Red Dragon Emperor

Chapter 28: Feeling Increasingly Angry

When Jose regained consciousness, he was at the Galaxy Square again. It was no different from the last time he left; the Undying Bird and Jinkela statues were still standing.

“Eh?”

Looking at the statues, Jose felt that something was wrong. The two statues were still the same size as him. One had to know that in three years, he had grown by 50% of his original size.

But he quickly stopped worrying about that issue. After all, this space was inconceivable to begin with, so it was not surprising for there to be some strange phenomena.

Before long, there was a new dazzling statue in the square. On the square base, there was an abstract eyeball floating in midair. The eyeball was made of the Arabic numerals “0” and “1”.

If one merely looked at a certain part of the statue, the numbers seemed messy, but when combined, it had a unique abstract beauty.

He looked at the introduction on the base.

[Data Visualization]: F rank

[Ruler]: A small cave marks the beginning of a reign.

— If you want to wear the crown, you must first bear the weight. Are you ready?

When he touched the statue with his fingertips, green lights of “0” and “1” flooded out from the inside of the eyeball statue. The torrent of data rushed into Jose’s eyes, and he felt a stabbing pain in his eyes.

“Ugh.”

The eyeballs under the Red Dragon’s closed eyelids were rolling intensely. After a while, he opened his sore eyes.

The Red Dragon’s eye structure was similar to that of a snake. The eyeball was a deep red-like lava color, with vertical rhombus-shaped golden pupils in the middle. The pupil would expand or shrink with the intensity of the light.

Generally speaking, as long as there was no obstruction, a dragon’s vision was no different from a human’s. But now, rows of green numbers fell across the surface of Jose’s retina.

“This really is data visualization.”

He found that wherever he looked, a set of data would automatically appear on his retina.

Distance: 41 meters

Temperature: 31 °C

Wind Speed: 3 km/h

…

Rows of green data kept appearing in his eyes like a waterfall. The things that he did not notice before were clearly marked by the data. Jose felt a little troubled, could it be that when he saw girls in the future…

Height: 168 cm

Chest Measurement: 32

Waist Measurement: 21

Hip Measurement: 34

…

That would be awesome!

“Wait… Height — 158 centimeters. Chest Measurement — 38. Waist Measurement — 37. Hip Measurement — 39. Such a perfect ratio, what kind of godly body is this?!”

“Master, what did you say?”

“Ah?!” Jose suddenly woke up and saw who it was. He quickly answered, “Nothing, Dog Two. Why are you here?”

Ergou automatically ignored the strange form of address and replied, “It’s like this, Master. The more I thought about it after I came back, the angrier I became. I have discussed it with my brother, and we plan to take revenge on the gray-tailed centaurs. It would be best if we could plunder their grains.

“Master, the gray-tailed centaurs have the largest native tribe in the vicinity. They have connections with human merchants and use stolen goods to exchange for supplies. The tribe has therefore accumulated a lot of stored food. After doing this, we won’t have to worry about food for two years. Furthermore, they have a large number of horses and herds of cows and sheep. Your food will also be obtained. It’s killing two birds with one stone.”

“Centaurs, hmm… Let me think about it first.” Jose rubbed his chin and recalled the records of centaurs in the inheritance of dragons.

There were many races on the Tedanol Continent. Some of them evolved naturally, such as the humans, elves, and orcs, while others were products of magical energy, such as the beastmen, dwarves, and dark elves.

A large portion of the credit went to the dragon race. They had created the kobolds, half-dragons, and many other strange supernatural creatures.

These species, both evil and good, were products of the natural evolution of the Tedanol native species. However, the centaurs were different; their creation was related to the devils of the Nine Hells.

About five thousand years ago, during the Third Age, the Elven Dynasty that ruled the continent fell apart. The civil war between the elves almost caused the entire Tedanol Continent to destroy itself. The smell of war and death seeped out of the world barrier, attracting spies from the outer planes, including devils that were good at bewitching people.

In that chaotic era, the devils had plotted one scheme after another. Countless heroes and races were bewitched by them and fell into darkness. Among the fallen were the ancestors of the centaurs — the horsemen.

The horsemen were a supernatural race belonging to the good faction. As soon as they reached adulthood, they would have advanced level strength. They were the guardians of the forest and friends of nature.

When he heard that some of his tribesmen had fallen, the Horseman King felt extremely pained and vowed to save them.

The Horseman King succeeded in expelling the influence that the devils had imposed on the fallen horsemen, preventing them from falling into the abyss. Unfortunately, the Horseman King was a step too late.

The decadent power of the devil was rooted in the blood and soul, and it could not be expelled. The fallen horsemen began to degenerate for a long time until they became the current centaurs.

Compared to the horsemen, the centaurs had shrunk greatly in size. Their skin had turned from pure white to an ugly dark brown. Their originally righteous and kind character had also turned cruel and cunning.

Everything in the world had gains and losses.

The centaurs had lost their strong bodies and their magic power to protect nature, but they had been compensated with their fertility. Now their numbers were spread all over the plains, and they were notorious for banditry.

“How big is the gray-tailed centaur tribe?”

“There are about 1,300 centaurs.”

According to the human classification of monster tribes, 50 members could be considered a small tribe; 500 was a medium-sized tribe; 5,000 was a large tribe; 50,000 was a super tribe, and 500,000 was a small country.

A medium-sized centaur tribe with a population of over 1,300 and with the entire population being soldiers was not weak.

“We can’t attack. There are too many centaurs. The kobolds can’t fight the centaurs on the plains. Even if you won, you won’t be able to kill them all, and their escape will expose my presence. And don’t forget that they still have the Khan and the elite centaurs.”

Centaurs, like all races, had a certain probability of atavism[1]. The degree of atavism varied depending on the individual. The deeper the atavism, the greater their strength would be.

According to the research of the anthropologists, if a medium-sized tribe of 500 members did not have an intermediate level expert, there was a high chance that the tribe would be divided by the beginner level elites.

In other words, the gray-tailed centaur tribe had at least one intermediate level Khan and a dozen elite centaurs with beginner level strength. The flourishing blood-tooth tribe might have been able to fight them, but for now, it was better to forget about it.

“My servant, revenge requires patience. As for food, I will find a way to solve it.”

The food crisis that concerned the survival of the kobold tribe was not a problem to Jose.

His confidence did not come from the all-encompassing dragon inheritance, but from the knowledge he had learned in his previous life. The lush primitive forest would not lack food.

He planned to go out for a walk and experiment with the new ability that he had just obtained while resolving the food crisis for his followers.

But before he went out, he had to figure out which forces were nearby. Thus, he raised this question.

“Master, the surrounding five mountains are the territory of our blood-tooth kobold tribe. There are three gnoll tribes at the periphery and three kobold tribes that were split from our blood-tooth tribe. To avoid war, we usually don’t cross the boundary to hunt…” As Ergou spoke, he drew a sketch on the ground so that Jose could understand.

After a while, Jose had a rough idea of the forces around the area. There was nothing that could threaten him, at least according to what he knew so far.

[1] Atavism – the ability to revert to something ancient or ancestral.