"Who's going first?"
Winters' voice was deeper than ever before.
After hearing this, Witt felt a sense of resistance in his heart.
In his mind, the world that belonged to the inherited memory was a generally peaceful world, so Witt instinctively resisted the word killing.
However, he also understood that that world could be regarded as a dream, because what he was experiencing now was reality!
But the reality is cruel!
So, for a moment, Witt didn't know how to react.
Witt, feeling confused, looked towards Celine and the others, only to see that the other four little dragons also had confused expressions on their faces.
Seeing that no dragon responded, Winters continued, "Desidero can give you good protection, but this world is dangerous, and those who rely on others for their own safety are weak.
If you want to be a weakling, then I have nothing to say.
But if you want to control your own destiny, then killing is what you must face!"
At this point, Winters' voice softened again.
"Killing is never a beautiful thing. If possible, I hope you don't have to face it on the second day of your birth!
But unfortunately, Desidero is not strong enough to allow you to grow up without worries.
terribly sorry!
We let you come into this world, but we cannot give you freedom and security!
You have to fight for them yourself!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the dragon cave fell silent, leaving only an underage Booth dragon beast, gasping in fear.
It wanted to escape from here, but an invisible force prevented it from even moving.
"I'll go first!"
The dragons looked in the direction the voice came from, and saw Celine walking out slowly.
"Let me go first!"
It seems like I am telling others, but also like I am telling myself!
Seeing this, Winters dragged the Booth dragon beast in front of him, laid it on the ground, and then looked at Celine.
"Whether it's a dragon beast or a giant dragon, the neck is a place where a single blow can be fatal!"
Celine nodded, then walked to the neck of Booth dragon beast.
Taking a deep breath, she stretched out her claws trembling, forced herself to stare at the neck of the Booth dragon beast, and then stabbed it hard.
Bright red blood gushed out from the wound, and Celine, who was standing at the wound site, no longer had a single spot of milky white on her body.
However, at this moment, Celine's attention was not on herself at all.
Compared to the warm liquid gushing on her body, the other person's gradually dimming eyes made Celine see more directly the passing of life!
"Celine, life is fragile. If you don't want to face your own death helplessly like this one day in the future, then becoming stronger is your only choice!
The first step to becoming stronger is to grow, and growth requires food!"
Hearing this, Celine's golden vertical pupils shrank suddenly, and then without hesitation, she bit the wound she had torn open.
Swallowing the bright red flesh and blood in big gulps, an aura that made the dragons' hearts palpitate gradually emerged from Celine's body.
Feeling this breath, Winters nodded with satisfaction, and then she looked at the other little dragons.
Then, with a wave of its claws, another Booth dragon beast of similar size lay down in front of it.
"Next!"
This time, as soon as Winters finished speaking, Ao rushed to the neck of Booth dragon beast and bit it hard, followed by the sound of swallowing!
"Next!"
Winters moved to the side and once again pulled out a Booth dragon beast out of thin air.
The remaining three dragons looked at each other, then stood up before the interest rate.
And then there's Dinnett!
Finally... Witt walked slowly to the neck of the newly emerged Booth dragon beast, with an inexplicable light flashing in his pupils!
Is this the world where the strong prey on the weak?
Thinking this in his mind, Witt looked at his claws, then inserted them into the neck of the Booth dragon beast.
However, looking at the gushing blood, Witt's pupils shrank suddenly, and an inexplicable disgust filled his heart. By the time he reacted, he had already moved away from the corpse of the Booth dragon beast.
Witt was stunned for a moment, then looked at his claws. When he saw the bright red blood, the strong feeling of disgust rose up again.
He couldn't help but rub his paws on the ground.
Winters was stunned when he saw this.
"What are you doing?"
Hearing this, Witt looked at Winters with a hint of pleading in his tone.
"Winters, help me get them down!"
After hesitating for a moment, Winters stretched out his claws and touched Witt's body. Then a flame rose up, and in just a blink of an eye, the blood on Witt's hand was burned away, and he himself was not injured at all.
Looking at his clean paws, Witt felt inexplicably relieved.
But Winters's gaze became solemn.
"Tell me, Witt, do you hate blood?"
Hearing this, Witt turned to look at the blood on the ground, then shook his head.
"No, but I hate the feeling of them sticking to me."
There was a glimmer of confusion in Winters' eyes.
What kind of weird problem is this?
However, Winters did not delve into it further. She thought that if Witt just hated the feeling of blood sticking to his body, it was not a big deal. What she was afraid of was that Witt hated blood, because that meant that it would be difficult for Witt to become a qualified dragon.
After taking a look at the corpse of Booth dragon beast, Winters hesitated again.
"Then how should you eat?"
"Can you help me cook it?"
Hearing this, Winters looked at Witt with a strange look again.
"Of course you can. In fact, some dragons do prefer to eat cooked food, but cooked food doesn't taste very good. Are you sure?"
Witt nodded.
With the memories of that world, Witt is not interested in eating raw meat. Even the creature that calls itself a human is eating cooked food. As a dragon, how can he eat like a beast!
Seeing Witt nod, Winters did not hesitate any longer and stretched out his claws to touch the body of the Booth dragon beast.
A hot flame rose up and enveloped the Booth dragon beast.
Soon, a rich aroma of meat began to permeate the dragon's lair.
The smell of meat attracted the other four little dragons.
While still gorging on Celine and the others, he sniffed the unique smell that filled the air, and then looked towards the source of the smell, which was the Booth dragon beast belonging to Witt.
At this time, it was wrapped in a ball of flames.
Billy swallowed.
"Ms. Winters, what is that?"
Hearing this, Winters looked at Billy.
"This is cooked food, do you want it too?"
Billy sniffed the unique smell in the air, then nodded heavily.
Winters then looked at the other three dragons.
"What about you?"
"want!"
"Me too!"
"Hmm...I want to taste it!"
"I hope you won't regret it!"
Muttering softly, Winters tapped on each of the Booth dragon beasts. As flames rose, the fragrance in the air became even stronger.