spotted a small Oasis, glided down to its center, just landing and looking around when suddenly he felt something bite his foot.

Looking down, he saw an enormous insect that had appeared out of nowhere.

An insect daring to trouble him?

With a simple claw attack, Leon effortlessly slapped the insect dead.

Leon observed the insect with interest; it looked like an enlarged mole cricket, with long antennae, a jaw that seemed strong, but it could not inflict any damage to his leg, whose extremities were sharp hooks…

An Ankheg, that’s what it is, Leon thought, then on a whim, bit the ankheg’s leg, shook his head to tear it off, tossed it lightly into the sky so it fell deep into his mouth, chewed it casually a couple of times before swallowing, only to feel it merely tasteless as wax.

Although the ankheg didn’t taste good, with the given conditions here, Leon still ate it.

Having eaten, Leon grew sleepy, which was not much different for a Red Dragon, especially since he had flown for a long time today, leaving the forest to come here.

At that moment, he yawned and lay down to sleep on the spot.

He did not believe there was any creature in this small Oasis that could threaten him.

This was Leon’s first day in the desert.