Telekinesis is one of the bases of many superpowers that are based on "controlling/manipulating," and may evolve to the point that a Telekinetic can control anything at a subatomic, particle, and universal level.
'F*cking Overpowered Telekinesis! A power that had near infinite potential!
Will show its true power, just imagine lifting off a whole mountain or a continent or two then crushing it into a dense ball, and then throwing it on your enemies!
I just get chills thinking about it!'
To be honest, I am greedy, very greedy.
However, I also understood that no matter how much I begged the Black Dragon Lady, she would not be able to give me this special profession for nothing, even if it would not cost her anything.
"Forget it, there will always be a chance in the future." I stopped my greed.
In fact, I also understand that taking up two professions requires a lot of time and energy. If I had this time, it is better to specialise in the mage profession. Perhaps the mage profession will bring him more strength improvement.
However, I really felt that I was very suitable for the special profession of Black Dragon Lady. After all, as some are forever cursed with culture, I knew true horror.
The powerful dragon body that keeps getting stronger with the feast, coupled with these special professions that can greatly improve the melee ability, with psychic energy is simply an overpowered combination!
***
In the days that followed, my life returned to the rhythm it had been before the war.
Study spells every day, and when I am tired, browse the knowledge in Dragon Heritage in my mind, learn about the customs, occupations, and characteristics of various races, and learn about various equipment, especially equipment for true dragons.
When the cooldown time of the feast is up, just eat and eat until the progress bar is full and then fall asleep.
On this boring day, but I can feel my progress every day, time passes slowly and rolls forward unswervingly.
In this way, six months later, my biological order broke through to eighth order.
In terms of spells, the proficiency of the second-tier water element strengthening has taken a big step forward in the proficiency level. In addition, the fourth-tier any door and the third-tier magic reduction spell obtained through trading with humans were successfully introduced.
Needless to say, the effect of the arbitrary door. Although the escape effect is not as convenient and fast as teleportation, teleportation is a fifth-level spell and needs to be an advanced spell caster before it can be learned. It will probably take a long time for me to become an advanced spell caster. At least not in just a few years.
Moreover, the Siglinde family that dealt with me may not be able to use the teleportation spell.
From the quality and size of the teams that Sigrinder sends to the Dark Forest every month, we can see some of their details.
The highest combat power of this family is probably a high-level professional. The probability of having a master-level profession is very slim.
When I become stronger, this family from a small human principality will probably not be of much use to me.
"But by then, this fat sheep should be slaughtered." In the dragon's nest in the water pool, I grinned ferociously.
Making a deal with the evil dragon, while making huge profits, you also have to bear risks, right?
***
I found myself in my secondary cave, a harsh, rugged place where the Trolls of the Evil Tooth Tribe and the Goblins of the Green Skin Tribe toiled together, mining the last remnants of a once-abundant Topaz Stone vein. This place was a hive of activity, with the trolls providing muscle and the goblins, their cunning and agility, ensuring the operation ran smoothly. It had been ten days since I arrived, driven by the urgent need to oversee the dwindling resources personally.
The Topaz Stone vein had sustained us for nearly two and a half years, but now, after relentless mining, only scraps remained. The goblins were meticulously scraping what they could, careful not to damage the vein too much, knowing that it will reconstruct and recover over time by absorbing energy—a peculiar law of this part of the Star Multiverse.
So concepts like Depletion of Natural Resources don't exist here.
Yet, despite this regenerative property, it wouldn't be long before the vein was fully exhausted. The Topaz Stone was not just a source of wealth but a vital component of my monthly feast. Its depletion posed a significant problem, one serious enough to warrant my direct involvement.
Three months ago, I had already been informed of this crisis and so I ordered my servants to scour the lands in search of new ore veins. The thought of being reduced to nothing, scraping by without the precious Topaz, was unacceptable. I would do whatever it took to ensure that I never had to dirt again.
As I was busy with my magic studies I heard a clear voice of my dependent.
"Your Majesty the Great Dragon, your humble servant Vickers has some important information you might like to hear!" At this moment, the goblin Vickers said hastily.
"What news!" I stared at Vickers with scarlet eyes as I walked out of the cave.
Vickers who was now fourth order middle class still was not as big as one of my paws, which made him very stressed.
"Our tribe discovered a vein of magic iron ore near the setting sun area forest, but it was next to the Mortal Kin tribe, so it was not mined!" Vickers said quickly.
"Magic iron ore veins! Are you sure?" I regained my energy. Could it be that I really am destiny's child?
"Your Majesty the Great True Dragon, as you know, I used to be a slave in human society to help them mine ore. I learned how to mine and identify various ores, so it must be a vein of magic iron ore with a lot of reserves!" Vickers regained his composure.
Shadar's expression twisted with frustration. For the past three months, his tribe had been scouring every inch of this land, desperately searching for something valuable. Everyone had poured their efforts into the search, hoping to find the next vein, the next source of sustenance. And yet, this guy—this outsider—had found it first and kept it hidden from them.
The magic iron ore mine is among the most well-sorted mines on the mainland.
Unlike ordinary iron ore, magic iron ore can be enchanted directly, and its original hardness is several times harder than ordinary iron ore.
Weapons, armour, and various other items are closely tied to magic iron ore, which is the most commonly used alloy in the mainland's armies. Almost every soldier possesses something made from this material.
"Great Vickers you will have a great reward once we have that mine in our hands. Let's set off in two days to see the magic iron ore veins!" I excitedly said, as I never thought that I would encounter a mine like magic iron ore, but I selectively ignored the half beast problem.
Not letting me mine ores means not giving me ingredients, and the feast cannot go on without ingredients.
If the feast cannot go on, you will die of old age!
So why bother me so much, just do it!
"Thank you for your great generosity, Your Majesty the Great True Dragon ..." Vickers spoke with a wide smile on his face. Which looked very hideous on his ugly face.
***
"Shadar! Take Vickers, the goblin leader, to see our magic iron ore veins!" I said.
This feeling of watching myself become stronger time after time is wonderful.
"Yes, my master!" Shadar said excitedly.
"It's not good, leader Shadar, those Mortalkin are here!"
At this time, a troll warrior ran over in a panic.
He glanced at me in awe and saluted.
"What? Those damn Mortalkin dare to provoke us!" Shadar was furious when he heard this.
It has always been their trolls who took the initiative to pick things up, this time the Mortalkin took the initiative to pick things up.
He even called at the door of his house.
"Lord Barbatos, I'll deal with those guys first!" Shadar saluted me.
"Go, our iron ore mine is right next to the demi human tribe, and we will have to deal with them sooner or later!" I agreed to Shadar's request.
And I was quite curious about Mortalkin.
***
Outside of the Forest troll tribe.
Hundreds of humanoids are waiting.
"Crok, thank you Iron Hoof Tribe for helping us this time!" A girl with cat ears said crisply.
"You're welcome, Rem, we Demi-humans should unite together, otherwise we will be bullied to death by these guys sooner or later!" Crok said boldly.
Crok is a Tauren, with a pair of huge horns on his head, two strong hooves under his feet, and a tail of a cow swinging around behind him.
"They're coming!" Rem looked at the smoke billowing in the distance.
"Damn Demi-humans, so you have found a helper!" Shadar said, staring at Rem with one eye.
This guy alone is not an ordinary Mortalkin
group, and this is a bit troublesome.
"Shadar, we're not looking for a fight," the cat-eared girl, Rem, declared with a voice that trembled with both fear and resolve. "All we want is to be left in peace, to live our lives in this temporary refuge without your constant interference. Just let us be, and keep your people away from our place; they are sniffing a lot!" Her plea hung in the air, a mix of desperation and defiance, as she stood her ground against a force she knew was far more powerful.
"Hmph! This part of Dark Forest belongs to our Forest Troll clan, don't even try to occupy it!" Shadar refused to budge.
"Shadar, I haven't seen you for a while, and you turned into one-eyed! Hahaha!" said Tauren Crok.
"Scars are glory for us trolls. I lost one eye, but what I got in exchange was the future of my clan and my way to reach the skies. You dumb cow headed won't understand!" Shadar said proudly, I'm contemplating the strength he's gained in the last eighteen months and the steadfastness of Barbatos's figure.
He now has the confidence to speak hard.
If the Iron Hoof Tribe and the Rose Tribe joined forces before, he might have compromised.
"Shadar, it seems that you are ready!" Crok waved the iron hoof warriors around him to get ready to attack.
Crok is also more than two metres tall, which is no worse than Shadar and they were nearly one same rank.
He exhaled two thick white air from his big nostrils.
"Crok, do you dare to challenge me one-on-one?" Shadar took out the huge bone stick behind him.
"Hehe, you dare to be so arrogant with one eye!" Crok took off his double-edged axe from behind without any fear.
Shadar's one-eyed eyes showed seriousness.
He didn't seem to care about Crok, but in fact only he knew how difficult this guy was.
His strength is no weaker than his own, before he met his master his own strength was weaker than the enemy but now his cowhide defence is equally strong.
And the tauren clan has a very powerful ability, that is 'Trampling with Iron Hooves!'
It can cause large-scale damage, especially destroying cities and pulling out strongholds.
This kind of ability is very terrible in large-scale wars. When humans and half-Mortalkin fought in the past, human cities were basically useless when they encountered Tauren warriors.
Not to mention that there are dozens of fifth order tauren fighters here.
If they used iron hoofs trampling together, then the troll warriors on their side would be fine, but the old, weak, goblins, women and children would definitely suffer heavy losses.
That's why he provocatively made him one-on-one.
"Crok, with that one eye of yours, I'll even let you strike first!" Crok's taunted with a menacing grin.
"You asked for it!" Shadar's voice rumbled like thunder, and with a savage roar, he swung his massive bone club down with the force of an avalanche.
Crok met the attack head-on, his giant axe coming up to block the blow with a deafening crash. The impact sent shockwaves through the air, and Crok was forced back, his hooves digging into the earth as he skidded back four or five paces.
"Your strength has grown, Shadar!" Crok growled, his eyes narrowing as he gouged his opponent.
The two titans clashed with brute force, neither giving an inch, their fighting styles a primal display of raw power. There were no tricks, no finesse—just the purest form of combat, where strength and will determined the victor.
Shadar swung his bone club with relentless fury, each strike aimed to crush Crok. But the tauren was no easy foe; he matched Shadar blow for blow, their weapons crashing together like thunder, each collision shaking the very ground beneath them.
After parrying another of Shadar's bone-crushing blows, Crok felt a surge of power in his legs. With a determined grin, he muttered, "Time to put this to the test."
Shadar, sensing the shift in the air, tensed. "Come on, then!" he spat, though doubt began to creep into his mind. He had fought many battles with one eye, but this time, he wasn't sure if he could win.
"Iron Hoof Trampling!" Crok roared, and his right hoof came down with earth-shattering force. The ground trembled, and shockwaves rippled outward, threatening to knock Shadar off balance.
Anticipating the move, Shadar leaped into the air, avoiding the initial blast. But Crok wasn't done. "Double Iron Hoof Trampling!" he bellowed, slamming his left hoof into the ground with even greater force.
The ground beneath Shadar erupted with a power that rippled through his body. Shadar was hurled into the air, his body twisting as he coughed up blood. The sheer force had caused internal bleeding, fractures, and damage that would have killed a lesser warrior many times over. But Shadar's regenerative healing factor kicked into overdrive, struggling to repair the devastation inside him.
Crok stood over him, breathing heavily but still standing strong. "Shadar, you've lost!" he declared, his voice carrying the weight of finality.
Shadar wiped the blood from his mouth, his eyes narrowing in defiance. "I lost," he admitted, the words dripping with bitterness.
Winnie and Crok exchanged a glance, their smiles growing as they sensed victory was near.
"But," Shadar rasped, forcing himself to stand, his body trembling from the exertion, "you still can't claim the right to live in the Sunset Forest!" His voice, though weakened, carried a stubborn resolve that refused to be extinguished.
The fight had been nothing short of phenomenal—a battle between two indomitable wills, where the stakes were more than just pride, but the right to survive and thrive in a brutal world.
"You want to repent?" Crok's eyes became dangerous.
Just when the atmosphere was deadlocked, a deep voice came out.
"Because he has no right to claim it!"