The potential danger from the unknown imdiately sent David into a stress response, countless related thoughts and ideas erupting in his furiously working brain like a reawakening volcano:
Could the automatic activation of my Sloth Authority be related to this thing before ?
Furthermore, what if sothing had taken advantage of his sleep to break into this temporary den with ill intentions?
It couldn’t possibly be soone kindly delivering a al, right?
As this thought erged, the crimson figure who had once devoured three of his kin’s Dragon Eggs in his presence reappeared in his mind, showing him a ghastly yet benevolent smile.
"Damn it!" David quickly banished this absurd idea.
If his Red Dragon Mother truly had co to this place, she would have probably flattened him into a pancake upon landing.
Feeling uneasy, his head throbbing from the incessant thoughts, David soon discovered more traces on the ground resembling ’wriggling’ during his search. Imdiately, sothing from the Dragon inheritance—a delicacy favored by both White Dragons and Frost Giants—ca to mind:
"Snowfield Worms?" David murmured to himself. More precisely, it was the excretions of Snowfield Worms.
These creatures were similar to Volcano Worms and Swamp Worms, but due to their different living environnts, they were much larger than Volcano Worms.
But this did not stop them from being a favorite of the Five-Colored Dragonlings.
For many unloved Five-Colored Dragonlings who could not obtain enough food from their mothers and whose own hunting abilities were insufficient, these fat and nutritious worms were practically the only delicacy within reach. For many, there was no other.
These worms, which lived near the Arctic Circle, were sowhat different.
Perhaps due to a slower tabolism and larger body size, their central ganglia—which possessed a slight capacity for thought—had also grown larger than those of other worms over a long period of evolution.
Normally, male worms, after fattening themselves, would seek out female worms for mating.
After mating, they would dutifully lie flat to beco the candlelight dinner that accompanied the mating, subsequently turning into a nutritional al for gestation, the postpartum convalescence, and even the first supplental al for the babies...
However, so ’brighter’ male worms only wanted to mate without taking responsibility. They aid to keep their plumpness for themselves, continuing to mate with the next female.
Such behavior, which undermined the ’market’s’ credibility, naturally incurred the dissatisfaction of female worms.
To ensure the propagation of the next generation, female worms slowly evolved a toxin that paralyzed their mates during mating, while the males’ resistance to poison beca increasingly high, eventually drawing human attention and becoming pri material for antidotes.
So Snowfield Worms outright initiated dostic violence during their mating journey. To elude the pursuing female, the fleeing male would willingly shed this secretion, which was rich in protein and fat. This act was akin to severing an arm in desperation. In a way, it also served as paynt for the mating service, thereby maintaining basic stability and order in the worm mating market.
This was also what sustained many White Hatchling Dragons. Unable to hunt for food, they had to subsist on drinking lted ice and licking snow all day, occasionally relying on their tails to catch fish.
So scholars who studied dragons even believed that the existence of these Snowfield Worms indirectly ensured the survival of the White Dragon species.
Otherwise, given the worriso strength and intelligence of White Dragons, along with the increasingly aggressive incursions and enslavent by Frost Giants, the White Dragon species might even have beco the first to be expelled from among the Chromatic Dragons.
So, is it really that thing?
Once this tempting thought surfaced, all other chaotic ideas suddenly faded, leaving only this most plausible possibility in his mind.
David, who had initially started to beco agitated, now grew excited, drool preemptively dripping from the corners of his mouth.
A taste won’t kill a dragon.
Unable to resist the temptation, David reached out with the tip of his tail, scooped up a bit of the secretion, and placed it on his forked tongue to sample it carefully. He soon lifted his head, his eyes widening:
"DELICIOUS!!!" His brainstem trembled.
[Lust]
"Holy shit, it even tastes like vanilla ice cream? And why the hell did ’Sin of Lust’ jump out all of a sudden?"
Since his transmigration, David had been primarily focused on survival. This seed to be the first ti he had the leisure to truly savor the flavor of food, and the experience left him utterly shocked.
He knew this was thanks to the changes in his dragon body’s sense of taste after transmigration, allowing him not only to enjoy the smooth, delicate texture and sweet flavor but even to appreciate the fragrance of the fat.
Especially, the still-undissolved ice crystals in the mucus added another layer to the flavor, refreshing his spirit and leaving him craving more.
"Gratitude for the gifts from Mother Nature!"
Captivated by the delicious food, David couldn’t care less about anything else. Like an Abyssinian Cat trying canned fish for the first ti, he pounced on it and devoured it voraciously. He sared it all over his face and head, licking the soaked sand thin for three feet around before finally lying back down with a satisfied smack of his lips.
With the replenishnt from the ’Snowfield Worms al,’ David felt he didn’t need to risk being discovered by Drow to go hunting anymore.
Hmm, I can sleep for a few more days... ZZZZZ...
Unaware that he had feasted on his sister’s brand of chewed at, David once again began snoring thunderously.
In his dreams, he tasted the delicacy again and looked forward to their next encounter.
[Authority: Sloth]
In the hot spring forest around him, all creatures once again fell into a lazy slumber, vying to lie down.
[Sloth]
[Sloth]
[Sloth]
A week later, when Tania, who ate as if she had been pregnant for three years, visited again, she indeed found that the ’food’ she brought last ti had been completely devoured by David. Noticing her once gaunt brother had obviously packed on so flesh, Tania initially flicked her tail happily.
Then, upon thinking of sothing, she suddenly beca sowhat shy.
But recalling her brother’s ’severe illness,’ Tania imdiately suppressed her emotions and, enduring both physical and emotional discomfort, continued her great undertaking of feeding him.
After leaving behind a spreading, mosaic-like puddle, she suddenly had an idea. Looking at her brother, who was curled up with his tail, she couldn’t help herself. She reached out her tail, carefully let it linger on David’s head for two seconds, then tapped it as lightly as a dragonfly skimming water.
SLAP!
But David, swatting at a mosquito in his sleep, flicked her tail away with his own.
Tania, her tail aching, felt both embarrassed and aggrieved:
He... how could he touch tails with ! Even if it was while he was asleep.
Because among Silver Dragon customs, that was sothing only a life partner they acknowledged could do!
Forget it, he didn’t do it on purpose anyway.
Seeing David’s endearing sleeping posture, Tania found she couldn’t stay mad. This long-awaited first touch of intimacy also brought genuine contentnt to Tania, the Silver Dragon.
She quietly forgave her ’uninford’ little brother in her heart.
"Alright, I should go back now. I can’t let Mother find out."
"See you next week, my dear brother."
Shortly after Tania left, David caught the scent of the long-missed delicacy. His six limbs automatically lifted his body, and he began to creep into the shadows. Driven by [Gluttony], his mouth then devoured the ’sister-brand chewed at’ like an excavator.
[Gluttony]
[Lust]
This excessively brutal and greedy way of eating jerked David awake from his dream.
"BURP~~~~ Damn! What the heck did I just eat accidentally?"
Realizing that he had unwittingly devoured the Snowfield Worms he had been dreaming about, David imdiately beca as distressed as Zhu Bajie after swallowing a Ginseng Fruit whole.
Eh, it must not have digested yet.
David had barely had this thrilling thought when he jabbed his tail into the pit of his stomach and stirred forcefully, regurgitating the food. Then, with his tail still smoking, he squinted and began to enjoy it all over again.
[Lust]
Although the slush had lted and the mixture with his stomach acid made it a bit sour, David still felt satisfied.
Sohow, eating it always gave him an inexplicable sense of peace.
Even his mind, which had never been quiet since he had crossed over, found a mont of tranquility in the cool moisture, soothing the unspoken restlessness in his heart that stemd from various insecurities.
This long-lost feeling... is truly wonderful.
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