Play Time

Seeing the storm that successfully destroyed his shield, Malikul thought to himself.

‘The dragon really is a munchkin too.’

They were truly strong. However, the curved sand balls that were rumored to destroy a small territory before couldn’t even pierce through his shield. Honestly, he was quite disappointed, but the sandstorm was a cute attempt.

He had to applaud.

Yet, they seemed to be on the weaker side.

“Are you sure you are from the dragon race? Not wyvern?” Malikul scratched his chin.

A vein popped at the side of his head. “The fuck you on?”

Telling him that he was similar to a wyvern was an insult to the dragon race. They might come from the same race but dragons were superior by any means.

Malikul hummed alone. Well, if this man was to be the wyvern, he would never break the shield. Only dragons could pierce this shield. It was designed and polished to be that way.

Shadow had trained him to her fullest and squeezed him dry until he couldn’t get up. She was a genius teacher