"My child..."
Agatha woke up from her coma. She did not know why she was in a coma.
However, the first thing that came to her mind upon regaining consciousness was her precious egg.
"Damn Adams, why don't you die in a ditch somewhere!"
Agatha complained. However, upon opening her eyes, she was immediately greeted by the sight of Adam's head before her.
Just like what she had mentioned just a moment ago, Adams was really dead.
Agatha was stunned. Although the scene was obviously to her favor, Agatha was clueless as to what had transpired while she was unconscious.
'How can an 8,000-year-old Black Dragon be killed so easily?'
The battle that had seemingly ensued was too quiet to even wake her up.
As such, she was thoroughly confused.
'I bet that it's done by an envoy of the Dragon God, or a righteous dragon that would not stand for injustice...'
'But does such a dragon even exist?'
Agatha's thoughts were quickly interrupted, however...
After all, her gaze had landed on her egg that was lying unharmed within a patch of grass.
Agatha checked it carefully, and after confirming that it was not broken, she let out a sigh of relief.
Compared to other Chromatic Dragons, Red Dragons were much gentler to their children.
The other Chromatic Dragons had essentially treated their children as slaves. It was even common for them to kill their children.
Agatha picked up the dragon egg. Before she left, however, she also picked up Adams' corpse before returning to her underground cave.
..
Max felt weightless and knew that he had been brought up. It seemed like he was heading towards somewhere.
Soon after, everything around him had suddenly calmed down. Through this, Max knew that he had arrived at his nest.
'Alright, time to try and break out of this egg.'
Max thought so and tried to move.
This action caused the eggshell that he was in to shake slightly. This made Agatha, who was standing guard at the side, to feel a trace of joy.
After all, the nest of six dragon eggs had been attacked by a Black Dragon today, and their numbers had almost been reduced to five.
Nevertheless, in that moment, the only egg that was moving was the egg that had been snatched earlier. This was a rather surprising find, and it had made Agatha look forward towards its growth.
A rare sliver of kindness arose within Agatha's heart, and she extended her front claws to lightly tap the energetic egg twice.
Max, who was in the eggshell, heard the sound coming from above his head. He also knew that it was a sign from his "mother" to hatch quickly.
However, Max was a little hesitant.
He checked his body and knew that he was a Red Dragon.
He also carefully checked his gender. After confirming that he was a male dragon, he heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his transmigration was still fairly normal.
However, Max worried that his "mother" would notice that he was not her real son. He shuddered at the ensuing consequences.
'Forget it, it's not like staying in here would be any better.'
With this thought in mind, Max attempted to break out of the shell once more.
He had plenty of skills waiting to be unlocked. He could not stay in the eggshell forever.
This did not make the hatching process any easier, however.
After all, dragons were a powerful race. If reproduction was such an easy feat, why have they not ruled over the world yet?
Forget how rare dragon eggs were, even if laying eggs was an easy task, the number of baby dragons that would successfully hatch was still half of the total eggs laid.
The concept of "Caesarean sections" did not exist among the dragons. If the eggs had failed to hatch, then that was that. There was nothing else they could do.
They would chalk it up to the baby dragon being too weak to be born into the world.
Therefore, the mother dragon would not help her child break out of the egg.
It was rare for dragons encourage their child, and Agatha's encouragement earlier was definitely not the norm.
With this in mind, Max exerted more force and broke open a big hole in the egg.
After all, he had absorbed the talents of the Black Dragon, Adams, and the Black Dragons were the strongest dragons physically.
In the end, Max had broken out of his shell without much issues.
Crack.
A crisp sound rang out, and Max stuck out his cute big head from the hole and opened his mucus-layered eyelids.
At the same time, he saw his "mother".
The scales on Agatha's body were a faint crimson color. Her wings were tucked behind her back, and her bones and meridians could be clearly seen.
From time to time, Agatha's skin would glisten with a flash of static electricity, and emit a crackling sound.
Meanwhile, her pair of vertical pupils that looked like lava balls were staring at Max with much interest.
Of course, Max knew what his mother was trying to determine.
After all, not every dragon egg that hatched would yield a true dragon, and at times, other subspecies would hatch.
The most practical way to differentiate them was to see whether the hatchling could speak its true name once it was born.
If it was capable of doing so, it meant that it had inherited the memories of its ancestors, which would also mean that it was a true dragon,
At the same time, it also meant that it was acknowledged by the evil dragon god Tiamat.
Only true dragons would obtain some ancient memories, and their strength would grow with time.
Of course, Max knew his true name. He had learned of it the moment he transmigrated.
"Max Agatha Hill Alexander."
Max spoke his true name.
Max had already gotten used to the language of the dragons, as such, he had spoken his name rather naturally.
After saying his real name, Max saw that his mother Agatha had become very visibly happy.
The crackling sound of static electricity had become much more obvious.
Suddenly, Max felt a pang of hunger in his stomach.
Sure enough, even great beings like dragons had to eat.
There was nothing to eat at the moment, but upon turning around and spotting his former eggshell...
The clear and sticky liquid that was hanging on the eggshell looked no different from honey to him.
The eggshell was also a food full of calcium. It was undoubtedly the best thing for the growth of a hatchling dragon.
Therefore, Max did not stand on ceremony and immediately devoured his eggshell.
While he ate, he summoned the system.
[ Host: Max ]
[ Race: Red Dragon (Lawful Evil) ]
[ Current Dragon Rank: Hatchling ]
[ Age: 1]
[ Maximum Lifespan: 12,000 (Ancient Dragon)]
[ Attack: 10 (Normal Red Dragon Hatchling 7)]
[ Defense: 8 (Normal Red Dragon Hatchling 5)]
[ Speed: 10 (Normal Red Dragon Hatchling 9)]
[ Strength: 10 (Normal Red Dragon Hatchling 5)]
[ Magic: None ]
[ Abilities: Bite, Claw Strike , Stomp, Tail Swipe ]
[ Breath:
[ Remarks: Awesome! Among your brothers and sisters, you are the one with the hardest fists! Use brute force to hunt your food! ]
"Ugh..."
Max looked at the interface in front of him and fell into deep thought.
It was precisely because he had snatched the abilities of a Black Dragon that had resulted in his natural attributes to be stronger than usual.
This was especially true in terms of melee combat ability. In that aspect, he was practically comparable to a Black Dragon Hatchling.