Velnova appeared in the middle of Velzard's frozen domain, hands in his pockets, looking as if he had just wandered in by accident. The icy wind howled around him, sharp enough to slice through steel, but he barely even blinked.
With a lazy sigh, he glanced around. "Damn. This place is even colder than your personality."
Suddenly, the air froze solid.
High above, Velzard, the White Ice Dragon, descended from her throne of frost, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. The mere flap of her wings turned the skies white, and even reality itself seemed to slow.
Then, in that instant, Velnova stopped concealing his True Dragon essence.
A wave of unimaginable power erupted from his body. The world trembled. The ice cracked. Even time itself hesitated before daring to move again.
Velzard's eyes widened. Her heart pounded for the first time in thousands of years. This aura… it was familiar. Too familiar.
She landed before him, her voice uncharacteristically hesitant.
"…Little brother?"
Velnova smirked. "Oh? You actually noticed? I was worried your brain got freezer burn from sitting in this wasteland for millions of years."
Velzard's face twitched.
"…What did you just say?"
Instead of answering, he shook his head dramatically.
"Seriously, I expected more from the so-called 'Strongest Dragon.' But here you are, sitting in a block of ice like some kind of ancient relic. What, do you just freeze yourself for fun? Is this your idea of beauty sleep?"
Velzard's aura flared. "You're asking for death."
But Velnova was just getting started.
He gestured at the frozen wasteland surrounding them. "You know, this place really suits you. Cold, lifeless, and unapproachable. Just like your personality."
Velzard's cold expression darkened.
Velnova sighed, pretending to wipe away a fake tear. "I mean, is this why you don't have any friends? Even the ice spirits avoid you because they're afraid of being emotionally neglected."
The ice around them shattered. Velzard's rage skyrocketed.
But Velnova leaned in closer with a smirk.
"…Oh, and by the way—Veldora told me all of this."
For the first time in her life, Velzard hesitated.
"…What?"
Velnova nodded solemnly. "Yeah, he said you have 'big sister syndrome' and get mad over nothing. Oh, and he also called you 'Queen of Overreaction.'"
Velzard's expression froze.
A deafening silence filled the frozen domain.
Then—
"VELDORAAAAAAAA!!!"
The very sky split apart as Velzard's rage exploded like a nuclear bomb.
But by the time her fury reached its peak, Velnova was already gone.
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Before setting off to Velzard's frozen domain, Velnova made an unexpected stop—inside his own Stomach Dimension, where Veldora was still "training."
Or rather, pretending to train while reading manga.
Veldora looked up from his book, blinking in surprise as Velnova appeared out of thin air, his arms crossed and an unreadable expression on his face.
"Oi, Veldora."
The Storm Dragon let out an awkward laugh, quickly hiding his manga behind his back. "Ahaha… I was just about to start training again!"
Velnova ignored that blatant lie. "I need your help with something."
Veldora immediately perked up. "Oh? What kind of help?"
Velnova smirked. "I need you to let me analyze your Dragon Factor."
The air froze.
Veldora's expression instantly turned serious. His instincts screamed at him that this was no small request.
"…Why do you need my Dragon Factor?"
Velnova waved his hand lazily. "Simple. I'm planning to evolve even further, and your Dragon Factor is an essential piece of my research."
Veldora frowned, folding his arms. "Hmph. That's a pretty big request. What's in it for me?"
Velnova grinned devilishly.
"I'll go to Velzard and insult her. And I'll tell her that you were the one who said all of it."
Veldora's eyes widened. Then—
"…I'm listening."
Velnova chuckled, sitting down across from the massive dragon. "Think about it. She already treats you like an annoying little brother, right? Now imagine if she thinks you've been badmouthing her behind her back. She'll be so furious that she'll come looking for you, and—"
Veldora's face lit up in realization. "—She'll finally pay attention to me!"
Velnova nodded. "Exactly. And all you have to do is let me analyze your Dragon Factor."
Veldora hesitated for a moment, then grinned like a madman. "Deal!"
The moment he said that, Velnova activated "The Root" skill, extracting and analyzing Veldora's Dragon Factor at an accelerated rate.
Veldora shivered. "Ugh, that feels weird."
Velnova ignored him. The sheer amount of data was overwhelming, but with Raphael's assistance and the infinite analysis of his Stomach Dimension, he quickly processed everything.
The entire process took less than a minute.
Veldora stretched, already looking forward to the chaos about to unfold. "So, what exactly are you going to say to Velzard?"
Velnova smirked. "Oh, just the usual… that she's emotionally constipated, that she has no friends, that even ice spirits find her unapproachable…"
Veldora burst out laughing. "Pffft—oh, she's going to explode! This is going to be great!"
Velnova turned to leave but paused at the edge of the dimension. "Oh, by the way…"
Veldora raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
Velnova grinned. "If she asks, I'll say you called her 'Queen of Overreaction.'"
Veldora's face dropped. "Wait—"
But before he could protest, Velnova vanished.
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Velnova "atleast this time they will use their brains on hundred percent"
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