[Ding!
Congratulations to the host for obtaining the beginner’s package: Item [Leftovers]!
Congratulations to the host for obtaining the beginner’s package: Skill [Growth]!
Congratulations to the host for obtaining a small amount of EXP!
Clang clang clang!
Host LVUP!
Current level LV7!
Level up one more time and you can draw once!
After LV10, you can draw a pokémon skill again every 10 levels!
The host can obtain EXP by devouring living beings or defeating large monsters!]
“Leftovers?!
Heaven helps me!
I’m starving to death!
Hurry!
Hurry, eat some Leftovers first!
Ugh, ah!
Eat, eat!”
As Lore’s thought moved, a mouthful of slightly sweet food appeared out of thin air in his mouth,
although it wasn’t much, after swallowing it whole, he could clearly feel his weak vitality recovering slightly!
“The next bite!
Where’s the next bite!”
[Ding!
Host, don’t be too greedy!
The production of Leftovers requires some time; please summon Leftovers later~]
“Oh well, it’s only natural that Leftovers can only be eaten once per turn, which fits the setting quite well.”
“As for…
the pokémon system?
It’s truly interesting, but the initial skill [Growth] given to me is usually only learned by Grass-type pokémon, right?
What type am I?
Electric?
Dragon?”
[Ding!
The skills obtained by this system do not care about the host itself; the skills drawn are completely random!]
However, Lore no longer had time to delve into the new system he had obtained.
The sound of footsteps stomping on the ground and the smell of blood were growing stronger, so he braced his body, preparing to cast [Growth]!
Although [Growth] increases one’s physical attack and special attack in the game, it has an additional effect: increasing one’s body size!
If he could stall the threat and cast [Growth] multiple times while eating [Leftovers], then with his increased size and recovered vitality, he might just be able to put up a fight!
But just as Lore was about to channel the pokémon power within his body,
the young dragon beside him suddenly rushed out!
Lore wanted to stop her, but it was already too late!
Fight?
Or abandon the young dragon and run away himself?!
A choice!
Just as Lore hesitated, the sweet appearance of the young dragon surfaced in his mind.
It seemed his instinct had already provided the answer.
However, just as Lore stood up, a massive monster leaped to his side first!
It was a giant monster with pale green scales.
Its entire body was covered in cyan scales, with yellow carapaces on its head, back, and wrists, while a large amount of white fur grew around its abdomen and head.
Her limbs were strong and powerful, especially her forelimbs, which were extremely thick.
Her tail was wide and large, covered in carapace; one look was enough to tell that besides serving to balance her body, it was also a formidable weapon.
But the moment this massive dragon body flashed to Lore’s side,
all his wariness and tension vanished into thin air.
The reason was simple: this was the Mother Zinogre that had been raising him and the other young dragon.
She was covered in blood, though it wasn’t just her own; it seemed she had also been stained with the scent of a Rathian.
It was precisely this scent that had caused Lore to misjudge the newcomer’s identity.
And in this Zinogre’s mouth, she carried a half-eaten, rotten Popo.
It was clear that this hard-won carrion was a delicacy she had snatched from the mouth of a Rathian.
The Mother Zinogre was panting heavily; she placed the carrion in front of the two young dragons and then lay quietly on the ground, licking her wounds.
Somewhat to Lore’s surprise, the young female dragon did not rush to devour the long-awaited Popo meat,
but instead immediately crawled onto her mother, letting out a chirp tinged with concern and sadness.
“Ying ying ying, wu wu wu…”
The monster that relentlessly hunted hunters in the game was, at this moment, revealed to Lore in a different light.
Perhaps if one changed their perspective, they could truly see a different scene.
The young dragon helped lick the Mother Zinogre’s wounds,
while the latter used her large paw to nudge the young dragon toward the food,
as if to signal: Don’t worry about me, eat your fill.
No words were needed; dragons could be this tender too.
Unable to defy her mother, the young dragon had no choice but to temporarily turn her gaze to the carrion,
yet, what surprised Lore once more was that after tearing off a piece of Popo meat, the young dragon did not swallow it directly but instead brought it to Lore.
Without the alpha Zinogre, the order of eating no longer held meaning.
She knew that her sibling was weak and hungry, no longer having the strength to tear at the food,
and if she didn’t feed him, Lore might faint from hunger again just like before.
The young dragon hoped that Lore would be the one to swallow this first bite of meat.
Looking at the young dragon’s clear, pure eyes, Lore turned his head to look at the injured Mother Zinogre.
She showed no favoritism or obstruction toward this behavior from her biological offspring,
and the gaze she directed at Lore was also filled with tenderness and maternal love.
This female dragon treated Lore as her own, having long since regarded him as family just as important as her own daughter.
For some reason, Lore felt a warmth in his heart.
He walked up slowly and swallowed the piece of meat in one bite,
then looked at the two dragons, mother and daughter, with burning eyes.
“For this grace of a morsel of meat, I will surely repay you with a mountain of meat in the future!”
Seeing that Lore was able to eat, the two female dragons finally felt at ease and began tearing into the remaining carrion,
and judging by the drool collecting in their mouths, they had endured hunger for a long time;
their ravenous eating made Lore feel a pang of heartache.
After the meal.
The Mother Zinogre recovered a bit of strength; after looking around to confirm there were no threats, she carried Lore and the young dragon by their necks and ran toward a craggy cliff.
Perhaps because they had finally eaten meat after such a long time,
the young dragon, pressed tightly against Lore, wiggled her short limbs, chirping and cooing, her mouth stretched wide in a grin that spoke of her joy.
With this innocent young dragon as a companion, Lore suddenly felt that this doomed start wasn’t so bad after all.
Beside a remote and steep cave, the Zinogre stopped and set the two young dragons down.
Because they had lost their territory, Lore and the dragons had to hide everywhere; this was just one of their stopping points and they could not stay for long.
However, it was more than enough time to rest for the night.
Night began to fall, and moonlight shone into this small cave.
Because it was too small, half of the Mother Zinogre’s massive body was exposed outside,
leaving only the most comfortable area for Lore and the young dragon.
Although Zinogres tend to be nocturnal, the chaos of the day had left the Mother Zinogre too exhausted.
After her eyelids fluttered a few times, she began to snore.
Having been replenished with food, the young dragon and Lore were not very sleepy.
The little young dragon carefully broke free from her mother’s embrace, jumped onto the cliff, and looked up at the full moon.
Moonlight had a magical attraction for Zinogres, holding the young dragon’s gaze fixated.
Seeing this, Lore also slowly walked out and came to the young dragon’s side.
Having some leisure time, Lore couldn’t help but have an idea.
“Well, calling you young dragon, young dragon all the time doesn’t sound very good…
I might as well give you a name, hmm…
what should I call you…”
For Lore, who had never even raised a pet, naming his future companion was truly a bit troubling,
but giving the young dragon a name meant forming a bond with her, which was something Lore needed to ponder carefully.
At this moment, the young dragon’s unique, soft, long fur shone brilliantly under the silver moon;
she was like a little elf, imprinted in Lore’s eyes.
“The moonlight is so beautiful…
Moon…
I have it, I’ll call you Luna.”
Accompanied by the joy in his heart and the temptation of the moon, Lore unconsciously let out a light chirp from his mouth,
“Awoo~”
Seemingly sensing Lore’s feelings for her, Luna also playfully leaped and tackled Lore, kissing and licking him.
However, it was precisely because of this small sound of play and the chirp,
that it was accidentally captured by some monster in the distance.
On another hilltop, a young Zinogre with a robust build—one could even say a limit-sized physique—looked toward Lore’s side;
his eyes were filled with violence and ruthlessness, and under the full moon, he let out a harsh wolf howl toward Lore’s position!
“Awoooo!!!”
In her sleep, the Mother Zinogre woke up abruptly; she panted heavily as she rose from the cave, looking toward the distance in terror.
Seeing that her two young cubs were safe and sound, her heavy mood eased slightly.
However, they could not stay here any longer.
She carried the two young dragons and continued to flee into the night.
Luna was still a bit confused about her mother’s panic,
but Lore already had an inkling of what was happening.
He also looked in the direction from which the howl had come, meeting the eyes of that Wolf King across the void.
At this moment, Lore’s eyes were filled with sharpness and a fighting spirit.
“How can I allow another dragon to snore on the bed beside me?
The day I return, all the treacherous subjects who have invaded my territory shall die!”